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The Friends Series

by Paige Tyler

© Paige Tyler and ABCD Webmasters, 2008

 

Excerpt from Book One: Spicing Up Her Marriage

 Chapter One

Madison Holloway regarded her pretty blond-haired friend over the rim of her coffee mug. Both of their husbands worked at the same architectural consulting firm, and with all of the parties and social functions the company held it was natural that she and Heather Lowelle had become friends. They also lived on the same block as each other, which meant that they were able to spend a lot of time together. Their friendship had deepened over time to the point that Madison now felt that she could talk to Heather about anything.

They had just come back from their weekly Pilates class at the gym, and as they usually did, they were relaxing over coffee.

“Heather, can I ask you something?”

From where she sat curled up on the other end of the couch, the other girl nodded. “Sure,” she said, taking a sip of coffee. “What is it?”

Madison hesitated for a moment, chewing on her lower lip as she tried to come up with the most diplomatic way to word the question. Deciding that being straightforward would probably be the best, she tucked a strand of brunette hair behind her ear, took a deep breath and met her friend’s gaze levelly for almost a whole five seconds before lowering her own to look down at her coffee.

“How many times a week do you and Derek...have sex?” she finally said.

If Heather thought the question were too personal, she gave no indication of it. Not that she would, Madison supposed. After all, it wasn’t like this was the first time that the two of them had ever talked about sex. But they had always kept their conversations general and rather superficial. Asking a detailed question like this seemed to be somehow a little more private. But Madison needed some advice.

Her friend only shrugged, though. “Three or four,” she said, and then smiled as she added, “Sometimes more, if he comes home for a quickie at lunch.”

Madison blinked, but said nothing. A quickie at lunch? Her husband, Trent, hadn’t come home to have a quickie at lunch since they were newlyweds, and that had been four years ago. Heather and her husband had been married almost twice that. Trent and Derek worked in the same office. If Derek came home, she didn’t know why Trent couldn’t. Madison frowned. Just one more thing to think about.

“Why?” Heather asked, taking another sip of coffee. “How many times do you guys have sex?”

Now it was Madison who shrugged. “Once or twice, usually on the weekend,” she admitted. “Unless we’re too busy to get around to it.” She thought a moment, and then added, “But I’m a little worried about the quality of it more than the quantity. Even when we do find the time to make love, it’s not as exciting as it used to be. I mean, I love Trent with all my heart, but it’s like our marriage is missing something in the sex department.”

God, she couldn’t believe she was even talking about this, even if it were with her best friend. But if she didn’t discuss it with someone, Madison thought she was going to go crazy. When she and Trent were first married, they couldn’t seem to keep their hands off each other. Now, their lovemaking consisted of a few kisses, some quick foreplay, and sex in the missionary position before bedtime. It wasn’t that Trent wasn’t interested in her anymore; it was just that their sex life had gotten into a rut, and she wanted to do something about it before it got any duller.

“After a few years, that’s kind of natural,” Heather was saying, her voice soft and understanding.

Madison gave her a rueful smile. “Apparently not for you and Derek.”

Heather laughed. “Derek and I went through the same thing, believe me,” she said. “We just had to learn how to spice things up.”

Madison’s brow furrowed. “What do you mean?”

Heather shrugged. “We just decided together that we had to try different things and pay a little bit more attention to both of our needs. We started with sex toys first, you know, dildos and vibrators, and then experimented with some light bondage and role-playing.” She gave Madison a naughty smile. “But what really did it for us was spanking.”

As the other girl spoke, Madison had been trying to imagine her and Trent being adventurous enough to try something like bondage, but at the mention of spanking, her blue eyes went wide.

“Spanking?” she said in disbelief. “You can’t be serious!”

But Heather only grinned.

Madison frowned. “Derek...spanks you?”

“Only when I’ve been bad,” the other girl admitted, still smiling. “And I make sure that I’m bad a lot.”

Madison didn’t know what to say to that, but thankfully she didn’t have to because at that moment, the telephone rang. Setting her mug down on the coffee table, Heather went into the kitchen to answer it. The house had an open floor plan, much like Madison and Trent’s home did, and as Madison watched her friend pick up the cordless phone and hold it to her ear, she tried to picture the pretty blond being put over her husband’s knee for a spanking, but all she could seem to think about was what she would look like in that same position.

The image of herself draped over her handsome husband’s knee was so vivid that it made Madison blush, and she hastily took a sip of coffee as Heather came back into the living room.

“You know,” Heather said, picking up her coffee mug and sitting down on the couch again. “You and Trent might want to think about giving spanking a try before you totally rule it out.” She smiled. “It can be really fun, not to mention a complete turn-on.”

Madison shook her head. “I don’t see how getting spanked can be a turn-on,” she said, and then, suddenly afraid that she’d just insulted her friend, she quickly added, “But that doesn’t mean you can’t be into it.”

Heather laughed, assuring Madison that she hadn’t been offended. “Hey, I never would have thought that I’d enjoy being spanked, either, until I tried it a few times, but whatever. Different strokes, right?” was all she said.

Much to Madison’s relief, Heather changed the subject, and they were talking about what a killer workout they’d gotten that morning at their Pilates class when the sound of the garage door opening made her friend’s brown eyes go wide.

“That’s Derek!” she exclaimed. “I forgot he was coming home for lunch.”

Remembering their earlier conversation about the other couple’s penchant for lunchtime quickies, Madison couldn’t help but be a little envious as she heard the car door close. She was just getting ready to ask if she should leave, but apparently Heather had other ideas.

In a flash, Heather was off the couch. Grabbing Madison’s hand, she pulled her to her feet. “Quick, in here!” she said, leading her across the space to the bonus room they had off their living room and half-pushing her inside. “I was supposed to be cleaning up in there so that we can start painting and I don’t want him to know that I spent the entire morning talking with you instead.”

Madison’s brow furrowed in confusion, but before she could say anything, Heather pulled the door halfway closed and hurried back into the living room. Looking around, Madison’s brow lifted as she took in her surroundings. The room looked like a carbon copy of one that she and Trent had in their house, only with more junk. Heather had mentioned something about them wanting to turn it into a game room, but that had been weeks ago. Wondering how long she was going to be confined there, Madison glanced out the half-open door just in time to see Heather throw her arms around her husband’s neck and kiss him passionately on the mouth.

Both tall, blond, and athletically built, Heather and Derek made an attractive couple, and as Madison watched them kissing, she found herself wondering how she could get her own husband to come home for lunch sometime. But then her attention was drawn back to the couple in the living room as she heard Derek’s deep voice.

“So,” he said, tucking a strand of hair behind his wife’s ear. “Did you clean up like I asked you to?”

Heather hesitated, chewing on her lower lip. “Uhm...not really.”

Derek folded his arms over his chest and when he spoke his voice had taken on a firm tone. “Why not, Heather?”

Madison hoped that she hadn’t gotten her friend into any trouble. She definitely didn’t want to hide out back here and hear them have an argument. And what if he came in the cluttered room? It was what they were talking about, after all. She would be completely mortified to be found eavesdropping.

Madison saw her friend look away, as if not wanting to meet her husband’s gaze. “Madison came over after our workout and we got to talking, and before I knew it, it was already noon,” Heather said softly.

Derek lifted a brow as he regarded his wife. “Heather, you got back from your workout three hours ago,” he said. “Are you trying to tell me that you’ve done nothing but talk that whole time? You promised me that you’d get that room done today.”

Heather put her hands on her hips and lifted her chin. “It’s not like I could throw her out,” she told him indignantly. “Besides, she always comes over after our workout.”

“So, you’re blaming Madison?”

Heather quickly shook her head. “No, of course not,” she said, looking up at him. “It’s just that...”

“You were trying to make excuses for not doing as you were told,” Derek interrupted.

Heather opened her mouth as if to reply, but then lowered her gaze to stare down at the floor, and Madison’s brow furrowed at her friend’s odd behavior. Heather had always been spunky and Madison had never seen her step back from a confrontation. But Heather definitely didn’t look defiant now. In fact, she looked totally meek.

“Go get the hairbrush, Heather,” Derek said.

The words were so soft that Madison almost hadn’t heard them, but Heather jerked her head up, her eyes wide.

“B-but...” she stammered.

“Now, Heather,” her husband ordered, and this time, his tone brooked no argument.

It wasn’t like he was mad at her, Madison thought, just very firm. Though she couldn’t imagine what he wanted the hairbrush for.

Heather didn’t hesitate, but turned and made her way across the living room toward the stairs. To do so, she had to pass the room in which Madison was hiding, and as she did, Madison could see the other girl’s lips curve into a smile as her friend hurried up the stairs.

Abruptly, the conversation she and Heather had had earlier about spanking came rushing back to her and Madison blinked. Surely, Heather’s husband wasn’t going to spank her, she thought. But as Heather came back downstairs with a highly-polished wooden hairbrush in her hand, Madison realized that Derek was going to do just that!

For some reason, Madison felt as if she should look away. It just didn’t seem right to see her best friend get punished. But her curious side made her stay right where she was. She couldn’t help but remember what Heather had said about spanking being a total turn-on.

