Chapter Thirteen
I did it.
I’m an official member of the spanking club.
Did my first experience meet my expectations?Hell, yeah. It met and surpassed them. It was such a shock too. My lover took me by surprise, punishing me because I arrived late to our rendezvous.
I’d decided to bring up the subject of spanking, without fail during this date. No wimping! His wonderful surprise removed the need for an embarrassing discussion. That’s weird, right? Kink excites me, yet I can’t discuss it with my man.
I guess that makes me human.
We all have things that matter to us, things we don’t tell our friends or partners. Sometimes it’s because of past experiences—I can attest to that—or we’ve told lies and hate for our friends to think less of us.
Fear of change. Fear of the future.
Plain fear.
Now I need to tell my lover I’d like spankings on a regular basis. I won’t have a problem there—it’s a case of telling him I enjoyed it the first time and would like a repeat. He’s probably worked it out already because the sex was the hottest it’s ever been between us. We couldn’t get enough of each other, and I can’t wait to kiss and touch him again.
How was your first spanking? Did it leave you wanting more or did you hate the experience and never try it again?
Maggie listened to the buzz at work with half her mind, the rest centered on Connor. She’d thought about him all morning and had him to thank for the distinctly damp panties. She reached for a coffee cup and waited for her turn at the coffee machine.
“Man, did you read the latest post on the spanking blog? She did it. She let her lover spank her and enjoyed it,” a man said behind her.
Maggie wasn’t sure how to react, whether to turn and glare at the man or pretend she hadn’t heard.
“That is so fuckin’ hot,” one of his friends said. “It makes the plain old vanilla stuff my girlfriend and I do seem tame.”
“Nothing hot about it,” another scoffed. “It’s sick. Why would she want a man to hit her? She’s playing games and the minute he does something she doesn’t like she’ll turn crazy and report him to the cops.”
Maggie clenched her cup harder, biting her inner cheek to stem the flaying retort on the tip of her tongue. He had no right to judge. Her bedroom activities were none of his business. Yes, he had a right to an opinion, but he shouldn’t force it on everyone else. She poured her coffee, pausing to add milk before returning to her table.
None of the others had arrived for morning tea yet and she sipped her coffee, staring out the window at the Auckland harbor bridge and the moored yachts at Westhaven marina. A flock of gulls rode the air currents and the flag on the top of the bridge fluttered in the wind. She was too far away to identify the flag of the day, but it was red, yellow and green.
The conversation of the women sitting at the table next to hers registered.Spanking. Of course. Why shouldn’t the girls in the secretarial department have an opinion as well?
“She’s submissive,” one said.
“And that’s a problem because?” another secretary asked. “I don’t know about you, but by the time I get through my day, make decisions for the kids, decide what to have for dinner, what to wear and the hundred other things I have to do, I don’t want to take control in the bedroom. I like my husband to order me around.”
A woman laughed. “Does he spank you?”
Maggie expected the woman to deny everything. She listened while trying to appear caught up in the view.
“No, but only because he hasn’t thought of it. I’m not averse to experimentation. There’s nothing worse than going through the motions in bed.”
“Hey,” Connor said, sliding into the seat beside her. He smiled and she warmed all over. “Are you okay?” He slipped his hand over hers and squeezed lightly before letting go.
“I’m fine. More than fine,” she said, instantly catapulted back to the weekend when she met his direct gaze while they made love. “Although I’m feeling bare. It’s a weird sensation. I like it.”
Connor chuckled. “I know the feeling. I loved touching and kissing that pretty, soft pink skin of yours. Can you meet me tonight at my apartment? I have rugby training first and won’t be home until after nine. Is that okay?”
“I can’t wait,” Maggie whispered, trying to tell him without words how much she wanted to be with him again. “Everyone is talking about the spanking blog. Is that where you got the idea from?”
Connor hesitated and nodded. He started to speak, but Julia, Susan and Christina arrived and interrupted their conversation.
“Did you have a good weekend?” Susan asked.
