"College," I said.
"Heh," he chuckled. "Wild days."
"You're talking like it's past tense," I teased. "I'm still wild."
"No, you mean you became wild."
"And you became tamed," I said. "You know, you always evaded my question when I asked, but now you can't escape since I have you in person."
He groaned. "I know what's coming."
"So did you ever talk your wife into spanking you? Or did you ever get to spank her?"
"Is nothing sacred?" he said, groaning.
"Not between friends!" I said. "No avoiding! You have to tell me now."
"No," he said, quietly, and he sounded kind of sad.
"I hope she didn't make you feel bad about it."
Silence.
"Jeff? Oh, my God, tell me she didn't use it against you."
"No, not in court. But she did when we fought."
I put my hand on his shoulder. "I'm sorry. I imagine she wasn't kind about it."
"No," he said, his voice shaking.
"You know there's nothing wrong with it."
"I'm not sure about anything anymore."
"Oh, Jeff," I said, quietly. "Do I have to call Rachel?"
That made him laugh. "I don't think I need to sit through that lecture again."
"Okay, you two are driving me personally crazy, and I am a very tolerant person," Rachel said. She had called a "meeting" with us and we were both very confused about what was going on. "So this insanity is going to end, right now, right this moment."
I glanced over at her bed and noticed that she had her toys out. Right out. In plain sight.
"Oh, no, please, Rachel," I said, softly.
"I don't want to hear it. This is for your own good," she said. "I know you're both shy, but you both need to hear this. And since you're dating each other, I thought I'd give you this lecture together."
Jeff and I glanced nervously at each other.
"Look, you both are curious about spanking. I know about it. I've been using it in my sexual play since I was fifteen years old," she said. "First, I want you to admit to each other that you are curious about spanking. Allison, you first."
"What?" I said. "I can't say it."
"You can, and you will, or I'll spank you," she said. "You're not getting out of it."
"I'm curious about spanking," I mumbled, my cheeks and my yoni growing hot.
"Not good enough," she said.
"What?"
"Come here," she said, and took my hand. "Get on your knees in front of Jeff."
"Are you serious?"
"Do I have to go over there and get my paddle?"
I got down on my knees, and at first, I was embarrassed to the point of shame, until I saw the look on Jeff's face. He looked as uncomfortable as I, but he gave me an encouraging smile.
"Like you haven't been in this position before," Rachel teased.
"Stop it! I haven't," I said, turning even redder, if that was possible.
"Well, I guess I'll have to teach you about oral sex another day."
Jeff laughed nervously.
"Okay, look at Jeff. Come on, you've been friends for a little while. He lent you the Penthouse book, after all," she said, kneeling down beside me. "Okay, take a deep breath. Now tell Jeff what you're curious about."
"He knows," I said.
"Tell him anyway, or I'll spank you myself."
"I'm curious about spanking," I said, quietly, and he cupped his hand by my ear.
"Me, too," he said.
"Really?"
"Yes," he said. "I've just been afraid to tell you because I was afraid you'd judge me."
"I would never judge you," I said, and he leaned down and brushed his lips against mine.
"Yeah!" Rachel said.
"Are we done?" I said, finally relaxing.
"Not by a long shot, but this is a good start," she said. "Don't give me that look, Jeffrey, or I'll spank you."
"You know, this is definitely a story to tell throughout the ages," Jeff said. "To whom, I don't know!"
"Okay, stand up," she said, taking my hand. "Jeff, open your legs a bit. No, this isn't what you think it's going to be, don't worry."
"I'm worried," I said.
"Jeff, are you left-handed or right-handed?"
"Right," he said.
"Okay, Allison, lay across Jeff's left knee," she said.
"What?!"
"Oh, don't act so surprised. Just do it," she said.
"I don't know about this, Rachel," I said, nervously. "I mean, what if Jeff-?"
We both looked at Jeff.
"I'm okay with it," he said. "I would rather not have Rachel spank me, all things considered."
We all laughed.
"You heard the man," Rachel said.
I sighed, my heart thumping in my chest. I took a deep breath and lay across Jeff's knee.
"Okay, most of the little weight that Allison actually possesses is on the bed, but you're still going to want to wrap your arm around her waist. It probably won't happen today, but in the future, when she starts squirming, you're going to want to have a good grip on her."