Easing closer to the door for a better view, Madison stood transfixed as she watched the scene unfold before her.

While Heather had gone upstairs, Derek had moved to sit on the couch, and now she went to stand before her husband.

“Before we begin, Heather, I want you to tell me why you’re getting this spanking,” he said.

Her fingers nervously playing with the hairbrush, Heather kept her eyes down as she answered. “Because I didn’t clean up the back room like you told me to,” she said in a small voice.

Without a word, Derek took the hairbrush from his wife’s hand, and then gently taking her arm, he guided her over his knee. As he did so, he placed the hairbrush on the coffee table in front of them, careful to keep it where Heather could see it.

From her hiding place, Madison had a perfect view of the proceedings, and she watched in fascination as Derek began to slowly caress his wife’s upturned bottom. Heather let out a little sigh as his hand moved over her short skirt, only to let out a little yelp when he raised his hand and gave her a sharp smack on her behind.

“Owwww!” Heather cried, craning her neck to look at him over her shoulder. “At least give me a warm-up first.”

But Derek just chuckled as he smacked her again. “This is your warm-up, love. I only have a short lunch break, so I can’t give you the full spanking that you so obviously deserve,” he told her. “But don’t worry. When I start spanking you for real, I promise you’ll know it.”

Heather stuck her tongue out at him. “Meanie,” she accused.

Derek’s response was to give her a series of well-aimed smacks that were even harder than the first, and Heather squirmed against him.

“Owwww!...Owwww!...Owwwww!...Owwww!”

Madison stood spellbound. The spanks looked so painful that she wanted to run in and stop Derek from hurting her friend, but all she could seem to do was stand there and keep watching.

“Hush!” Derek admonished when Heather’s voice had risen. “If you’re this loud now, what are you going to do when I take the hairbrush to your bottom?”

Heather didn’t answer for a moment, but then looked at him over her shoulder again. “I’ll be good,” she told him quietly. “I promise.”

At her words, Derek nodded and slowly pushed up her skirt to reveal a pair of polka-dotted bikini panties. Madison gasped as she saw how pink her friend’s skin was along the edges of her skimpy underwear.

Madison held her breath, waiting for Derek to pick up the hairbrush, but instead he caressed his wife’s panty-clad bottom with his hand for a moment before bringing it down on her behind several times in quick, rapid succession. He alternated from side to side, peppering Heather’s wiggling asscheeks with what looked like pretty hard spanks, and as the other girl’s skin deepened in color, Madison felt a heat beginning to spread in that very sensitive area between her own legs. She couldn’t possibly be getting turned on by watching her friend getting spanked, could she? Maybe it was just from watching such an intimate moment take place between two people that she knew. Maybe.

But before she could explore her response further, her attention was drawn back to the couple in the living room as Derek slowly pulled Heather’s panties all the way down to her thighs.

Madison’s blue eyes went wide at the sight of her friend’s bare bottom. The skin was a deep rosy red from top to bottom, and when Derek reached down to caress her cheeks, Heather’s sigh of pleasure could be heard all the way across the room. Regardless of the red hue of her cheeks, her friend was obviously enjoying herself.

Madison leaned against the doorjamb, her fingers curling around it as she watched Derek slide his hand between Heather’s legs to finger her pussy, and as she listened to her friend’s moans, it was all she could do not to reach down and touch herself. It was impossible not to be aware of how turned on Heather was, and from where she stood, Madison could hear Derek’s fingers making sexy sounds as he slowly moved them in and out of his wife’s pussy.

Then abruptly, Derek stopped what he was doing to begin spanking Heather again, this time on her bare bottom, and Madison was mesmerized as his hand slapped her friend’s ass over and over. Though Heather squirmed and kicked her legs the entire time her husband spanked her, Madison had the feeling that the other girl really didn’t want him to stop what he was doing.

And neither did Madison. Watching her friend get spanked was the hottest thing she’d ever seen! If she were wearing a skirt instead of jeans, she almost certainly would have had her hands beneath it by now. As it was, she toyed with the idea of undoing enough buttons on her jeans to slide her hand into her panties. The only thing that stopped her was worrying how it would look if she got caught in that position.

Derek had stopped again, however, but just long enough to reach for the hairbrush, which he slowly used to glide along his wife’s red-hot bottom. Madison could almost imagine what the smooth, highly-polished surface must feel like as it caressed Heather’s skin. Madison could see the expression on her friend’s face as the girl looked back over her shoulder. The only word that Madison could think of to describe it was anticipation. Heather really wanted this spanking, and Madison realized that she was extremely interested to watching her get it.

Suddenly, there was a loud Smack! as Derek lifted his arm and brought the implement down hard on Heather’s upturned ass.

“Owwww!” she yelped, but she’d barely gotten the word out before Derek smacked her bottom again, harder this time.

The sound of the hairbrush echoed loudly in the huge living room, and Madison watched wide-eyed as her friend’s wiggling bottom went from rosy pink to deep red under the hairbrush. A few times, the brush connected with the tender area between the other girl’s bottom and the tops of her thighs, and though Heather kicked her legs and protested loudly, Madison couldn’t help but notice that her friend also lifted her bottom higher in the air, almost as if she welcomed the spanks.

Then it was over and Derek was caressing his wife’s glowing bottom and murmuring soft words that Madison couldn’t hear. Heather lay draped over his knee while he soothed her tender flesh, moaning with pleasure when he slipped his hand between her legs to play with her pussy again. Now the hand resting on her back served another purpose. No longer did it hold her in place for her punishment, but instead, it kept her from falling off as Heather wildly gyrated on his teasing fingers.

Madison swallowed hard. She was by no means a prude, but spying on her friends while they had sex made her blush just the same. And yet, she couldn’t seem to take her eyes off them.

Draped over her husband’s knee, Heather spread her legs wider, and Madison saw Derek slide his finger deep into the other girl’s pussy.

“You’re so wet,” he said hoarsely.

Heather’s only response was a low, throaty moan as her husband began to move his finger inside her. He thrust in and out of her wetness a few times, pleasuring her, before he slid out to pull his wife to her feet.

Heather’s face was flushed, her eyes sultry as she gazed down at her husband, and Madison supposed that her friend had forgotten that she was even there.

“Now look what you’ve done. You’ve made me hard with all that wiggling, you bad girl,” Derek was saying, his voice husky. “What are you going to do about it?”

Giving him a sexy smile, Heather dropped down to her knees in front of him. Running her hands up his thighs, she reached for his belt, hastily undoing the buckle before going for the zipper of his khaki pants. Jerking it down, she reached inside to pull out his hard, throbbing cock. It was so erect that it looked almost painful, and Heather teased him by running her hand gently up and down its length. Then, with a sultry look, she lowered her head.

For just a second, Madison could have sworn that Heather glanced her way as she leaned over and took her husband’s cock in her mouth. Madison thought she should probably softly close the door and give the couple some privacy. Watching a spanking was one thing, but spying on them while they had sex was completely different. And yet, she remained where she was. It wasn’t as if Heather didn’t know she was watching them. That little look the other girl had given her was to make sure that Madison was watching. Apparently, Heather had an exhibitionist streak in her as well. And besides, this was the hottest Madison had been in months. There was absolutely no way she could turn away now.

Heather continued to bob up and down on her husband’s cock while he buried his hands in her hair and thrust up into her mouth. He was groaning so much that Madison thought he might come already, but after just a few short minutes, Heather backed off and stood up. With a wicked smile, she slowly bent over to push her panties the rest of the way down her legs. Stepping out of them, she climbed onto the couch to straddle her husband.

Madison stared at the couple in amazement, unable to believe how hot the whole thing was. She wondered if she would be bold enough to do the same thing with Trent if Heather had been the one hiding in their back room.

Lifting up slightly, Heather guided her husband’s hard length into position, and then slid him inside her pussy. Derek groaned, his hands immediately coming around to grab his wife’s reddened ass as she rode up and down on him.

“Yeah, that’s it,” Heather breathed. “Squeeze my ass.”

Derek grinned as he obeyed the command. “Like that?” he asked.

Heather ground down on him. “Harder,” she demanded.

Madison saw his hands grip his wife’s bottom even more tightly. He began to thrust up into her savagely and Heather threw back her head, her long blond hair cascading down her back as her face filled with pleasure. She rode up and down on Derek wildly, gripping his shoulders and letting out soft cries of pleasure as she began to climax. Derek joined her a moment later, his own moans combining with hers to echo off the walls of the living room.

Madison couldn’t believe how excited she was by what she had just watched. She had no doubt that her panties were completely drenched. All she wanted to do was run back to her house and give her husband a call so that he could come home and do the same thing to her. Trent, however, would probably say he was too busy.

After their frantic lovemaking, Derek lay back on the couch, his eyes closed. As Heather draped herself over him, Madison took the opportunity to slip from the room where she’d been hiding. From his vantage point, Derek wouldn’t be able to see her unless he sat up, which he didn’t. Heather, however, could see her just fine and Madison gave her friend a wave as she quietly slipped out of the house. But before she left, she took one more look at Heather’s bottom. It was still positively glowing from the spanking she’d just gotten. Madison would have to remember to ask her friend what sitting down would feel like after something like that.

