Nine years is a long time to keep a secret from your husband. Holly’s husband, Adam, is her best friend, a wonderful lover and a good father to their children – why should she want more from him?
But Holly secretly daydreams of Adam taking charge and spanking her bottom when she deserves it in a loving domestic discipline relationship. Will Holly finally get the courage to reveal her secret desires to Adam? And if she does will her revelation jeopardize their wonderful life together or will it enrich their marriage beyond Holly’s wildest dreams? Follow one loving couple’s journey into erotic spanking and domestic discipline.
Holly startled from where she sat cross-legged on the bedroom floor amidst a sea of unfolded laundry. Guiltily, she slid the romance novel she had been reading underneath one of her daughter’s sundresses.
“Can you come down here for a minute?”
Holly sighed, slowly uncrossing her long legs to rise from her comfy perch nestled on top of a pile of freshly washed towels. She looked longingly back to where her book hid. “I’ll be back soon,” she promised.
She thundered down the stairs and looked around. “Where are you?” Holly and her family lived in the suburbs and her house was fairly large, not large enough to be called a mansion by any means, but certainly big enough to have to call to each other for location.
“I’m in the library!” Adam’s disembodied voice called.
Something in the sound of her husband’s voice gave Holly an uneasy feeling, and she cautiously peeked her head into the library to survey the situation. Adam was sitting at the computer desk and did not look happy.
“What’s the matter?” Holly asked, easing into the room slowly.
Adam leaned back in the office chair and ran both his hands through his thick, sandy-blond hair, focusing full attention on his wife.
“Did you deposit that check from my sister last month? I just got a call from her asking about it and I told her you would have deposited it a while ago. But then I checked on our online banking account and don’t see anything there.” He raised his eyebrows giving her a knowing look.
Holly expelled her breath, thinking about the 3 or 4 checks that had been sitting in her purse for the last month or so. She had THOUGHT about depositing them every day, but for one reason or another, she hadn’t made it to the automatic teller machine at their bank – literally four businesses down from where she worked. “Ummmm?”
“Don’t even deny it. I can already tell from the look on your face. Dammit, Holly! If you are going to be in charge of the household banking, then will you please take care of it on time? Otherwise, just let me know and I will take care of it. We both know this isn’t the first time this has happened. One of these days we might run into serious trouble if we don’t have the funds I planned in the account. This better not happen again, Holly, or else.” He threatened.
Holly’s heart fluttered. “Or else what?” She hated to admit it, but the sound of her husband’s stern voice was turning her on.
Adam gave her an exasperated look. “What do you mean or else what? Or else I’ll have to start doing the banking myself. And that’s not fair and you know it. My office is nowhere near a branch for our bank. Deposit that check tomorrow, please.” He sat forward abruptly and scooted his chair back toward the desk, his face disappearing behind the monitor.
Holly scowled, feeling like she had been dismissed. She looked for a moment at his strong hand poised over the mouse and then spun on her heel, heading back toward the laundry and her hidden book. Not that she felt like reading it any more. She felt guilty about not depositing that darn check – and the other checks, for that matter, wondering if Adam knew about those, too, and just hadn’t said anything. She vowed to deposit all of them tomorrow. She sighed, thinking of all the things on her to-do list. If only she could find the motivation to get household chores such as laundry and depositing checks and cleaning, etc., done in a timely fashion.
Holly wasn’t lazy by any means. She worked full time as a project manager for a large company and was well known within her industry for juggling complex projects efficiently, and completing them ahead of schedule. She also had two beautiful children, Ben and Eve, who were both in elementary school, and sometimes she felt like keeping on top of her kids’ activities was like managing another large project as well. Both were active in sports and scouting, and Holly was a whiz at managing the family calendar and helping the kids’ stay on top of daily assignments. She was especially good at making sure proud moments were displayed on their kitchen magnet board. She was also the leader of Ben’s Cub Scout den and was responsible for organizing monthly outings and charting the award progress for each of the 9 members of their den.
When she wasn’t busy with work or the kids, Holly found time to stay active herself, as well. She ran a 5k on the treadmill every other night after the kids went to sleep and on days that she didn’t run, she did a 20-minute routine of stretches and yoga poses recommended for runners. She researched runner’s nutrition and tips. Her shoes were replaced every 400 miles like clockwork and her IPod was always charged and ready to go for her next run. Holly tracked her goals and progress daily in a spreadsheet. She was always training for the next race, hoping to shave a couple seconds off of her personal record. The results of her hard work were evident in her athletic body. Though she was only 5′ 7″, her long, toned legs made her look much taller and she had a flat stomach, great posture and a great ass.
