Hot Cooking Spanker Wanted (4 page)

That
thought went on to be thankful that I had showered and changed before
I came here. I was also thankful that I always went to the bathroom
before I left my apartment. A habit that served me well in life on
many occasions.

“
I
will begin when you tell me your safe word. By telling me one you
give your consent. Do you understand?”

I
sighed relieved. A back door to safety had just opened up. I could go
now and this time I would never bother him again.

Okay,
so I had control, not him. I liked that. I could maybe take a couple
of whacks and then go home and write further on my book which had
been sitting on the back burner for so long.

Was
it worth it? Probably not. It was time to stop this charade and go
home. I had other things I needed to be doing. My agent made it clear
that she wanted another book as a follow up to the one that would be
filmed, a part two. Something like that would take months. She had
thrown out the idea that it could come out at the same time as the
movie started. No pressure there.

“
Maybe
if we just talked for a bit then you could relax? You could tell me
your name for example. You already know mine. That would only be
fair.”

I
tried to talk, but I couldn't. I shook my head and tried to push away
from him. I was swinging back and forth, like a pendulum, between yes
and no.

This
just wasn't me. It took a bit of braveness to let someone do this to
you. Braveness, I just didn't have. I swallowed hard and wiped away
tears. “My name is Katherine, but it doesn't matter because …”

“
Because
you're leaving. Yes, I know. You want to go home and feel safe from
me. The only problem with that is, that you will still feel guilty
about the young woman who got fired. You were tired, didn't go to bed
when you should have and you took your tiredness out on a young
woman, who is I guess was just starting out, and who was afraid of
her boss. She has either already been fired or she will be yet today.
It may have happened another day or it may not have.

“
For
starters I forbid you to drink any coffee in any form for at least a
week. If you could give it up for good, I would be very proud of you.
You have been misusing it as a drug to keep you on your toes for way
too long already. I won't tolerate it anymore. It makes you jumpy and
even mean. I don't ever want to hear that you snapped at anyone ever
again. Now tell me your safe word so we can continue.” He was
rubbing my shoulders very gently.

“
What
do you mean no more coffee? Like none?” The idea of that was
scaring me even more than the idea of him spanking me. “You don't
understand, I need it for work. I sometimes work odd hours. It helps
me bring the performance that is expected of me.”

“
I
too expect performance from you. I expect you to obey me and to be
civil to others. You weren't, and now I have to step in. You are
forcing my hand in this. This may seem drastic now but once you
kicked the habit you will feel so much more in control of your own
life. Are you good at what you do?”

That
was an odd question to be asked today. Today of all days. I should be
at home dancing around in my socks, drinking a glass of champagne and
singing 'I'm in the money. The sky is sunny'.

But,
no I was here at some stranger's, let's be honest that is really who
he was, spread over his lap, waiting to be punished, on a day I had
actually planned to do a little internet shopping and purchase a few
things that I had had my eye on for a while.

“
Are
you good at what you do?” he repeated.

“
Um
– I guess so.” Why was it hard for me to admit the truth. I
didn't want him to dig deeper. I could be looking at million dollar
homes right now and he lived in a small apartment.

“
What
do you mean you guess so?” I got a feeling that he was laughing at
me.

“
The
product that I make is selling very well at the moment.” That was
vague enough.

“
What
kind of product do you make?”

I
shook my head.

“
So
you are good at it. Others depend on you for their livelihood?”

I
nodded. They would go on without me. Just jumping to the next writer,
but at the moment I was the big fish on the line.

“
So
you have a responsibility to them?”

I
nodded again.

“
Do
you think that it is fair to them that their welfare is based on how
much you sleep at night and how much coffee you drink?”

I
started crying again. He was right. What had I done? I had known
about the meeting and pushed the clock last night. This was all my
fault. I wanted to be better and to never do that again.

“
And
I saw in your face that you lied about driving safely, too. Please
don't tell me that you were out driving too quickly while you were
tired.”

Another
wave of guilt tears poured out of me.

“
I
don't want to hear that you are a very good driver. No one is a good
driver when they are tired. Katherine, what is your safe word.”

“
Coffee?”
I offered. It was the only word that was swarming around in my head.

“
That
earned you an extra smack. Pick a word that has nothing to do with
our problems.”

“
Rose?”

“
That's
fine.”

He
stopped rubbing my shoulders and the first smack landed. What had I
done? I was supposed to say 'no' and leave. Why had I answered him?

The
second one came and I was still shocked that he was actually hitting
me. It wasn't even that painful. My body just tensed up against the
pain. It was very manageable. I even felt stupid now.

The
third carried with it a little more force, but as a whole this wasn't
anything to write home to mom about. The woman in my book lived in
fear of her husband. And when he hit, it hurt to the point where she
wanted to die to escape the pain.

The
fourth and fifth had already landed without me noticing them. I
decided to just let him finish and then I would go home and be one
experience wiser in life. Spankings don't hurt when you are an adult.

I
even felt a little bored.

He
gave me a hard smack that brought my attention back to him. “Are
you still with me?”

Well,
not really, I was thinking about getting a new sofa. “Yes.” I
tried to sound meek. I didn't want to hurt his feelings. He was a
professional. I wondered if the other women, who came to him were
also just humoring him.

I
felt my dress sliding up my legs.

