Taming and Tanning Libby Page 9

  Libby was several feet away from Max and Clay, and she closed her eyes and leaned her head against a nearby wall as she took a few deep breaths. In spite of her fetching appearance, the little redheaded woman in the short green cowgirl dress with a straw cowboy hat hanging on her back was not gaining favors with anyone in the room.

  Libby opened her eyes to see Clay and Max whispering to each other as they watched her intently. Libby immediately knew from the expressions on their faces that she had committed a horrible lapse in judgment. For the first time since she had met Max, he was looking at her with intense displeasure. More unsettling, Clay was looking at her with obvious disappointment.

  Taking another deep breath, Libby stepped away from the wall and walked toward the two men. She reached out and put her hand on Max’s shoulder. “Boss… I’m so sorry about that.”

  The singer’s expression softened, and he simply nodded to her, then to Clay, before he walked away. When Max was out of hearing range, Libby turned toward Clay and felt a chill when she saw the expression on his face. He simply leaned down and whispered to her, “We will deal with this when we get to our cabin. As for now, let’s just get our jobs done this evening.”

  * * * * *

  After the concert, many of the crew headed to enjoy their customary rounds of beer in the hotel bar. Trying to shake off the uncomfortable event from earlier in the evening, Libby and Clay took part in the collective celebration of being able to look forward to a few days off. But they had decided to get up early in the morning and head for their mountain cabin rental, so they both had a quick beer and headed for the room.

  Neither were very talkative as they got undressed and crawled into bed. Libby was still full of self–recrimination for her bad outburst, and although Clay was not surprised that it had happened, he was saddened by the fact that it had.

  Once under the covers, Clay drew Libby to him, held her closely and ran his fingers through her red hair. “I’m just unhappy that you had that outburst. But you know I love you more than I can put into words.”

  Libby snuggled her head against his. “I know that. And I love you too. That’s why I feel so bad about disappointing you and Max tonight. By the way, I did call her back and apologize. It doesn’t make a lot of difference when all is said and done, but I did want you to know that. I was very wrong to talk to her like that. There are no excuses.”

  Libby went quiet for a moment, then raised her head and placed her chin on Clay’s chest to look him directly in the eyes. “I know I’m going to get a good paddling for this.”

  Clay simply nodded.

  Libby managed a meek smile. “So when do you plan to do that?”

  Clay let out a deep breath. “After we get settled into our cabin.”

  Libby again rested her head on his chest. “It’s okay… I deserve a good ass whuppin’ for what I did.”

  A few more silent seconds passed before Libby spoke again. “So how am I going to get it? Just wondering.”

  Clay began to stroke her back and bottom over her silky white nightie. “I want this to have a lot of meaning for you. I want you to take this very personally. So between now and the time we have finished unpacking at the cabin, you have to decide how I should conduct your paddling.”

  Libby’s eyes grew wide. “Let me see if I have this right… I decide how you’re going to administer my paddling. So I have to argue with myself if I think I’m letting myself off too lightly…”

  Clay patted her on the bottom. “You determine the method… the way it will be done. It will be my decision as to when you have had enough.”

  Libby placed her head back on his chest and sighed. “I understand now. I just have to decide whether I get it across your knees, bending over the bed… bending over a stack of pillows… whatever. But you decide how hard to smack me and how many times.”

  Clay murmured in return. “Mmm hmm.”

  Libby looked at him, her expression serious. “But I assume I’m going to get whacked pretty hard… and many… many… times.”

  Clay resumed the soothing stroking of her back and bottom. “And how do you feel about that?”

  Libby did not respond with words at first. She simply pulled the nightie over her head, then reached down and pulled off her panties. She dangled them in front of Clay, and then crawled over on top of him and whispered to him, “I need you… and you need me. But I love it that you seem to know what else I need to keep things right.”

  Chapter Seven

  Libby tossed and turned most of the night, in spite of their satisfying round of lovemaking. She was unable to stop thinking about the painful session awaiting her later that day, as well as all the days of pleasure that would follow. When she did sleep, she dreamed of spanking, and old anxieties from her youth invaded those dreams as well.