Unfortunately, the pride Holly felt in managing her hectic family and work schedule was constantly overshadowed every time she walked into the house to see a dirty dish, dusty cabinet or the clutter on the staircase. When it came to household chores, she was a huge procrastinator. Truth be told, she HATED household chores, and vastly preferred reading romance novels to folding laundry, scrubbing the toilet or depositing bank checks.
Holly mused that her loathing of household chores likely came from having grown up in a house that could have been featured in a hoarder’s reality-television show. Conversely, her mother-in-law’s hobby was cleaning her house. Holly sometimes would call her up for a Saturday chat and and ask her what she was doing. Adam’s mom would breathlessly launch into details of which room she had just finished scrubbing and how much more she had to do. Adam had inherited his mother’s natural energy and was not like most husbands, who were content to sit on the couch and watch their wives flit around the house, cleaning. No, fortunately, or unfortunately, she was blessed with a husband whose energy was limitless. It was he who constantly dashed purposefully around the house, finding useful things to do. Sometimes she felt tired just watching him.
Holly vividly remembered one weekend morning when the family had been all ready to head out the door and Holly’s travel mug of coffee had spilled on the counter, right next to their cook top stove. Holly and the kids had stood transfixed as Adam ripped apart their stove top within seconds, disconnected it from the power, and started to clean out the spilled coffee that had seeped underneath the glass top into the mechanism. Only then had Holly jumped into action to help him, grabbing more rags and the glass cleaner.
Adam didn’t lift weights or work out on a regular basis; he didn’t need to because he was constantly active straightening up their house, cleaning it or working on some home improvement. He finished their walkout basement by himself except for the plumbing and electrical work. When he wasn’t playing with her and the kids he was doing landscaping, putting in molding, painting or regrouting the kitchen tile. She had literally caught him roaming around the house muttering to himself “I need a project.” As a result, he had made a beautiful home for her and their two kids. Even though his job as chief financial officer at a mid-size company kept him trapped behind a desk most of the day, at 6′ 3″, Adam boasted a trim frame with broad shoulders and the strong legs and back of a laborer. His rough hands were those of a carpenter, not someone who pushed a computer mouse around all day.
Holly sighed, thinking about how different she and her husband were when it came to maintaining their house. “Maybe I could create an Excel sheet at work, listing all the chores I need to do each week. Then I could look online and calculate the calories it takes to scrub a toilet and I’ll work that into my exercise routine,” she giggled to herself. “Then when I complete a certain number of chores, I’ll reward myself with a massage or a new romance novel or?”
“Hey, we should start getting ready. Reservations are at 8:00.” Adam suddenly appeared, walking through their bedroom and into the bathroom to freshen up for their date later that evening.
“Oh, right! Yeah! Darn, I won’t be able to finish this laundry tonight.” She stuck her tongue out at the clothes on the floor and gave a little “see ya” wave to the pile as she sashayed into the bathroom after Adam.
“Is Julie on her way over to watch the kids?” Holly asked as she stepped into their walk-in closet after Adam, noticing he was looking through her clothes and not his own. He was so engrossed in his task he hadn’t heard her question. She shook her head affectionately. He loved to pick out clothes for her to wear on their date nights, which was fine by her. He was the one she wanted to look good for so she was more than happy to wear what he picked out, within reason of course.
He pulled a dress off its hanger and turned to her with a devilish look. “No underwear tonight.” He held out the garment, dangling it from one finger. It was one of their favorites. The blue sporty stretch dress was comfortable to wear, but clung to her curves, accentuating her toned body. The dress hung at what Adam and Holly called the “compromise spot” on her thighs – just low enough that Holly didn’t feel she was dressed like a hooker, and high enough that Adam considered it a perfect showcase for her shapely legs.
“Whatever you say, dear.” Holly smirked, agreeing to his request about the underwear. “Less for me to fold later!” she thought as she gave him her best come-hither look and daintily accepted the garment. He handed her a pair of matching stiletto high heels before turning to his side of the closet.
He quickly picked out a pair of khakis and a green polo shirt.