Outside, she paused a moment to take a deep breath before making her way down the steps to the sidewalk that wound throughout the subdivision. She was having a hard time walking, she was so aroused, and her clit was throbbing so much that every step she took almost made her orgasm. She hoped that none of her neighbors were watching because they way she was walking, she probably looked like she’d had too much to drink.

Maybe her friend was right, Madison thought as she walked the short distance to her own house. Maybe there was something to this spanking thing. And if it resulted in that kind of passionate lovemaking, Madison would try just about anything.



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Excerpt from Book Two: Taking Her Friend's Advice

Chapter One

Kaelyn Radcliff sat back and gave the handsome man beside her a sidelong glance as they drove back to her apartment. Her friend, Madison, had introduced her to Holt McCall when she had moved back to Seattle several months ago and she was so glad that the other girl had. Though Kaelyn had always had her reservations about blind dates and set-ups, this time had been completely different. She had gotten along with the sexy software engineer from the moment she’d met him. Not only was he absolutely gorgeous, (thus dispelling the myth that all software geeks were “geeks”) but the conversation had flowed as if they had known each other for years. She didn’t want to sabotage things by putting a label on it too soon, but she thought their relationship might have the potential to really go someplace, and she couldn’t be happier. She was going to owe Madison really big if this worked out.

That evening, Holt had taken her out for a dinner at one of the nicest restaurants in the city, which had been wonderful. What had made it even better though, was that the place had a dance floor, which they had made great use of. Holt was a fantastic dancer, and the way he moved his body against hers as they’d danced had gotten her really hot and bothered. But that was no surprise, she thought, since Holt had been getting her excited almost from their very first date. In fact, she couldn’t wait for him to get her home so he could move that athletic body against hers a little bit more. Albeit, with much less clothing on.

Apparently, Holt couldn’t wait to touch her either, because the moment they got inside her apartment, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her passionately on the mouth. Kaelyn melted against him with a sigh, her lips parting beneath his as he slid his hand into her long auburn hair to cup the back of her head.

When he lifted his head, his blue eyes were hungry with desire as he gazed down into her amber ones. Then, with a grin, Holt took her hand and led her through the combination living room and kitchen toward the bedroom.

The bedroom was bathed in the glow of light coming from the streetlamp outside the window. The shadows accentuated Holt’s chiseled features, making him look even more handsome, and Kaelyn caught her breath. She didn’t think she’d ever seen a more gorgeous man.

“You’ve been driving me crazy all evening, you know that?” he said softly, reaching out to run his hand over her bare shoulder and down her arm to interlace his fingers with hers.

A delicious shiver of anticipation coursed through Kaelyn as he took a step closer. “Really? What did I do?” she said innocently.

Holt bent his head to trail gentle kisses along the curve of her jaw. “Hmmm,” he mused. “First, you greet me at the door wearing nothing but a short robe, and then torture me by insisting that I wait in the living room while you finish getting dressed. Then you leave your door open a crack while you’re changing, just so I can catch occasional glimpses of your scantily clad body.”

Kaelyn smiled, a soft little laugh escaping her as she remembered the impulse she’d had earlier in the evening to answer the door wearing only her lingerie. And of course, she had purposely left the door ajar, knowing he would try to watch.

“Then, on top of that,” he admonished. “You wear this sexy little dress that shows off your incredible body. And I couldn’t help but notice that you went to great lengths to make sure that I got to feel that body rubbing up against me while we danced. All I could do the entire time we were out was think about getting this dress off you.”

Feeling suddenly shy, Kaelyn had to giggle at that. She had been putting extra effort into getting him excited, and she was glad that he had noticed.

While they stood, his free hand went around her back to the zipper there. Holt undressed her slowly, unzipping her dress and sliding the straps off her shoulders before urging it over her hips and letting it fall to the floor at her feet. Kaelyn almost smiled when his eyes went wide at what she was wearing underneath. In silence, he took in her sexy lace push-up bra and skimpy panties before his gaze slid down to the thigh-high stockings and stilettos she had on.

Holt grinned. “Now I can see why you told me to wait in the living room while you got dressed,” he said. “If I’d seen you wearing this, I guarantee we would have been ordering take-out tonight.”

Kaelyn felt herself blush. She had never worn anything so overtly sexy before, but one look at the lingerie in the store and she hadn’t been able to resist. Seeing the unmasked desire in Holt’s blue eyes as she stood before him now, she was glad that she’d given into the urge and purchased the skimpy underthings. Even if they did end up on the floor along with her dress, she thought, having to stifle the impulse she had to giggle as her boyfriend reached around to undo the clasp of her bra. Her tiny panties quickly followed, leaving her clad only in her high-heels and the thigh-high stockings, which Holt slid down her legs with agonizing slowness.

Naked now, Kaelyn lay back on the bed and watched in eager anticipation as Holt took off his tie and began to unbutton his shirt. They had started sleeping together after a few dates, so even though she’d seen him naked before, his well-defined chest and washboard stomach still made her catch her breath, and she felt her pulse kick into high gear when he pushed down his dress pants and briefs to reveal the hard length of his cock.

Joining her in bed, he took her in his arms and kissed her, his mouth moving over hers hungrily. Still kissing her, he rolled onto his back, taking her with him. He ran his hand down to her slim waist, and then over the curve of her hip to cup her bottom before giving it a gentle squeeze.

Kaelyn felt herself tense a little at the movement. It wasn’t that she didn’t like Holt to touch her there; it was just that her boyfriend seemed to have a fascination with that part of her body more so than any other man she’d ever gone out with. At first, she’d thought it was because he might want to have anal sex with her, and though that really wasn’t her thing, she was willing to give it a try if he asked her to. But then recently he’d said some things to make her think that his interest might not have anything to do with anal sex at all, but with spanking! And that most definitely was not her thing. The only problem was, she didn’t know how to tell him that.

Kaelyn held her breath, half expecting him to give her a spank on the bottom right then, like he had done several other times before, but to her relief, Holt simply slid his hand up her back to pull her closer. It bothered her a little that there remained this one particular subject that neither of them seemed able to bring up. But for now, she was only too happy to forget all about spanking, and whether or not her boyfriend was into it, and kiss him back. Maybe it was something she should bring up later, but definitely not now, while they were in the middle of making out.

Feeling his hardness pressed against her pussy, she began to slowly rotate her hips so that the head of his cock was rubbing against her clit with each little circle she made, and she sighed with pleasure.

But Holt only let her tease them both for only a little while, however, before he took matters into his own hands, and Kaelyn felt her pulse skip a beat as her boyfriend guided his hardness into perfect alignment with her pussy. He grabbed hold of her hips and sank himself in deep with one thrust. They both groaned at the intense pleasure that flowed through them. Kaelyn began to immediately ride up and down on him wildly, knowing her orgasm was already close. But Holt quickly took charge of her gyrating hips and slowed her down to a more leisurely pace, a playful grin on his face. She leaned forward to kiss him while he held onto her hips and thrust into her slowly. She loved that he liked taking his time when they had sex; she’d never been with a man who was so patient and concerned about her pleasure. But she knew that he wouldn’t be able to hold out for long. Soon he would be thrusting into her much more forcefully, and she allowed herself to take her time and wait for him to be the first one to lose control.

But just when she thought he was about to start, he rolled over on the bed, taking her with him. That was okay with her; she certainly loved the basic missionary position just as much. But Holt surprised her by rolling her onto her stomach and guiding her onto her hands and knees. Extremely traditional when it came to making love, she hadn’t ever had sex doggie-style before going out with Holt, but next to girl-on-top, it was quickly becoming her favorite position, and she let out moan as he slowly ran the head of his hard cock up and down her pussy lips. Suddenly impatient to have him inside her, she pushed her bottom back toward him.

To her relief, Holt was more than happy to oblige. With a throaty chuckle, he slid his hard length into her pussy, only to let out a groan when her tight wetness surrounded him. Gripping her hips, he began to slowly thrust in and out. She didn’t know why, but there was something so naughty about this position, something so primal.

Kaelyn let herself get lost in the pleasurable sensations that coursed through her, oblivious to everything else around her until she felt a light smack on her right cheek, which was immediately followed by another slap on her left. Oh, God! He was going to spank her, she thought in horror.

Unable to help herself, Kaelyn tensed, any thought of her approaching orgasm completely gone now. She held her breath, sure that Holt must have felt the change in her and waited for him to say something, anything. But instead, he simply went on as if nothing had happened, his hand going back to her hip as he continued his gentle thrusting.

It took a few minutes, but gradually, Kaelyn felt herself relax, felt herself building back to orgasm from what Holt was doing to her. He had this way of knowing exactly where she needed his cock to go inside of her to give her the most stimulation. And then, just as she began to thrust her hips back to meet his, he slid his hand around and began finger her clit. Just like that, she went off like a firecracker, the orgasm rushing through her and making her scream out in pleasure. Her orgasm went on and on, and she could hardly believe it when she heard herself begging him to thrust harder. Only when she was at the height of her pleasure did Holt let himself go, and she cried out even louder when she felt his pleasure pour into her.