I felt Jeff's arm encircle my waist. My heart was still thumping like mad, but I was also developing a throb between my legs. I was turned on by feeling his strong thigh beneath my abdomen and his hand on my waist. I could also feel his growing erection in my hip, and that excited me even more.
"How are you doing, Allison?"
I could barely hear Rachel's voice because I felt like I drifted somewhere else, enjoying all of these pleasures associated with just laying across Jeff's knee.
"Allison?"
I snapped out of the reverie when Rachel kneeled down next to me and brushed my hair back behind my ear.
"You okay, kid?"
"Oh, yes, I'm fine," I said, blushing from embarrassment over my arousal.
"It's fine if it's turning you on," she said. "That's the point."
I giggled. I was never much of a giggler, but when I was nervous, I couldn't stop!
"Okay, I'm going to tell Jeff how to spank you so you'll enjoy it," she said.
"Okay," I said, the nervousness creeping back.
"If it's too much and you want Jeff to stop, say "red." If he's going too hard or too fast and you want him to slow down, but not stop, say "yellow." Those are your safe words. Those tell Jeff that he needs to follow what you want."
"Okay," I said. "You're not going to use the paddle, are you?"
"Do you want him to?"
"No," I said.
"Okay, then, he won't."
I took a deep breath and sighed. This alone was enough to make me want to take out Mr. Happy and go to town.
"Okay, I'm sure you know what to do at this point. I would recommend that you not go too hard at first. The lighter the better since you haven't had any practice."
I felt his body move and then I felt the palm of his hand on the seat of my pants. I jumped a little, even though I was expecting it.
"Don't stop," Rachel said. "Try to get into a rhythm."
His spanks were slow and light, but rhythmic, and every slap caused a tingle between my legs. I momentarily forgot that Rachel was in the room. My eyes were closed, my face flushed, and my hair brushed against my cheek with each slap.
"Good," Rachel said, quietly. "Now, try a little bit harder and pay attention to how she reacts."
"I'm afraid to go harder," Jeff said.
"Okay, ask Allison."
"Harder," I volunteered, on the edge of bliss. Up until this moment, this was the most play that Jeff and I had ever done. I wanted more, and I wanted it at that moment.
"You heard her. Allison, you know your words if it's too much."
Jeff started to spank me hard enough for delicious warmth to grow across my bottom. I squirmed a little bit, longing to feel his erection rubbing against my hip.
"Too hard?" he said, nervously.
"No, not hard enough," I said, partially moaning. I longed to put my hand between my legs. He began to spank a little harder, and I was starting to really feel each slap. My bottom was getting hotter as was the moisture that was building between my legs. I wanted to ask him to take down my pants, but I couldn't do that with Rachel still in the room. I longed to feel his striking hand over my panties.
"Okay, stop," Rachel said.
"Uh, no," I said. "I object."
"Sit up for a second, and then I'll leave you two alone," she said.
I sat up, grinning like the Cheshire cat.
"I left out my paddle and a couple of magazines. I'm leaving, and I won't be back until late tonight. Enjoy!" she said, grabbing her backpack and leaving us alone.
I turned to Jeff. "Again?" I said.
"It helped me," I said. "From that moment, I decided I wasn't going to torture myself for liking it. It felt too good to be bad."
"You were so sweet that day," he said, almost tenderly, touching my cheek the way he used to. "I'm sorry," he said, pulling away quickly.
"It's okay," I said. "I'm not married. You're not married. You can find me attractive if you'd like."
"You do look good," he said.
"Thanks," I said. "I suppose this is what a lawyer's schedule will do to you. I never have time to eat, but for some reason, I always find time to exercise. You look good, too," I said. He had lost weight. Not that there was anything wrong with him before. Well, at least I didn't think so.
"Chasing around after a little boy will do that," he said. "I have time to eat, but I usually end up running all of it off."
We were in the restaurant and we had just placed our order. I was starting to understand why Jeff had wanted so little contact while he was married. There had always been something between us, electricity, and it was intensified whenever we got together. The only other time that I had been in the same room with him in the past seven years was at his wedding. I wasn't even sure why he invited me, exactly. His father hadn't wanted me there because I was "the ex-girlfriend" and it was "inappropriate." He invited me nonetheless. And I went. Of course, I left early because of the same thing that was happening to us again, that electricity. It was something we couldn't escape.