“No, wear this one, please.” Holly pointed to her favorite light blue polo shirt, the one that matched his icy blue eyes.
“I wore that last time we went out,” he pointed out.
“So? It’s not like we’ll see anyone that would remember, and I love how you look in this one.” She pretended to pout.
“Fine.” He pulled off his T-shirt in one fluid movement, leaning over to give her a quick peck on the cheek.
Adam and Holly took turns hugging the kids tightly before leaving for their date night. Holly always made it a priority to schedule at least one night a month for Adam and her to go out by themselves. “Why can’t we come?” was still a constant question from her children, but “date night” was sacrosanct. They looked forward to spending the evening with their older cousin, Julie, who kept them busy dancing to the stereo and playing games all night until they fell exhausted into their beds. Sometimes, date night just consisted of a long dinner, but that was all Holly and Adam needed to remind them that they were a happily married couple, as well as parents.
Holly sighed with contentment as she snuggled into the plush passenger seat of Adam’s luxury sedan. Holly loved to go out to eat with Adam. They always had so much to talk about. Whenever Adam went to the restroom or to the bar for a drink, she would sneak a peek at the other tables to see couples who were obviously married sitting silently eating their food and looking everywhere but at each other. She was so lucky that was not her marriage.
“Want to share a bottle of wine?” he asked as they slipped into their seats across from each other at their favorite Italian bistro.
“Sure. You decide.” Holly gestured at the dauntingly thick wine list propped on the corner of the table, preferring to have Adam choose for them.
“Oh, I’m getting the Shiraz then for sure!” he teased knowing that was her least favorite wine. Instead he chose a midrange-priced cabernet, which they both preferred.
After the waitress had taken their orders, Holly planted both elbows on the table, dropped her chin into her hands and leaned forward focusing her full attention on her gorgeous husband. Her leg found his underneath the tablecloth and she began to slowly massage his calves. “So?. Where are we going to go for our ten-year anniversary?”
Adam laughed. It was August and their nine-year anniversary had been last month. Holly and Adam loved to travel and they were always planning the next family trip. This trip would be special though, because it would be their first trip together without the kids since before Holly was pregnant with Ben.
“Wait a second!” Adam put his hand up in the universal sign for stop. “Hold on, first we have to agree that we are going to take a trip just with the two of us. Who is going to watch the kids?” Adam was very particular about who watched their kids. It was a good thing they both had large families, because to date they had never had a non-family member babysit Ben and Eve.
“I’m sure your mom and the kids would have a ball if they stayed at your mom’s place while we took a long weekend. I’m talking four days, Adam, not a month or anything,” Holly started, gearing up for a debate.
After a short pause while he thought about it, to Holly’s surprise Adam capitulated easily. “You’re right. Four days is not too much to ask for a ten-year anniversary. Where do you want to go?”
Holly’s eyes lit up; she launched into the several ideas she had been thinking about over the last week.
Later that night, Holly brushed her teeth, washed her face and slipped into a silky black negligee – underwear still conspicuously missing from her attire. Coming out of the bathroom she smiled and paused to admire her husband as he stood in the glow of the television. He was checking the local weather before going to bed, likely determining whether he would be doing an inside or outside project tomorrow. She shook her head affectionately at the thought. Adam stood comfortably, wearing nothing but a pair of dark blue boxers. She admired his broad shoulders, toned arms and back, and the way the boxers hugged his ass perfectly, before tapering to strong muscular thighs. She crept forward quietly and wrapped her arms around his chest resting her cheek on his warm back.
“Mmm, hello,” he murmured, and clicked the television off. He turned in her arms and hugged her gently before leaning down slightly to kiss her forehead. “Ready for bed?” His voice held promise.
“Yep.” She playfully escaped his embrace and waltzed to her side of the bed swaying her hips provocatively, knowing he was watching.
“And just what are you wearing, young lady?” he growled, taking in the sight of his wife’s beautiful long bare legs peeking out from beneath the short black nightgown.
“Like it?” she teased.
“Enough that it won’t be on you much longer!” he laughed, as he threw back the covers and slid into his side of the bed.
They met in the middle of their king-size bed, slipping their arms around each other. Holly loved to snuggle under the cool sheets and intertwine her legs with Adam’s muscular thighs, feeling the springy hairs of his legs contrasting luxuriously with the smooth silky feel of her freshly-shaved legs.
