Learning to Drive... Him Crazy (21 page)

"Huh? Why?"

"Because you did the right thing. It took
you longer than it should have, and we'll talk a little bit about
that, but you eventually did the right thing and came to me with
it. We were able to stop the jewel thefts because you did the right
thing. It was in a rather roundabout way and we had some luck, but
thanks to some right choices and quick thinking, we're all okay and
the thieves have been stopped."

"That's true, I guess," she mumbled.

"It is true. I've thought about what could
have happened if someone else got that box of shoes. They might not
have seen the ruby at all and thrown it away with the box. Or they
could have found the ruby and kept it. Or they could have taken it
to try and sell it, which could have been a real mess if whomever
they tried to sell it to thought it was one of the stolen jewels
and called the police. You know, all pawnshops and jewelry stores
have heard about the thefts, and they all know that if they buy
something that turns out to be stolen, they have to give the item
to the police department and they're out whatever money they paid
for it. So when there's jewel thefts around, they're going to be
extremely careful about buying a ruby like that."

"I didn't know that."

"It's true. And if they would have gone to
the police department, it's hard telling what would have
happened."

"The person may have been in danger," Alana
said.

"They may have been. There's also a good
chance the police would have done nothing, other than heave a sigh
of relief that the missing ruby was back and they didn't get
caught."

"So my finding it and turning it over to
you—"

"Was the best thing that could have happened
as far as stopping the jewel thefts and the culprits being
reprehended."

"So it's really not my fault that we're in
this mess?"

"No."

"Thank you. I thought this was going to be
really horrible, because of the mess I got us into."

John paused before rubbing her hands with
his thumbs. "Honey, this isn't going to be an easy spanking. We
talked about that already. This is the second time you're getting
spanked for breaking your budget by buying shoes you don't
need."

"And trust me, I really learned my lesson
this time. I will probably think about this whole fiasco every time
I buy a pair of shoes from now on."

He chuckled. "Yes, I imagine you probably
will." He squared his shoulders then and said, "But the fact
remains, you were spanked for this same thing and did it again, and
fairly soon after the first time. Obviously the first spanking
didn't have that much of an impression on you, so this one needs to
get your attention."

Tears were streaming down her cheeks. "I
understand what you're saying, John, and I trust you to do whatever
you feel you need to do. I do know that I will never look at buying
shoes the same way again, though, no matter how much you spank me
or anything else that happens."

"I believe you. Now, do you understand what
you're getting spanked for?"

"Yes. For ignoring my budget and buying more
shoes, and for not coming to you as soon as I found the ruby."

"That's right. Okay, time to pay the piper,
young lady." He unfastened her jeans and pulled them down to her
knees, then guided her down over his lap and helped settle her into
place. Without any more words, he started the spanking. He was
expecting the usual yelling and squirming, but it didn't happen.
She jumped a little each time his hand landed on her bottom and a
few ouches escaped, but overall she took the spanking very
well.

"Honey, this room has been soundproofed.
They've assured me they've tested it thoroughly, so no matter how
much you yell or scream, no one will hear it."

"Good."

That's all she said. John continued the
spanking, but was baffled. He was sure she was sore, and she was
involuntarily jerking now when he'd give her a harder swat than
others or if he gave her two on the same spot. So why wasn't she
yelling and screaming like normal, and squirming for all she was
worth to get off his lap? After another dozen firm swats he
stopped, keeping his hand on her bottom.

"I'm going to start the talking part of your
spanking now, Alana, to make sure you remember why you're being
spanked, but I have to ask, are you okay?"

"Yes. I mean, other than my butt really
hurts."

"You're usually yelling and fighting me much
more by now. What's going on?"

"I guess it's because I know you're serious
now and—" She started crying harder now, but tried again to finish
her thought. "—and I understand now why you—now I—" She started
sobbing now as she blurted out, "I get it now!"