As he looked at me from across the table, I wanted him. I wanted him more than I had ever wanted anyone in my life. I wanted to be across his lap again. I wanted him across mine. I started to think about the first time that I spanked him.
"Ally?"
"Jeff?"
It was morning. We were lying in bed. He had been "practicing" spanking me for a couple of weeks. I had been begging for most of the "practice" spankings. (Don't ask what we were practicing for. I don't know.)
"Would you consider-," he said, and took a deep breath. "Spanking me?"
"Sure!" I said, without hesitation.
"Really?" he said, sounding excited. I got up and sat on the edge of the bed. "Right now?" he said, surprised.
"Isn't that what you meant?"
"Well, I'm not-,"
"Just get over here," I said, teasing him.
"I think that I might be too big," he said, shyly. "I mean, you might not be able to hold me."
"Okay, then, what should we do?"
"Well, I have an idea," he said, shyly.
He got up out of bed, and moved his desk chair to the center of the room. His erection was apparent in his boxer shorts.
"I like this idea," I said, and went to him.
He bent over and put his hands on the chair. Butterflies were fluttering around in my stomach. I suddenly understood where his fears were when he spanked me. I started to spank him. Well, "spank" isn't the appropriate word. A better word would be "forceful patting." I thought that would be a good place to start.
"Ally, you can go harder if you want. I promise I won't break," he said.
"Okay, but you should use the same words that I do," I said.
"What are they again?"
I never had to use them, so I wasn't surprised that he had to ask.
"Red for stop and yellow for ease up and slow down."
I started to put a little more force into my smacking, and I heard him moan a little bit. I paid special attention to the spot that I liked to be spanked on the best. It's on the curve where the bottom meets the top of the thigh. I call it my "sweet spot," and there's something arousing about being spanked on that spot. I tried not to spend too much time on any one spot because I knew that could be annoying. I started to spank a little harder, to try to get more of a reaction from him. I was using all of the power I could muster. Usually, by this time, I would be squirming and gasping as I lay across his lap, and I know he didn't spank me with all the force he could muster.
"Ally?"
"Jeff?" I said, a bit out of breath.
"I, um-, have something that might help," he said.
"Okay," I said, and let him up.
He went over to his dresser and brought back and wooden mixing spoon. He shyly handed it to me. Up to this point, we hadn't used any toys for spanking because, for me, his hand had been quite enough.
"Okay, bend over," I ordered, and he obeyed.
I gave him a good crack and realized a little too late that it was probably too hard.
"Yellow," he said, quietly.
"I'm sorry," I said, and I gave some lighter smacks with the spoon. After a few of the lighter smacks, he was squirming a bit and gasping. I went slightly harder and he began to moan a bit.
"Good?"
"Yes," he gasped. I put one hand between his legs and felt how hard he was.
"I guess so!" I said.
"Ally?"
"Jeff?"
"I want you. Right now," he said.
When our food came, we had gotten off the topic of college and I was telling him about the case I was working on that lead me back to Atlanta. Well, I was telling him as much as I could without getting specific.
"So what made you lose your accent?" he said.
"That's really bothering you, isn't it?"
"Sort of," he said, shyly.
"I don't know," I said. "I guess DC did it."
"Some of my family moved to Maine, and they never lost their accent," he said.
"It's hard being a woman in law school," I said, quietly, feeling a bit ashamed. "It's even harder to be a woman from the South in law school."
"Because people think you're stupid," he said, almost angrily. "I never understood why most of this country considers us backwards and ignorant when some of the worst stories of prejudice I've heard come from either the Midwest or the northeast."
"I know I shouldn't be ashamed of where I come from, and I'm really not," I started to say, but then had a flash of inspiration. "Well, you could do something about it, if it upsets you so much."
"What do you mean?" he said, looking honestly confused.
"You could re-educate me," I said, slyly.
He blushed.
"Well, you're single, and I'm single, and you know how it goes-," I said.
"I don't know, Ally," he said, quietly. "If we start down that road, I may not let you go back to DC."
"Maybe I won't want to go back to DC," I said.