As she lay in his arms in the afterglow of their lovemaking, however, Kaelyn found her mind going back to the light spanks Holt had given her backside, and she realized that her suspicions had been correct. He was definitely into spanking. And Holt would have to be completely blind not to have noticed the negative effect it had had on her.

This had gone unspoken long enough, Kaelyn decided. She had read enough Cosmo magazine articles to know that she was going to have to be the one to start the conversation with him about it. She had no idea how, but she would. Later, though, not after they’d just made love. Perhaps over breakfast tomorrow, she thought. Her mind settled on the subject, she snuggled herself up against him and let herself fall asleep.But Kaelyn didn’t talk to Holt about it the next day. They took a shower together right after getting up, which invariably led to another round of steamy lovemaking, which in turn led to another shower. By then, they barely had enough time to put on some clothes before they had to leave for the cook-out that Madison and her husband, Trent, were having that afternoon in honor of the unseasonably warm weather. She supposed that she could have brought up the subject of spanking in the car on the way over, but she just couldn’t seem to find a way to slip it into the conversation. As for Holt, he acted as if he hadn’t noticed anything unusual during their lovemaking the night before, so Kaelyn just decided to let the matter drop for the time being. Maybe they would talk tonight after the cookout.

Madison and Trent lived just outside of Seattle in the town of Kirkland in a really pleasant subdivision. Kaelyn had been to see the couple dozens of times since moving back into town and felt almost as comfortable there as she did in her own apartment.

Holt rang the doorbell and then wrapped his arms around Kaelyn while they waited. It was Madison who opened the door. Greeting them both with a hug, the pretty dark-haired girl announced that they were the first to show as she led them into the house.

“Trent’s out back warming up the grill, Holt, if you want to go say hello,” Madison said, gesturing toward the French doors in the spacious living room.

Holt grinned. “I take it that’s my cue to give you girls some privacy,” he said.

“Was I that obvious?” Madison asked Kaelyn, her blue eyes twinkling as they followed Holt’s tall form as he made his way across the room and outside.

Knowing the other woman all too well, Kaelyn only laughed. She and Madison had become good friends while attending the University of Washington years ago, and though Kaelyn had taken a job that required her to move to Denver after graduation, she and Madison had always kept in touch, so it was easy to pick up their friendship where they’d left off.

“So,” Madison said, pouring iced tea into a tall glass and handing it to Kaelyn. “How are things going with Holt?”

Kaelyn smiled as she tossed her long hair back over her shoulder. “Wonderful,” she admitted. “Though you never told me he was so secretive.”

Her friend’s hand stilled for a moment on the tomato she was slicing as she looked at Kaelyn. “What do you mean?”

Kaelyn took a sip of iced tea. “He has tickets to this Halloween party we’re going to, but he won’t tell me anything about it,” she explained. “He’s even picked out my costume, though he won’t let me see it yet.”

Madison smiled as she turned her attention back to the tomato. “Sounds mysterious.”

Kaelyn made a face. “Well it’s driving me crazy,” she muttered, her gaze straying to the back deck. She wouldn’t say it aloud of course, but she hated not being in control of things, even something as simple as a costume party. She didn’t know why, but she’d always been that way.

Through the French doors, Kaelyn could see Holt grin at something Trent said, and her pulse fluttered at the sight of him. “I think I’m falling for him, Madison,” she said softly.

Madison’s head jerked up in surprise, her blue eyes wide. “Kaelyn, that’s wonderful!” she exclaimed.

Though Kaelyn was secretly overjoyed at the idea that she could be falling in love with Holt, thinking about the little issue of Holt’s apparent desire to spank her made her frown. Which in turn made Madison’s own brow furrow in concern.

“It is wonderful isn’t it?” the other girl asked.

Kaelyn tried to smile. “Of course,” she said quickly. “Holt’s everything I’ve ever dreamed of. It’s just that...”

“Just what, Kaelyn?” her friend prompted when her voice had trailed off. “Come on, you can tell me.”

She sighed. “I’m starting to think that Holt may be a little...strange,” she admitted.

Madison looked at her in confusion. “Strange in what way?”

Kaelyn hesitated. She should never have brought this up, she thought to herself, even if she could use her friend’s advice. And Madison being the way she was, Kaelyn knew that the dark-haired girl was not going to simply let the matter drop. “Holt seems to be fascinated with my bottom,” she finally said, the words coming out in a rush.

Her friend was silent a moment. “Trent’s fascinated with my bottom, too, so what’s the problem?”

Kaelyn dropped her gaze to stare down into her iced tea. “I think he wants to...spank me,” she said, the last part coming out as a whisper.

She kept her head down as she spoke, not wanting to see the look of revulsion she was sure was going to be on Madison’s face, but she was surprised to hear the other girl laugh.

“Oh, is that all?” Madison asked lightly.

Kaelyn looked at her pretty dark-haired friend in astonishment. “What do you mean, is that all?” she demanded. “Don’t you think that’s weird?”

Madison gave her a shrug. “I think weird is a rather strong word to be using. It might not be for everyone, I suppose, but with the right man, spanking can be a lot of fun.”

Kaelyn snorted. “How would you know?”

Madison gave her a naughty smile as she placed the sliced tomatoes neatly on the paper plate she’d set out. “Trent’s been known to put me over his knee on occasion,” she admitted.

Kaelyn stared at her friend in disbelief. “You’re not serious?” She couldn’t be, Kaelyn thought. Madison was just saying that to make fun of her.

But Madison’s smiled only broadened. “In fact, he gave me a spanking a few minutes before you and Holt got here. I sort of forgot to buy beer at the store, which made him have to go out and get it this morning. I purposely forgot, of course, but he warmed my bottom quite nicely, all the same.”

Kaelyn studied the other girl’s face, trying to determine if she were kidding or not, when her friend abruptly turned her back to Kaelyn and pulled up her short skirt to reveal two very red asscheeks divided by a miniscule pair of thong panties. The fact that Madison was showing her bottom wasn’t that surprising - they had been roommates in college, after all – but Kaelyn’s eyes went wide as she stared. Madison’s bottom was as red as the tomato she’d been slicing! Kaelyn could even see the outline of handprints overlaying several parts of her bottom.

“Trent spanked you because you forgot to buy beer? And you let him do it?” Kaelyn asked when her friend had turned back around. Try as she might, she couldn’t imagine her pretty friend willingly draping herself over her husband’s lap so that he could spank her.

Madison laughed. “Let him? Like I told you, I forgot the beer on purpose, knowing that a spanking is exactly what I would get. I would have gotten more, too, but you guys got here so early.”

Kaelyn said nothing for a moment. Wow, she thought that there wasn’t anything she didn’t know about Madison. Apparently, she was wrong. But it was quite obvious that this spanking wasn’t a one-time thing with Madison. “And you actually liked it?” she finally asked.

Smiling, her friend only nodded.

Kaelyn shook her head. “I never knew you were so...”

Madison’s blue eyes danced. “What?” she asked. “Kinky?”

Kaelyn flushed. “I was going to say adventurous,” she lied.

Madison laughed. “No you weren’t,” she said, and then shrugged. “But so what if it’s a little kinky? Other people have fun their way; I have fun my way. And spanking is certainly fun.”

Kaelyn didn’t see how having your ass spanked until it was red could be fun, and told her friend as much.

The dark-haired girl lifted a brow. “You’ve tried it before?”

“No, of course not,” Kaelyn told her, horrified at the idea. “But Holt smacked my ass while we were doing it doggie-style the other night and I didn’t like it.”

Madison frowned. “Did you tell that to Holt?”

Kaelyn shook her head. “I think he must have figured it out, though, because he stopped right away.” She sighed. “I’m just hoping that he doesn’t bring it up again. I really am starting to fall for him and I don’t want something as trivial as whether or not I like to be spanked to come between us.”

Her friend regarded her thoughtfully for a moment. “If he does bring it up, though, maybe you should think about giving spanking a try before you decide that you’re not into it. Who knows? You might discover that it’s a real turn-on.”

Kaelyn really doubted that, but what her friend said was really starting to worry her. What if Holt expected her to react to a spanking in the way that Madison obviously did? She didn’t want to blow things with him, but she wasn’t sure if she could really try something like that just to satisfy his sexual kink. But maybe Madison was right. Maybe she should at least try it with him before she told him that she hated it. With that thought in mind, Kaelyn opened her mouth to ask Madison how exactly she should bring the subject up to Holt when the doorbell rang, interrupting them.

“That must be Heather and Derek,” Madison said.

As her friend went to answer the door, Kaelyn decided she would talk to Madison about it later. But an interesting thing occurred as the day wore on. Every time she saw Madison and Trent together, her mind was flooded with images of Trent spanking her old college roommate. No matter how hard she tried, Kaelyn couldn’t seem to get the picture of the other girl’s bright red ass out of her mind, and for the rest of the day she couldn’t sit on piece of furniture without wondering if Madison had been spanked there.“So, how are things with Kaelyn?” Trent asked Holt as he leaned over to grab a beer from the cooler.