Adam ran his hand possessively down her back and across her bottom to the back of her knee, gently pulling her leg across his body so that their bellies pressed tightly together. Holly felt her nipples hardening already as they pressed against Adam’s hard chest.
Adam’s mouth found hers, and she kissed him back passionately. Adam broke the heated kiss after a few minutes, and began to kiss and nibble a path from her jaw down to her neck. Holly reveled in his attention, kneading the strong muscles in his back.
His tongue and lips continued tracing a hot trail down her skin until finally he reached the top edge of her nightgown. His thumb eased her negligee slowly down over one breast, his tongue following in its path. He cupped her full breast gently, and kissed and licked in slow circles around her nipple. She grew breathless as he seductively taunted her, coming dangerously close to her nipple but never quite touching it. After torturing her in this fashion for some time, he brought his other hand up and firmly grasped a breast in each hand, just as his tongue darted out to flick her nipple. She gasped as a corresponding throb pulsed in her clit. Adam’s mouth covered her nipple completely, and he alternated between gently nibbling with his teeth and flicking her nipple with his tongue. He massaged her other breast with his hand, rolling her nipple firmly between his fingers, making her arch her back.
She twisted her legs so that his knee came to rest in between her thighs. He knew what she needed, and began to press his thigh firmly against her tender mound in a slow, steady rhythm.
Holly squeezed her hand between their bodies, running her fingers down his chest and into his boxers to wrap her fingers around his erect member. Adam moaned against her breast and lifted his head to kiss her passionately again as she stroked his cock. He put both hands on either side of her hips, grasping the sides of her nightgown to pull it up over her head before tossing it aside. He lay down again, and letting his fingers find her clit, he began to massage it in slow lazy circles.
Holly reached down to pull off Adam’s boxers, taking care to release his swollen member from its cloth prison unharmed. Her palms rubbed down the taut cheeks of his ass and followed the boxers all the way down to his calves before he helped kick them aside.
“Lay back, Holly.” Adam instructed.
Holly thrilled at the meaning of those words as Adam shifted to lie on his side and spread her thighs wide apart with firm hands. He settled down between her legs and gently kissed the insides of her thighs as she continued to stroke his member. As Adam’s tongue started to tease her clit, she startled momentarily at the intense pleasure before dreamily lying back on her pillow.
Adam often loved to tantalize her with his tongue. When they were first married, it had taken him a long time to convince her of that. Now she had no problem lying back to enjoy her husband’s amazing talent at taking care of her needs. He lay on his side in such a way that her hand fell naturally near his cock, and she loved to gently stroke him while his tongue ever-so-slowly teased her down there. Occasionally, he would reach back to place his hand over hers and murmur for her to slow down because he didn’t want to come yet.
Often, as she relaxed and enjoyed Adam’s attention, Holly would create fantasies inside her mind, like those of her daydreams when she masturbated alone.
Holly’s fantasies, unbeknownst to Adam, always involved being spanked for doing something naughty. Ever since she first started masturbating, Holly had been fascinated and sexually stimulated by the thought of a strong man, authoritatively taking her to task. She had never shared this with Adam, afraid of ruining the harmony of their marriage. It was one of the few secrets she kept.
She already knew exactly what her fantasy would be tonight. . .
“You know what happens when you don’t take care of your chores, Holly,” Adam said sternly undoing the cufflink on his right arm and rolling up the sleeve of his dress shirt. “Those checks should have been deposited a week ago.”
Holly’s heart started to race. “I know. I’m sorry Adam. I promise I’ll deposit them first thing tomorrow! Or, or? I’ll go right now and deposit them in the bank’s ATM.”
“The banks are closed; no need to waste gas on a special trip to the money machine. I know you’ll deposit the checks tomorrow. If you don’t, you will be spanked again tomorrow night on an already very sore bottom. Come here. You are in enough trouble. Don’t make me come get you.”
Knowing that arguing further or trying to avoid or postpone it at this point would only make matters worse, Holly silently walked around the library desk to stand beside Adam as he sat down on the desk chair. Wasting no time, he lightly grasped her wrist and pulled her over his knee. He roughly pulled her shorts and panties down her thighs, exposing her bare bottom.
“Why are you over my knee, young lady?” Adam asked sternly.
“Because I didn’t deposit the checks in the bank.” Holly gulped.