John paused. He was glad she got it now, but
he wasn't quite sure he did. She was sobbing and sniffling, and he
knew that since he wasn't spanking her now, and hadn't been
spanking hard enough for her to be sobbing like that, this reaction
was from her thoughts and her guilt, not from the pain. If it was
from the guilt, that was good. That meant she did get it. Thinking
back over her words, he asked, "What do you mean you know I'm
serious now?"

She had calmed just enough to be able to
say, "This isn't a game now. You're serious about it, and are doing
it because you do care what I do. And now I see why. You love me.
And I love you and feel awful that I pretty much blew it off. I'm
really sorry, John. Please don't hate me now." She started crying
harder, and sobbing again.

John thought his heart was truly going to
break. This little lady he loved did get it now. She may not have
even realized it, but she had been testing him. This whole spanking
concept was new to her and she hadn't taken it seriously. She'd
looked at it as a game, something to play for a while and then it's
over. Well, unfortunately for her, she was now learning it not a
game, but a lifestyle. And she could test him all she wanted, but
he would give her the promised spanking every time. The one good
thing was that although this spanking had to happen, it didn't have
to be as severe as he originally thought it did for it to feel
severe to her and for her to learn her lesson.

With that in mind he said, "Honey, I could
never hate you. I love you. We're going to talk about the reason
you're getting this spanking, reviewing that again, and we're also
going to talk about what it means for you to test me, and what you
can expect every time you feel that need."

With that he began the spanking again, while
he reviewed the importance of her having a car for her career, and
following her budget in order to get that car. He continued the
spanking, but wasn't spanking as hard as he had been. He knew her
bottom was already sore, though, and he felt sure these smacks were
getting his point across just fine.

"Okay, Sweetie, now apparently we need to
talk about when I will spank you. This is not a game I'm playing,
and I'm sorry if you didn't realize that before. I'm very serious
about this. It's natural for you to feel the need, even though it
may be subconscious, to test me. By that I mean to see if I will
indeed spank you every single time you do something you know you
shouldn't. Well, let me tell you right now, the answer is yes, I
will."

"Owwww! John, I see that now! Ouch! Oh, it
hurts!"

Moving now to the tender area where her
bottom met her thighs, he said, "I'm sure it does, honey, and it
will every time you do something that could be harmful to you. I
hope you don't feel the need to keep testing me, but rest assured
that if you do, I won't ever let you down. I will do what I have
promised to do. I will be here protecting you, giving you a
spanking every single time. Because you're right, honey. I love
you, and I can't just stand by and watch you get hurt."

He stopped the spanking, but kept his hand
on her bottom, rubbing gently. He rubbed her back as well, trying
to help her calm. He was pretty sure she hadn't even realized yet
that the spanking had stopped. When she did, she slumped over his
lap, gasping.

"It's over, honey," he gently said, "and
you're forgiven. Take a breath, you'll be okay."

He continued rubbing her back and talking
softly while she calmed. When she was breathing better, he helped
her onto his lap, and quickly had her wrapped his arms. She laid
her head against his shoulder and he kissed the top of her head. He
kept whispering comforting thoughts to her and reminding her of his
love for her as she calmed.

"I think I might have been doing that, John,
but I didn't know it. I didn't mean to. I'm really sorry,"
she
confessed.

"Why do you say that, honey?"

"Because I wondered several times if I did
certain things, if you really would spank me."

"Were you hoping I would?"

"No," she quickly answered.

"Are you sure?"

"Of course I'm sure," she assured him. "Why
would I hope you would?"

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe that would show you
that I'll always do as I say, and I'll always be there for you,
watching out for you. Maybe that would make you feel safe, maybe
secure?"

She was quiet for a while. "Maybe. Do you
think?"

He chuckled. "I don't know. How do you feel
right now?"

"Sore."

"What else?"

She thought momentarily, and looked at him
with a big smile. "Safe, secure, content, happy."

He tightened his arms around her. "I am so
glad to hear that, honey. Thank you."