Holt’s mouth quirked as he took the bottle his friend offered. He had met Trent and Madison at a spanking workshop that his previous girlfriend, Melanie, had dragged him to several months ago. He and Melanie had gone their separate ways soon after that, however, so Madison had told him that she wanted to set him up with her friend. He’d been reluctant to agree, but when Madison had assured him that there would be no hard feelings if he didn’t hit it off with Kaelyn, he’d thought, what the hell?

But he had been attracted to the tall, slender magazine editor from the moment they’d met. With her long auburn hair, amber-colored eyes, and a sprinkling of freckles across her pert little nose, Kaelyn was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. More than that, though, she was smart and funny and interesting to talk to, qualities that he had found to be sorely lacking in a lot of other women he’d dated. He wanted to think that Kaelyn was perfect for him, but recently he’d begun to think that they might not be as sexually compatible as they should be.

“Not bad,” he finally said in answer to the other man’s question. “Though sometimes, I wish she weren’t so uptight in bed.”

Trent lifted a brow in surprise. “We’re not talking like frigid, are we?”

Holt shook his head. “No, nothing like that. It’s just that I don’t think she’s as turned on by the idea of being spanked as much as I am by the thought of spanking her.”

Trent considered that for a moment. “Have you talked to her about it?”

Holt shook his head. “I’ve hinted at it, but I can’t seem to figure out how to bring it up,” he admitted. “Any thoughts?”

Trent gave him a wry smile. “Madison’s the one you should really be asking for advice. Like you, she couldn’t figure out how to bring it up either. She just hoped that if she dropped enough hints, I’d catch on sooner or later.”

Holt lifted the bottle to his mouth and took a swallow. “And did it work?”

The corner of Trent’s mouth edged up. “Let’s just say that it would have been a hell of a lot easier if she’d just told me that she wanted me to spank her.”

Holt chuckled at that, but sobered quickly again when he thought of his own dilemma. “Yeah, well I have to figure out something before we go to that Halloween party or Kaelyn’s going to be in for a big surprise.”

Then again, he thought, if he didn’t talk to Kaelyn about his interest in spanking, they wouldn’t be going to the party at all. Because it wasn’t just any old Halloween party; it was a spanking party. Holt had bought the tickets months ago, assuming that Kaelyn would be as into spanking as he was, but now he wasn’t so sure it had been a good idea. The party had sounded like fun, though, and with the anonymity the costumes offered, he thought he would be able to talk Kaelyn into it if it turned out that she was shy about getting spanked in public. He just never thought that he’d have to talk her into letting him spank her at all.

But after last night’s episode in bed, Holt was starting to think that maybe he should just drop the whole thing. Kaelyn had tensed up completely at the lightest spank on her bottom. We’re talking from sixty to zero in no seconds flat, he thought. After that, it was amazing that the night had ended as well as it had.

He really liked Kaelyn a lot and he wasn’t willing to risk their relationship by pushing her on the spanking issue. The only problem he had now was the Halloween party. She knew all about the tickets. What was she going to say when Halloween came and they were at home watching a DVD? Maybe he could find another costume party on short notice, he thought, one that didn’t involve spanking. And one where her skimpy costume wouldn’t look out of place.

 

 

Excerpt from Book Three: It's Just a Job

 

Chapter One

Brooke Fontaine didn’t realize how much she had missed the Pacific Northwest until she had moved back to Seattle from New York a little over a month ago. She certainly didn’t regret the past eight years she had spent in Manhattan working as a book editor at one of the publishing houses, but the last few years she had yearned for something different. So, after much thought on the subject - and a few sleepless nights - she had quit her job to pursue her real dream of becoming an author.

New York was way too expensive for a beginning writer, however, which was why she had decided to move back to Seattle. Her college friend, Kaelyn, had just recently moved back there herself several months earlier, so Brooke had given the other girl a call to ask if she knew of a realtor that could help her find a cheap apartment. Kaelyn, of course, had immediately invited Brooke to stay at her place. Not wanting to impose on her friend, Brooke had tried to decline the invitation, but when Kaelyn had insisted that it wouldn’t be an imposition at all, Brooke had given in. Besides, it had been a lot easier to accept the offer when she’d found out that Kaelyn had all but moved in with her handsome fiancé Holt, which meant that the apartment was empty almost all of the time anyway. Without a doubt, Kaelyn’s offer had made the move back to Seattle a lot easier, allowing Brooke to move right in and start writing.

Though Kaelyn’s place wasn’t anywhere near as big as Brooke’s loft in New York City, the cozy two-bedroom apartment with its view of Puget Sound and the Olympic Mountains was perfect for an aspiring novelist.

Though she had conceded to her friend about not paying rent, Brooke had been adamant about taking over the utilities, refusing to let Kaelyn pay for them when she wasn’t even living there. But that expense, along with the car she’d had to buy, had begun to dig into her savings at an alarming rate. So, needing some kind of job, she had started doing freelance articles for several of the local magazines. She had done that kind of work when she’d first moved to New York and she was pretty good at it. But though the money certainly paid the bills, freelance work ate into a lot of her time, which only made it that much more difficult to work on her novel, and that really bothered her. The whole reason she had left New York was so she could dedicate herself full time to her new career. She wished she could find something else that wasn’t so time consuming, but she had no idea what that would be.

Tucking a strand of long, dark hair behind an ear, Brooke had just turned her attention back to the story staring back at her from her laptop when Kaelyn’s voice came from the entryway. “Brooke! Are you here?”

Brooke smiled. Even though her friend didn’t actually live there anymore, Kaelyn still stopped by the apartment several times a week. “In the living room!” Brooke called from the couch.

A few moments later, her friend, a tall, slender redhead, came into the room, a smile on her pretty face. “Hey, good news!” she said, tossing her shoulder bag and lightweight jacket onto a chair. “I think I may have found another job for you, if you’re still looking for one.”

Swinging her legs over the side of the couch, Brooke put her laptop on the coffee table. “Definitely!” she said. “But please tell me it’s not another freelance writing job. I barely have any time to myself now.”

Kaelyn stepped around the table to sit on the couch beside her. “No, this is different. There’s this guy I know who needs a model for a photo-shoot. It’s just one job right now, but there’s certainly more to come after that.”

Brooke’s brow furrowed. “A model?”

Her friend shrugged. “I know you did some modeling back when you first got to New York, so when I heard that Alex was looking for a model, I immediately thought of you.”

Brooke’s frown only deepened. Modeling had been one of the many part-time jobs she’d had while she’d been trying to get her foot in the door with a publisher. “Kaelyn, I haven’t done modeling in years.”

Kaelyn shrugged again. “So?” she countered. “You’re experienced at it, not to mention beautiful. And you have a great body. Which means that you’re perfect for the job.”

Brooke couldn’t help but smile at her friend. Modeling had come naturally to her, it was true, and with her tall, slender figure, flawless complexion, and big brown doe-eyes, she had often been told she was perfect for it. But as she’d just said, it had been years since she’d done it.

“Kaelyn, I don’t know...” she began.

“At least say you’ll think about it,” the other girl entreated. “It pays really well, which means that you won’t have to take on so many freelance jobs. It’ll give you more time to work on your book. Wasn’t that what you said you wanted?”

It was exactly what she’d said she wanted. Anything that would reduce the number of magazine articles she’d have to write, but still... “What kind of modeling is it?” she asked after a moment.

Kaelyn hesitated, chewing on her lower lip. “That’s the thing,” she said slowly. “It’s for a spanking publication. Well, more of a brochure, really. For a spanking party. Beyond that, Alex does spanking photo-shoots pretty frequently, so like I said, there could be a lot of part-time work for you.”

For a moment, Brooke thought that her friend must be teasing her. A spanking publication? Kaelyn had to be joking. “You’re kidding, right?”

Her expression serious, the other girl shook her head.

Brooke blinked. “Kaelyn, I didn’t quit my job as an editor to go into porn!”

“It’s not porn!” Kaelyn laughed. “Here. I’ll show you what I mean.”

Getting up from the couch, Kaelyn went over to her shoulder bag and took out a handful of glossy brochures. Sitting back down beside Brooke, she held them out.

A little dubious, Brooke took one and looked at it. A brochure for some kind of spanking workshop, the cover photo showed a girl getting a bare-bottomed spanking over the knee of a man who was, in a word, totally gorgeous, and Brooke’s gaze lingered on him for a moment before she reminded herself of the reason she was supposed to be looking at the brochure in the first place.

Not exactly naïve, Brooke knew that there were couples who were into spanking, but she never realized that there were workshops and parties for it. Curious, she opened the brochure to find more pictures inside. In some, the man looked like he was using a hairbrush on the girl’s reddened bottom, while in others, he was wielding a wooden paddle. Though the pictures were indeed sexy, they weren’t really what Brooke usually thought of as porn. In fact, they were almost tasteful. And she had to admit, the color that had been done on the girl’s bottom during the photo retouching looked quite realistic. At least, it looked realistic to her, never having seen a spanked bottom.