“And what happens when you disobey the rules of this house?”
“I get spanked,” Holly cringed anticipating what was coming.
“That’s right, you get spanked.” Without any further warning, Adam began spanking her bare bottom with hard, swift strokes. Adam took the spankings very seriously, and made sure to do a thorough job, smacking each cheek alternately, over and over again. He paid special attention to the sensitive area where her bottom met the top of her thighs.
“Ow!” Holly started to squirm and kick her legs the second the spanking began. She instinctively put her hand behind her to protect her bottom from further punishment; Adam deftly captured her wrist and held it to the small of her back with his free hand, not missing a beat in the relentless paddling of her behind. He shifted her slightly, so that her kicking legs were caught between his, and her bottom was raised high for even easier access. He continued the spanking, Holly powerless to stop him.
“Please! I’m sorry! I promise I’ll be good!” Holly cried helplessly.
“You’ll deposit those checks tomorrow won’t you, young lady?” Adam asked, as he administered a particularly harsh volley of cracks in the same spot on her right cheek.
“YES! I promise!” Holly wailed, struggling futilely.
“And you’ll call my sister and let her know that you deposited the checks and that you are sorry for doing it so late?” the spanking continued.
Holly felt a wave of shame roll over her as huge tears began to roll down her cheeks. “Yes, I promise. I will!” Her poor bottom felt like it was on fire.
The spanking stopped abruptly, and Adam stood, helping Holly to stand up with him. “Good, I am glad to hear it. And are you going to try harder to obey me and the rules of this house going forward?” He pulled her chin up so that he could look her in the eyes.
“Yes, sir,” she whispered, and sniffed quietly, covertly reaching behind to rub her stinging bottom.
“Good, but you will to have to prove to me that you are going to try harder to obey. Go bend over the desk.” Adam smacked her bare bottom lightly. As tender as her poor backside was already, the light smack was sufficient to propel her forward with a little squeal.
She whimpered, but did as she was told. Her panties and shorts were still around her knees; she had to shuffle around the front of the desk to lean over it as he had instructed. Adam followed her, and swept her shorts and undies down her knees so they fell to the floor. He picked them up and tossed them to the side. She still had on her T-shirt and socks, giving her the distinct feeling of a naughty girl about to receive more punishment.
He gently slapped the inside of each of her thighs. “Spread your legs further apart,” he commanded.
She felt the cool air rush between her thighs as she spread her legs and the moist lips of her mound parted, exposing her most sensitive part to the air.
“You are going to stay in position and you are going to count. I think five with the belt will be sufficient for you to prove to me that you are going to try harder to obey the rules we have in our household.” She bit her lip as she heard him unbuckle his belt and slide it from his pants loops. She watched with dread from the corner of her eyes as he wrapped it around his hand until he had the strap length he wanted.
“Ready, young lady?” his stern voice asked quietly, as he pressed his free hand firmly on the small of her back, holding her in position.
“Yes, sir,” she whimpered and almost immediately heard the whoosh and felt the fire of the leather strap across her bottom.
“One!” she wailed, struggling internally to maintain her position, desperately suppressing the urge to jump up from the desk to hold her poor bottom.
“Good girl,” Adam said, and swung the strap heavily across her cheeks again, bringing the heat intensity in her cheeks up to a new level.
“Two!” she sobbed, reaching her arms forward to hold onto the rear edge of of the desk for support. Her seared bottom felt as if it was on fire.
Adam paused for a moment and ran his free hand tenderly over her burning bottom to gently massage the wetness between her legs. “Mmm. If I didn’t know better, I would think you may be enjoying your punishment, Holly. I think I need to put a little more effort into these last three.”
Holly sucked in her breath as he brought the belt down across her bottom again. “Three!”
“Oh! Oh my God! Oh my God! Adam, I’m going to come, please don’t stop! Oh!” Holly’s fantasy came to an abrupt end as real pleasure quickly built inside her core and intense energy coursed throughout her body. She arched her back. One hand twisted in the sheets and the other hand that had been stroking Adam’s shaft suddenly stilled and grasped him firmly while the tide rushed over her. “Oh. Oh. OHHHH!” She cried as Adam’s tongue continued to gently tease her clit, and the waves of her orgasm pulsed through her body again and again.