“
No,
that's okay. I've learned my lesson. I'll never do any of that stuff
again.” The sooner I got home the sooner amazon could send me some
new books. What should I read next, a mystery maybe?

Ryan
folded my dress over my back and started in spanking again only a lot
harder. I was surprised. It was still okay and manageable, but I had
to concentrate now. I had to think about my breathing, so I wouldn't
forget it. I turned my face to the side to better get air in my
lungs. This was starting to burn.

He
rubbed my bottom, easing a bit of the pain. I was very aware of my
backside now. His fingers looped around my underwear and pulled them
down to mid-thigh. I felt so very exposed and vulnerable.

“
Let's
start with the driving. When you drive too fast you endanger
yourself, as well as others. Do you honestly want to look a mother in
the eye, and explain that you are usually a very good driver, but you
somehow hit and killed her kid? Do you want that?”

I
shook my head.

“
I
have a feeling that working long hours isn't new to you but that it
is the rule and not the exception. So that probably means that you
are constantly tired. I have never seen you without the telltale
signs of tiredness. I not only forbid you coffee but I will also be
giving you a bedtime. What time do you usually go to bed?”

“
Um
well, if I'm working on a project then I try to be in bed by two
otherwise I go around eleven or twelve.”

Ryan
was quiet for a while. “I am going to say ten, and no later.”

“
But
that is a bedtime for someone who has to go to school the next day. I
can sleep in.”

“
I
want you sleeping at least eight hours every evening. You go to bed
at ten and you may get up at six, or sleep in until eight then I want
you to get up, and eat a healthy breakfast. Is that going to be
problem?”

“
No,
I love breakfast. Most important meal of the day.” I was somehow
very eager to please him with my bottom bared.

“
Give
my an example of a healthy breakfast.” He didn't believe me.

“
I
have a weakness for oatmeal.”

“
A
weakness?” He sounded like we were just joking around and my bottom
wasn't bare for him to see.

“
Most
people don't like it, but I do.”

“
Very
good. Now I want you to tell me in your own words why you need to be
spanked.”

“
Because
I keep bugging you with my problems.”

A
loud sigh again. “You know that you can always come to me. That
isn't the reason. Try again and take this a little more seriously.”
He still sounded kind.

“
Because
the laws are there for a reason and because they are there for all of
us, even me. Because you don't want anything bad to happen to
others.”

“
Do
I want something bad to happen to you?”

“
No.
I don't want to get a ticket, or to get hurt either.”

He
started in spanking again. The difference was noticeable right away.
It hurt now. I was even leaning away from where I guessed the next
blow would land.

“
Just
stop. Please stop. Just stop now,” I begged, but I had a feeling
that he was just starting. He must have spanked at least fifty times
already. “I'll never do it again. I'm sorry,” I sobbed but he
still kept going.

“
Katherine,
I need you to take me seriously when I tell you to do, or not to do
something. Your behavior up until now has been unacceptable. I will
no longer tolerate it. Do you understand?” Each word was
accompanied by a very painful smack. My tears had already caused a
wet spot on his sofa where my face was buried in it.

I
nodded. I couldn't speak at the moment.

He
stopped and rubbed my bottom. I wouldn't be sitting for at least a
week. This had been such an uncomfortable and dumb idea. I needed to
sit to work. That was the way I typed my books. I sobbed in pain,
shame and with the knowledge that I had put myself through this for
no good reason.

“
Now
for the second part of your spanking we are going to talk about your
behavior towards others. You may not be rude. I can't begin to tell
you how sad I was reading that you had snapped at that young girl.
And her losing her job because of you. Well just let me say that you
are very lucky that this is your first spanking, otherwise you would
have received a spanking of a lifetime.

“
I
never,” smack “never,” smack. “Want to hear of you talking
down to anyone. You pull yourself down when you do that. The product
you make will be connected to your person and your behavior. That I
can guarantee you. Now, while I'm spanking you I want you to picture
that young woman calling her parents and having to admit that she was
fired because someone higher up couldn't wait for her cup of coffee
because she hadn't slept like she should have last night.” He
spanked like a machine gun then.

I
was crying, kicking and beating on his sofa with my fists. My hand
moved to protect my bottom from his attack. He grabbed it with his
left hand, holding it out of the way. He just wouldn't stop spanking
no matter what I promised him. I told him I would abide by all of his
rules, and that I would drive as safely as I did the day I took my
drivers test and that I would be very considerate of others feelings.

He
kept right on spanking as I racked my brain for what he wanted to
hear. I stopped begging and fighting. He was never going to stop and
I was in so much pain. I just wanted to go home. I listened to the
terrible sound of him spanking me. The smacking sounded so cruel and
that was me being hit.

Ryan
landed a very hard and terrible smack and then somehow he was holding
me in his arms telling me how brave I had been. He said that I was a
very beautiful person and that he liked me. He told me he had
confidence that I would be good from now on but that he wanted me to
come by next week for a control.

He
held me so tightly to his chest that it took me a long time to
realize that I was clinging to him like my life depended on it. My
face was buried in his chest. As I slowly started to let him go, he
laid my head on his now wet chest, continuing to hold me and praise
me.

I
opened my eyes because I smelt food. The good healthy home cooked
kind. I looked around. I was still at his apartment. When had I
fallen asleep? I looked out of the window. It was dark out.