“So, what do you think?” Kaelyn asked as she finished looking at the brochure.

Brooke shook her head. “I don’t know...” she hesitated. “What if people I know see the pictures?”

“Oh, please! The spanking community is pretty close-knit. I don’t think an editor in New York is going to see anything you do here. Besides,” she added, “if they do, you can just tell them that it’s considered performance art.”

Brooke laughed. “Performance art?”

Kaelyn nodded. “That pays really, really well.”

Brooke thought a moment. “How much is really, really well?”

Smiling, her friend named an amount that made Brooke’s eyes go wide. A few photo-shoots and she could pick and choose which magazine articles she bothered with. But the money wasn’t the only issue to consider, though. Could she, a woman who prided herself on being strong and independent, really drape herself over a man’s lap and pretend to let him spank her?

Absently curling the brochure in her hands, Brooke looked at her friend. “This guy – Alex, did you say his name was? Is he a friend? I mean, he’s not some kind of freak, is he?” She couldn’t help it, but in her mind she had a picture of a guy who was a total sleaze. How the guy acted about this whole thing would probably make all the difference to her.

Kaelyn laughed. “No, he’s not a freak,” she said. “In fact, he’s very nice. Like I said, he’s a friend. And this whole spanking thing is just kind of a side business. In real life he’s an aerospace engineer.”

Brooke lifted a brow, but said nothing, and Kaelyn continued.

“Look, why don’t I give him a call and tell him that you’re interested in the job, but that you’d like to meet with him to talk about it? That way, if you don’t feel comfortable, you can forget about the whole thing.”

Brooke thought about it for a moment, and then nodded. There was no harm in meeting with the guy, she told herself as she watched Kaelyn rummage through her shoulder bag for her cell phone. Brooke listened as Kaelyn made the call, and a few minutes later, she had agreed to meet this Alex at the Starbucks down the street that afternoon.

Well, if nothing else, it would get Brooke out of the apartment for awhile. Since she had moved back to town, all she’d done was either write on her novel or the freelance articles. It would be nice to get out and socialize a little. And if Brooke weren’t comfortable with this guy, Alex, then she’d just tell him that she’d changed her mind.

“Oh, there’s one more thing,” Kaelyn said, picking up her shoulder bag and rummaging for her keys as she spoke. “I sort of let Alex think you had some experience with this kind of stuff.”

Brooke’s brow furrowed. “What do you mean, experience?”

Kaelyn hesitated, chewing on her lower lip. “Well...actually, I told him that you were active in the spanking scene.”

Brooke blinked. She liked to think of herself as experienced when it came to sex, but she’d never tried spanking before. And what had Kaelyn been thinking, saying she was into “the scene?” The guy would probably think she was kinky or something. “Now, wait a minute...”

“Don’t worry,” Kaelyn interrupted. “It’s not like I told him you worked your way through college making spanking videos or anything. I just thought that he might not want to hire you if he knew that you’d never done anything like this before. I just mentioned that you had at least done it before. So, just pretend that you know what he’s talking about.”

Since there wasn’t anything she could do about it now, Brooke let the matter drop. It was almost funny, if she thought about it. She couldn’t imagine Kaelyn sitting and talking to this guy about Brooke’s experience with being spanked. But at the serious expression on the other girl’s face, Brooke assured Kaelyn that she would play her part well and act as if she knew exactly what she was doing.

After the other girl had left, Brooke couldn’t help but smile, though. How much experience would she need for this kind of photo shoot, anyway? All she had to do was lay over a guy’s knee while he pretended to spank her. It shouldn’t be too difficult to fake it. She just hoped that she could keep a straight face through the whole thing.Brooke headed down the street to Starbucks a little before four that afternoon, the agreed-upon time she was supposed to meet Alex. Since the coffee shop was well within walking distance from the apartment – something else she loved about the place – it didn’t take her all that long to get there. As usual, Starbucks had a pretty good crowd going, and as she stepped inside, she scanned the room, trying to figure out which one of the men was Alex. Though a few of the men returned her glance with their own interested ones, none of them approached her. Deciding that Alex must not have gotten there yet, she took a place in line, ordered a nonfat latte, and then found a seat at a table that gave her a good view of the door.

A handful of men came in over the next ten minutes, but none of them gave the impression that they were there to meet someone. Except for the totally hot guy who was currently looking in her direction, of course, and there was no way that he could be Kaelyn’s friend, Alex. Then again, Brooke thought, he was making his way over to her table.

All at once, Brooke recognized him as the man from the photos in the brochure that Kaelyn had given her to look at earlier – the guy that Brooke had thought was totally gorgeous! In person, though, he was even more handsome, and Brooke felt her pulse skip a beat as she took in his black hair, silver-gray eyes, and all-around chiseled good looks. Then there was his tall frame and well-muscled build beneath the expensive shirt and tie he was wearing. W-O-W! Brooke thought. Why hadn’t her friend told her that Alex was such a hottie?

Coming to a stop beside the table, he gave her a questioning look as he asked, “Brooke?”

Robbed of speech at the velvety softness of his voice, all Brooke could do was nod. Pulling out the chair across from her, Alex gave her a smile so sexy that it had her pulse doing jumping-jacks. She decided them and there that she needed to get out more. She hadn’t had this kind of reaction to a guy since she was a teenager. But there was no denying that she had never met anyone who had attracted her this much, at least from a physical standpoint.

“I’m Alex Cunningham,” he said, holding out his hand. “Sorry I’m late, but I got hung up at work.”

Trying to calm her racing pulse, Brooke reached out and shook his proffered hand. “That’s okay,” she told him. “I got here a little early anyway.”

Alex leaned forward, his forearms on the table. “So,” he said, his silver-gray gaze meeting hers. “Kaelyn tells me that you did some modeling a few years back.”

Brooke smiled. “More than a few, but yes.”

That sexy smile flashed at her again. “As attractive as you are, I’m surprised you’re not still in it.”

She took an absurd amount of pleasure in his compliment, and could only answer with a soft, “Thank you.”

“Did you mostly do runway or print work?”

“Print,” she told him, taking a sip of her latte. To be honest, she was a little surprised by the question. She hadn’t expected any real work-related questions. She would have thought that this guy would have taken in her good looks, and then bluntly asked if she liked getting spanked. But apparently he took these spanking photos very seriously. “I did it on a whim, really, more to make ends meet at the time than anything else,” she continued. “But I actually ended up enjoying it. Unfortunately, I didn’t keep up a portfolio. I hope that’s not a problem?”

He shook his head. “No, of course not. Kaelyn’s a good friend and I certainly trust her word about your experience. I don’t know how much she told you about the photo-shoots that we do, though.”

Brooke shrugged. “Not much, really,” she admitted, and then added, “Other than the...uhm...subject matter, I mean. And she showed me some brochures, too.”

Brooke hoped that didn’t sound as lame as she thought it did, but Alex merely grinned.

“The first job is a simple brochure. There will be a collage of pictures to show the type of things going on at one of the parties, real basic stuff, you know. Beyond that, I usually need a regular model for the magazine layouts that we do. The photo sets are all couples-centered, so they’re presented in a very romantic way,” he explained. “It’s mostly OTK stuff, with a few other positions thrown in if the scene calls for it, and I don’t usually use anything harsher than the paddle or hairbrush, though I’ll occasionally go with a strap if it fits better with the story we’re trying to portray.”

Brooke had no idea what “O-T-K” was, but remembering Kaelyn’s suggestion to act like she knew what Alex was talking about, she nodded her head knowingly didn’t ask for a definition. She couldn’t help but wonder why he was telling her all this stuff about paddles and hairbrushes, though. Who cared what it looked like she was being spanked with? He was acting as if he were actually going to spank her! She did find it interesting that he spoke in the first-person when he referred to using them, however.

“So,” she said, absently fingering the cup in her hand. “Will I be modeling with you, then?”

Alex nodded. “If that’s okay with you?”

Okay? Brooke almost laughed. This was getting better by the minute. Of course it was okay, she thought, nodding in answer to his question.

He was silent for a moment. “You probably already know this, but the job does require some partial nudity,” he said. “I just wanted to make sure that you’re comfortable with that.”

Not one to usually blush, Brooke was surprised when she felt her face color. Having seen the brochure, she had known that her bottom would be bared at some point during the photo shoot, of course. She just hadn’t realized that a guy as gorgeous as Alex would be the one pulling down her panties. The thought sent a delicious shiver running through her.

“I’m fine with that,” she told him. In reality, she was a little concerned about that. She wasn’t sure where these photos would end up, but she supposed that it wouldn’t be much different from most of the lingerie modeling jobs she’d done. She was just glad that in addition to being naturally slender, she also worked out regularly. If someone was going to be seeing her bare bottom, especially Alex, she wanted to make sure it looked good.

Though they spent the rest of the time talking about the pay and where they would be taking the photos, they also talked about inconsequential stuff that had nothing to do with the job. Much to Brooke’s surprise. She supposed it was because Alex was just really easy to talk to, and without even realizing when it had happened, she discovered that she had already made up her mind about taking the job. The most important thing to her was that she already felt relaxed and comfortable around Alex. No matter how good the money was, she wouldn’t have agreed to this if Alex had turned out to be the sleaze she’d feared he would be. But Kaelyn had been right. He was a great guy.