When the intensity finally began to subside, Adam pressed two fingers firmly on her clit as he switched positions on the bed to lie next to her. Holly leaned her head on his chest and pressed her hand over his hand, reveling in the seven or eight aftershocks she typically experienced after a good orgasm.
After a few minutes, Holly stretched luxuriously before roughly shoving Adam on his back to straddle him. A burning need to feel him inside her had overcome her. “Mmm. Now it’s your turn.” she purred, her eyes mere slits gleaming seductively down at him.
She positioned herself over his shaft and slowly sank down, feeling the delicious stretch on her still-trembling vaginal walls. She leaned back, thrusting her breasts forward and resting her arms behind her on his strong thighs. There was a mirror behind their bed and she loved to watch herself this way, eyes smoky with passion, lips moist and swollen and hair all wild. She started a slow, steady rhythm, which she knew drove Adam crazy. She relentlessly continued her seduction while she caressed Adam’s thighs. With each thrust she felt him pulse deep within her until finally he moaned and squeezed her bottom as he came with a throaty groan.
Holly sighed contentedly as she slid off Adam, and plumped her pillow before falling exhausted onto it. “Yummy,” she said. “Mmm. Night, Honey.”
“Yummy is right. Good night, Babe,” Adam murmured sleepily from his side of the bed, reaching his fingers out to caress her arm before drifting into a deep sleep. Adam had always been blessed with an amazing ability to fall asleep instantly.
Holly watched him affectionately for a few minutes in the faint light of their bedroom before settling in to attempt to find slumber herself. She wasn’t as lucky as Adam in the sleep category. It usually took her at least a half-hour to fall asleep, and if she was worried about something, she might be awake all night, tossing and turning.
This night was no different. Even though she was sleepy and content, she didn’t drift off to sleep right away. She didn’t mind too much, because she enjoyed using this time to think about her family and her life. Sometimes she daydreamed about winning the lottery, and the trips she would take with her family, and how she would have a massage therapist, nutritionist/cook, maid, and personal trainer come to her house daily while the kids were at school. Sometimes she thought about how pleasant it would be to stop time whenever she wanted, so she could catch up on all the things in her life.
Tonight she thought about her husband, and how lucky she was to be married to such a considerate lover. She remembered her past boyfriends from years ago and how she had had to fake orgasms with most of them. There had only been five before Adam, but still! She grimaced as she remembered her first real kiss which had felt like having a lizard flick his tongue quickly in and out of her mouth. She had cried in her mom’s arms after that ill-fated teenage date and eaten Peppermint Patties for a week trying to erase the taste of that unfortunate boy’s kiss from her memory.
One of the many reasons she loved Adam so much was that, from their first kiss outside her dorm room in college, all the way up to the orgasms they had just enjoyed tonight, Adam and she were in tune with each other, and attentive to each other’s needs. She had never faked an orgasm with Adam. She was blessed in her marriage with a fabulous lover who was also her best friend. What more could a woman want?
Holly sighed and turned on her side, slipping her hands underneath her pillow. Unfortunately, she did want something more – something she had daydreamed about, and fantasized about, since well before she had even met Adam. She knew she should be content with the great relationship she had now, but the spoiled brat in her wanted something more, and she had never had the nerve to tell Adam, for fear of what he would say. She sighed now, wondering for the millionth time how her life might be different if she shared her secret desires with her husband.
Her secret desire was simple, or it would have been simple if she lived in the 1950s, but it was a complicated desire these days. She had always yearned to be a willing participant in a domestic discipline relationship. She fantasized about being in a marriage where the man was the head of the household and the woman was held to her wedding promise, which was to “love, honor, and obey” her husband. Disobedience would be dealt with swiftly by the administration of a firm spanking on the wife’s bare bottom. The husband would always be fair and just in his decisions and the wife would feel secure in the knowledge that she had a strong husband she could trust completely to protect her and her family. It sounded corny, she knew, but Holly craved that sense of security, love, and accountability. Plus the thought of getting a spanking by her sexy husband made her so horny she felt herself grow moist again!
Holly felt immense guilt about not having shared this philosophy about how a marriage could work with Adam. Who kept such a big secret from their best friend? They had told each other everything about themselves, at least everything that was important. Who else could Holly share the fact with that she liked to masturbate when she was on long drives by herself?
The only thing that held Holly back from telling Adam was that fact that Holly had been burned before when she confided in past