With a giggle she said, "But mostly
sore."

"Brat."

They sat, content in each other's arms,
talking quietly about nothing in particular, for a while.
Eventually, Alana stirred. "John, thank you for doing this
tonight."

"You're welcome, honey. I hated you worrying
that much about it. I wanted it over with, too. I don't like having
to spank you, you know. Now we can both relax and get back to
enjoying each other, and getting to know each other better."

"I am so lucky that you flunked me on my
driving test."

John laughed and hugged her tighter against
him. "So are all the other drivers out on the road."

Now she laughed, as well. After a little
more cuddling, she yawned.

"Are you about ready to go to bed, honey? A
good sound spanking generally wears a young lady out."

"I am pretty tired, but I hate to move. I
really like it here."

"Me, too, honey, but I have a feeling we'll
have more opportunities to enjoy this special closeness."

"No, I don't think so," she said soberly.
"Now that I know you're serious, I intend to be a little
angel."

Chuckling, John said, "I'm glad to hear
that." He shook out his hand and said, "And so is my hand."

"And you called me a brat," she said,
grinning.

"Yes, I did," he confirmed with a grin of
his own. "Let's get you to bed, my cute little brat."

He helped her stand up and watched, smiling,
as she rubbed her sore bottom. Normally he wouldn't allow that, but
that could wait for the next spanking. It was late tonight, and
she'd been under a lot of stress the past week. He took her hand
and walked with her to her bedroom door. He leaned down and gave
her a passionate kiss that left her dizzy as she opened the door
and disappeared.

Kelli was sleeping when Alana went in the
bedroom, so she quietly put her nightgown on and climbed into bed.
Wincing, she quickly rolled over onto her stomach. She was glad it
was warm in the house because her bottom was warm enough without
blankets. Her nightgown felt like it was holding all the heat in,
and she was having trouble getting to sleep. Looking over and
assuring herself that Kelli was sound asleep, she pulled her
nightgown up. The air on her bottom was cooler and felt much
better. She fell asleep thinking about the evening.

Kelli tossed and turned during the night.
She'd been having strange dreams, some bordering what she would
consider a nightmare since they'd been at the safe house. She was
dreaming that Joe found out where they were staying and broke in,
coming to their bedroom. A noise outside startled her and she
quickly sat up. She looked over at Alana and saw red marks all over
her bare bottom, and screamed.

Alana woke quickly and pulled the blanket
over her as she asked, "What happened?"

Kelli, who was just now fully awake, asked,
"Are you all right?"

Just then there was pounding on their door
and it flew open and Agent Larry Kline ran in, gun drawn. Right
behind him was John, with his gun also drawn. He ran to Alana, who
was white as a ghost, and took her in his arms. Not hearing any
commotion or gunshots in the room, Cal came in and ran directly to
Kelli, grabbing her up in his arms. Agent Kline asked, "What
happened? Who screamed?"

Kelli's face got its color back as she said,
"I did. I'm sorry."

All eyes turned to her as Cal asked, "What
happened? Are you okay?"

"Yes, I'm fine," she answered.

"What happened?" The question came again
from Agent Kline.

Kelli looked over at Alana, who still looked
pale, but confused, and said, "I had a nightmare. I'm sorry."

Cal tightened his hold on her while John
said, "Kelli, there's nothing to be sorry about. We all certainly
understand how you could have a nightmare, considering your life
the last week."

Kelli attempted a smile and said, "Thank you
for understanding." She looked at Agent Kline and said, "I'm sorry
I worried you."

"Like John said, no need to apologize. I'm
just glad everyone's all right."

He left, leaving the two couples tightly
entwined.

John said, "I assume everyone's awake now.
Do you want us to leave so you two can get dressed, or would you
rather we stay here awhile?"

"That's up to Kelli," Alana answered. "I
like cuddling, but I can do that out there, too. Kelli's the one
that had the nightmare, and I know they can really be scary."