They had been sitting there talking for well over an hour, and though she had an almost irresistible urge to continue their conversation, Brooke realized that she probably shouldn’t take up any more of his time. This wasn’t a date, after all. She was here getting a job, and she wanted to look professional. Though she almost had to laugh at the thought of being a professional spanking model. Making up something about another appointment she had to get to, she agreed to meet him at the photography studio the following evening.

They shook hands and Brooke slowly made her way through the crowded tables to the door. As she did so, she couldn’t help but wonder if Alex was watching her bottom as she walked away. Though she resisted the urge to look over her shoulder and check, she couldn’t control the impulse to put a little more wiggle into her step, just in case.

Alex stood where he was for a moment, a smile playing around the corners of his mouth as he watched Brooke Fontaine wend her way through the tables and walk toward the door. When Kaelyn had told him that she had a friend who had done some modeling, he had assumed that Brooke would be pretty. But he hadn’t expected her to be so beautiful. Or to have such a completely spankable ass, he thought, his gaze focusing on her jean-clad bottom as she walked away. She had an absolutely mesmerizing twitch to her hips as she moved that made it difficult not to stare, and he knew that he would have to try hard to maintain his professionalism when it came to working with her. But even so, he had no doubt that having her over his knee was going to be fun.Brooke would have been lying if she said that she wasn’t a little nervous about the photo-shoot. After all, she hadn’t done any modeling in years. But at the same time, she was also excited at the prospect of seeing Alex again. She could never remember being so drawn to a man before, but she couldn’t seem to stop thinking about him. She had barely been able to get any writing done the whole day. In fact, by the time she got to the photography studio the following evening, she was practically bouncing with excitement.

As Alex had requested, she had dressed in a short skirt, which she had paired with a curve-hugging top and high-heeled sandals. She had left her long, dark hair loose so that it hung down her back, and she tucked a strand behind her ear as she pushed open the door and went inside.

Since it was after hours, the photography studio was empty, save for the girl behind the counter, who looked up at the sound of the door being opened. Her blond hair pulled up into a ponytail, the girl was wearing a pair of faded blue jeans and a T-shirt. She gave Brooke a smile.

“You must be Brooke. I’m Tandy, the photographer. Alex is in the back, if you want to go on in,” she said, gesturing to the door behind the counter. “I’ll be right in.”

Though she hadn’t given it much thought until now, Brooke had to admit she was relieved to see that the photographer was a woman. Regardless of how professional a male photographer would have been, she still probably would have ended up feeling uncomfortable. Smiling, she thanked Tandy and made her way into the back of the studio.

The back room had what she supposed was the typical array of photography equipment. Lighting stands, background murals, extension cords and cables, and lots of expensive-looking cameras. But she was also surprised to see that what looked like a partial kitchen had been set up as well. She could tell that it was all fake, of course, but it looked good, right down to the bowl of colorful fruit on the table. There were even two straight-backed chairs, and she couldn’t help but remember the brochures that Kaelyn had shown her, and what they had pictured. She would probably find herself draped over Alex’s knee on one of those chairs soon enough. That thought got her even more excited than she already was. And she fought to get herself back under control. It was just a job, after all.

Standing at one of the long utility tables across the room, Alex had his back to her, and he turned at her entrance. Dressed casually in khaki pants and a long sleeve, button-up shirt – sans tie, this time – he looked even more handsome than he had the day before, and Brooke felt her pulse do a little dance at the sight of him. Setting down the paper he’d been looking at, he walked over to where she stood, his silver-gray eyes taking in the outfit she was wearing as he did so.

Noticing the direction of his gaze, Brooke smoothed her short, floral-print skirt self-consciously. “I hope this is okay,” she said by way of greeting. “You said to wear something I would on a date, so...”

Alex grinned approvingly. “You look great. In fact, what you’re wearing is perfect,” he said, his gaze lingering on her long legs for a moment before he looked at her. “You didn’t have any trouble finding the place, did you?”

“Not at all. You give very good directions,” she told him, tucking her hair behind her ear. “I ran into Tandy on the way in. She said that she’d just be a few minutes.”

He nodded. “So, you met her. Tandy’s really easy going. I think you two will get along fine,” he said. “But it’s good that we have a few minutes before she comes in. That’ll give us a chance to go over the shoot.”

She nodded. “Okay.”

“In this series, we’re going for the bratty girlfriend/serious boyfriend,” he explained. “You know, girls acts like a brat and her boyfriend spanks her for it.”

Brooke wasn’t exactly sure how to act like a brat, but she didn’t ask. Alex must have sensed her confusion because he gave a helpful suggestion.

“Some of the other models I’ve worked with say that sometimes it’s helpful to actually have a scenario in mind. Just to help get you into character,” he told her. “Let’s say for this one, that you spent a fortune on that outfit you’re wearing, and though it’s sexy as hell, your boyfriend goes through the roof when he sees the credit card bill. You, of course, feel that the money you spent to look that good is completely justified, and aren’t above telling him so. Even though you know you’re going to get a spanking, you refuse to back down. That’s just the kind of girl you are.”

Even though Brooke had no experience with the spanking scene, it was pretty easy to imagine the situation that Alex had described. She almost had to smile. Though she wouldn’t have thought of it as bratty, she could see herself acting that way very easily, and the notion that a handsome boyfriend like Alex would take her to task for it was suddenly very intriguing.

“We’ll start with some shots of you pouting and looking up at me defiantly while I scowl a lot. I’m sure I have some receipts in my wallet that I can hold up,” he continued. “After that, I’ll put you over my knee and lift your skirt. Don’t worry,” he added, giving her a grin when her brow had furrowed. “We’ll do a few warm-up shots before I pull your panties down. Just remember, show me lots of attitude.”

Brooke’s pulse skipped a beat, blushing at the thought of Alex doing something so intimate as taking down her panties and baring her bottom, and she was glad Tandy chose that moment to come into the room. While Alex spoke with the photographer about exactly what he wanted, Brooke wandered over to where the table and chairs had been set up. After a few minutes, Alex joined her.

“I know that you’re probably nervous since this is our first time working together, but I promise to go easy on you,” he told her as Tandy came over to them. “And remember, if at any time you want to stop, just say the word, ‘red’”

Brooke was a little confused about that last part, but not wanting to look like the novice she was, she didn’t bother to ask him to elaborate.

Seeing that she and Alex were ready to begin, Tandy put them into position so that they were standing facing each other, after which, the girl then spent a few minutes checking lighting and camera angles. Brooke had to admit that she was impressed by how professional the whole thing was.

“Okay,” Tandy said when she was finished. “Brooke, time to let out your inner bad girl and give Alex a defiant little pout.”

Inner bad girl? Brooke wasn’t sure that she even had one. Remembering the scenario that Alex had given her to work with, however, she obediently formed her lips into a pout and looked up at him from beneath lowered lashes only to find that he had folded his arms across his broad chest and was glowering down at her. Gazing up at him, she’d almost believe that he really was angry with her for some misdeed. And for some strange reason, her pulse went absolutely wild at the glint in his eyes. Never had she had a man look at her in quite that way before, but that no-nonsense expression on his handsome face was definitely doing things to her.

“That’s great, Brooke,” Tandy was saying over the clicking of the camera. “Now, Alex just told you that he’s going to spank you for being so naughty. Look indignant.”

In truth, Brooke was so entranced by the gorgeous man standing in front of her that she barely even heard the other girl’s instructions, but at the thought of him actually telling her that she was going to get a spanking, something came over her and she blushed again, her lips parting almost of their own accord.

“Perfect!” Tandy said, her camera still clicking. “You’re a natural at this.”

Brooke wasn’t so sure about that, but it was coming easier than she’d thought it would, much to her relief.

A few camera clicks later, Alex pulled out one of the straight-backed chairs and sat down. In the next set of pictures, Brooke was supposed to stand in front of Alex while he lectured her on the reason she was getting spanked. At the touch of his hand on her arm, however, Brooke could barely concentrate on anything other than how electric that touch was, and it took her a moment to get back into character. When she did, though, it was to experience that same thrill she had before at his stern expression. If he really were actually scolding her, she thought, she’d probably melt into a puddle of goo right there!

After a few shots like that, Tandy went off to change cameras, leaving Brooke alone with Alex, who was grinning.

“I know you said that you didn’t have any experience with this kind of modeling, but Tandy’s right. You are a natural at this,” he said. “I can already tell that the photos are going to look great. We may get enough out of this for a full magazine layout.”

Brooke smiled, thrilled beyond reason that Alex was happy with her performance, and would have said so, but Tandy came back over to them. “Ready?” the girl asked.

At the photographer’s question, Alex looked at Brooke, who nodded. “Remember, if you want to stop, just use your safeword,” he said.

She didn’t really have time to think about what he had said as they spent the next few minutes taking multiple pictures of her getting pulled over his knee. It was almost getting funny because Tandy wanted to do it over and over again from different angles. Finally, Tandy announced that she had enough, and Brooke was left draped across Alex’s knees. Putting her hands on the floor to steady herself, Brooke lifted up on her toes in an effort to get more comfortable, only to catch her breath when she felt Alex slowly run his hand up the back of her thigh.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his hand pausing in mid-caress.

Brooke nodded, forcing herself to relax as Alex ran his hand up her leg again, Tandy’s camera clicking non-stop. His touch felt good, too good, she thought, and it was all she could do to remember that this was just a job. Of course, having the camera clicking away helped to remind her of that end, and she forced herself to concentrate on the sound as Alex lifted her skirt to reveal her skimpy bikini panties. That still didn’t keep her from blushing though, especially when Alex placed his strong hand on her bottom.

Then, before she even realized what he was doing, Alex had lifted his hand and brought it down on her panty-covered ass!

Brooke gasped in disbelief, her big brown eyes going wide. Alex wasn’t really going to actually spank her, was he? But as he lifted his hand and smacked her upturned bottom again, she realized that he was going to do exactly that! She would have screamed out loud, but Tandy was right in front of her, taking pictures of her facial expressions.

“Oh, that’s excellent!” Tandy said. “I’ve never seen a better first reaction. This layout is going to the magazines for sure.”

Brooke wasn’t really listening because she abruptly remembered how she’d thought that the rosy color on the model’s bottom in the brochure she’d seen had been added courtesy of photo re-touching. How could she be so stupid! These were spanking photos. Of course she would be getting spanked!

“That’s not too hard, is it?” Alex asked, his hand resting lightly on her panty-covered bottom.

Brooke hesitated for a moment, considering the question. The spanks had stung a little, but they hadn’t really been all that hard, she supposed. And she had agreed to do this. They had just startled her, that was all. “N-no,” she said, craning her neck to look at him over her shoulder. “I’ve been spanked much harder.”

Besides the fact that she didn’t want Alex to think that she’d hadn’t done this sort of thing before, Brooke also had the strange urge to impress him. Though in retrospect, perhaps that lie about being spanked much harder hadn’t been such a good idea. What if Alex thought she wanted to be spanked harder?

Much to Brooke’s surprise – and relief - the next few spanks weren’t any harder than the first, though. Nevertheless, the smacks still produced enough of a sting that she had to bite her lip to keep from crying out. A complete and total novice to this whole spanking thing, she wasn’t sure if she should give voice to her protests or not. After several more well-aimed spanks, however, she couldn’t keep silent any longer and let out a little, “Owwwww!” each time Alex’s hand came down on her upturned bottom.

As for Alex, he didn’t seem to mind her protestations as far as she could tell, because he continued to spank her while Tandy took pictures. Tandy was practically cheering them on, she was so happy.

Abruptly, the spanking stopped, and Brooke let out an audible sigh of relief. She hadn’t realized until then that she’d been so tense she was practically rigid on his lap, and she let herself relax, something her stomach muscles certainly appreciated. Now that he had stopped spanking her, she could feel her bottom actually throbbing. She bet that her skin would actually be hot if she reached back to touch it. The skimpy panties she was wearing had offered precious little protection from the barrage of slaps and she wondered why they had even been left on in the first place. Her bottom felt like it was hot and tingling all over!

“A few more on the bare,” Alex said from above her. “And we’ll be done.”

Brooke gasped. A few more on the bare? She wasn’t sure if her poor bottom could take it! Before she could protest, however, Alex slid his fingers into the waistband of her panties and slowly pulled them down to the middle of her thighs.

Brooke positively shivered at such a sexual gesture, her face coloring as she felt Alex’s strong hand glide up the back of her leg, and she was glad that her long hair hid her face as that hand came to rest lightly on her bare bottom. For the first time, she suddenly realized that her pussy was tingling as much as her bottom. But then Alex was spanking her again, and she forgot all about her pussy, blushing, and anything else, other than his hand smacking her ass.

Well, she might be a novice at this, but Alex was obviously an expert, because he certainly knew how to spank a girl! He didn’t concentrate on just one area either, but covered her entire bottom with stinging slaps that had her squirming against him and kicking her legs in protest. “Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!” came out after every smack.

Brooke didn’t even think about what havoc her frantic movements must be wreaking on the camera. Apparently, it was exactly what Tandy wanted, however, because the other girl was happily snapping pictures all the while.

“That’s fantastic!” Tandy exclaimed, moving around them to take pictures from different angles. “Kick as much as you want, Brooke. It’ll look great in the photos. Tilt your head to the side now. I want to get some shots of your face.”

But Brooke barely heard her. All she could think about was how much the spanks stung.

“Owwww!...Owwww!...Owwww!...Owwww!”

Then, finally, before she even realized it, the spanking was over.

Brooke lay where she was, draped over Alex’s lap while his hand lightly rested on her stinging bottom for the benefit of the camera. She didn’t know how many times he had spanked her, but her ass felt like it was glowing, it was so hot!

“Okay,” she heard Tandy say over the clicking of the camera. “Just a few more pictures like that, Alex.”

There was some more clicking, and then Brooke felt Alex gently helping her to her feet. Almost of their own accord, her hands reached behind her to cup her asscheeks, and she gasped at how hot they were.

“Perfect!” Tandy said, capturing her look of surprise with the camera. “Keep looking at Alex just like that.”

Brooke wasn’t sure exactly how she was looking at Alex, though she suspected there was a little bit of wonder on her face. Because despite how fiercely the spanking had stung at the time, the aftereffects weren’t that unpleasant at all. She would never have thought it, but the spanking had been sort of amazing. Gazing up at Alex, she wasn’t sure if it had been him, or the spanking itself, that had her so wide-eyed.

“Okay, we’re done,” Tandy announced after a moment, giving them a smile as she made her way across the room to one of the utility tables.

Realizing that Alex was regarding her with that penetrating silver-gray gaze of his, Brooke looked away as she busied herself with pulling her panties up. She almost gasped aloud at the feel of the thin material against her stinging bottom. The panties may not have protected her during the spanking, but they sure seemed capable of trapping in the heat that her ass was giving off, and she had to fight the urge to massage her sore bottom.

Now that the camera wasn’t on them, Brooke felt suddenly awkward. After all, what did a girl say to a man that had just put her over his knee and given her a spanking? Thanks, that was fun. May I have another? just didn’t sound like the right thing to say.

“That was pretty good for your first time,” Alex said as she let her skirt flutter down around her hips.

Brooke almost laughed. If he only knew! she thought. “Uhm...thanks,” she mumbled, and then looked around the studio. “Is there a rest room I could use?”

It was Tandy who answered. “Down the hallway, first door on the right.”

Murmuring her thanks, Brooke picked up her handbag from the table where she’d placed it and quickly made her escape. For some reason, she had this incredible urge to see if her bottom was as red as it was hot. Ducking into the small bathroom, she turned on the light and, lifting her skirt and pulling down her panties, half turned so that she could see her bottom in the mirror above the pedestal sink.

Brooke’s eyes went wide as she saw how red her ass was. Well, maybe not red exactly, she thought as she studied it. Actually, it was more like a deep rose, she decided.

She also discovered that it wasn’t just her bottom that had been affected by the spanking. Sliding her panties down had made her realize that her pussy was soaking wet. Apparently, she had just discovered a new form of foreplay for herself. Interesting. Oh God, she thought as an idea suddenly came to her. Had Alex been able to see that? Looking in the mirror, she noticed that she was blushing so much that her face was almost as red as her freshly-spanked bottom. Turning on the faucet, she ran the cool water and splashed a little bit on her face, hoping it would calm her down.

Abruptly realizing that Alex and Tandy were probably waiting for her, Brooke hurriedly pulled her panties up and smoothed her skirt into place, then went back into the studio.

“Like I said, these shots were great. Are you still interested in doing those other photo-shoots? It’s already scheduled in my book,” Tandy was saying to Alex as Brooke walked in.

“Certainly,” Alex said, glancing at Brooke. “But it’s up to you. Do you think you’d like to do some more work?”

Brooke blinked in surprise. After the fuss she had put up during the spanking, she didn’t think that Alex would even want to work with her again. But if he was willing, she certainly was. It wasn’t every day that a woman discovered she liked getting spanked. “Of course,” she said.

He grinned. “Good. I’ll give you a call and let you know the details.”

Alex watched Brooke go, his gaze automatically drawn to her ass as she left the room.

“You know,” Tandy said, giving him a sidelong glance. “If you two look half as good in print as you looked through the camera lens, then I think you’re going to be something special.”

Alex couldn’t help but agree. Brooke had been absolutely amazing. If she had only been acting, then it was the best acting job he’d ever seen, because she’d really seemed to be getting into it. He had tried hard to be a professional, but he couldn’t keep himself from getting hard during their shoot. Her naked ass was gorgeous, and he swore that he could almost smell her arousal during the spanking. But he told himself that he would keep their relationship professional. He needed a model, and Brooke was working out great. Even having said that, though, he found that he couldn’t wait until he got to spank her again.

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