  * * * * *

  Fortunately, Clay had slept soundly, so he drove the rented Honda that the hotel had arranged to be delivered there. Libby dozed most of the way, drifting in and out of sleep, her dreams occupied with thoughts of being spanked; and although she was filled with anxiety, when they arrived at the resort Libby realized that she had spent the entire drive in a state of foggy arousal.

  Although they were staying in their own cabin, the resort also had a hotel–style lodge with a restaurant. It was nearly noon when they arrived, so they checked in at the resort desk, got their cabin keys and walked to the restaurant for lunch.

  To Clay’s relief, Libby was now more talkative, apparently rested from her napping on the way. As they sat at a table that overlooked the small lake visible through the large restaurant window, Libby had none of the downcast attitude she had displayed that morning when they were packing to leave.

  When they ordered lunch, Clay was surprised that Libby even seemed hungry. “So how is my girl doing?”

  “Except for feeling rather chilly, I’m fine. I guess it’s colder up here in the hills.”

  Clay nodded. “The website says that each cabin has a fireplace, already loaded with wood. All we have to do is to strike a match. The cabin should warm up right away.”

  Libby leaned close to him and whispered, “Is that before or after something else gets warmed?”

  Clay ran his hand across his chin. “I guess you can get spanked in front of a crackling fire.”

  Libby managed to smile at his comment, although her face was blushing. “I still can’t believe I did that. That kind of behavior was so uncalled for. So I’m ready for…” She looked around. “You know.”

  They looked up as the server brought their food. Clay leaned close to her. “So have you decided… the scenario, I mean?”

  Libby slowly nodded. “Sure… when I realized that I had no choice but to have this happen in a way that I would find would provide me with an absolutely terrifying and miserable experience with being spanked, I had my answer. When we are all settled in the cabin and unpacked, after you get the fire going, so that the cabin will be nice and warm for me when I’m not wearing very much, and we can sit down, I will explain it to you.” Libby looked around, and then turned back toward her husband. “I remember that you promised me that if I ever had to be spanked again for bad behavior… what was it you said about sitting on a dime?”

  Clay laughed quietly and leaned close to her. “I said that when I was done with you, two days later you would be able to sit on a dime, and be able to tell if it was heads or tails.”

  Libby pursed her lips and looked at him with her eyes wide. “Then I think you will be satisfied with my choice.”

  * * * * *

  They carried their luggage in first, and hung up clothes and put the rest in a dresser, then brought in the bags of food Clay had purchased along the way while Libby snoozed in the car. That being done, Libby looked around nervously, and forced a smile, then walked around the room pulling curtains shut. “Okay… I guess it’s time for… I’m going to take that shower now, and when I come out I’ll be… ready.” She pointed toward Clay’s briefcase. “The paddle’s
in there, right?”

  Clay nodded as he walked toward her and embraced her. They engaged in a long deep kiss, and Clay reached down and gave her a mild pat on the seat of her jeans. “I really do love your bottom.”

  Libby managed to smile in spite of her state of anxiety. “Good thing, since you are going to be seeing a lot of it in a little while. How about getting the fire lit, and joining me in the shower? You can just put on your pajama bottoms…” She winked at her husband and kissed him again. “I don’t really see any reason for either of us to be fully dressed for the next few days.”

  Clay released her from his embrace after kissing her on the forehead. “That sounds good to me. I’ll join you in a couple of minutes.”

  Libby kicked off her shoes, leaving Clay to watch in hopeless adoration of her form as she walked slowly toward the bathroom, picking up a small overnight bag she had left by the bathroom door upon their arrival. Feeling substantial anxiety himself, Clay walked over to the fireplace and reached for a box of matches on the hearth.

  The firewood had been placed over some good, dry kindling, and in a couple of minutes the fire was beginning to warm the room. Clay walked to the dresser and retrieved his pajama bottoms, then undressed and headed for the bathroom. Suddenly he stopped, realizing he had forgotten something. He walked back toward his briefcase, then found that his hand was shaking as he pulled out the paddle and set it on top of the back of the large sofa that dominated the middle of the large space that served as the bedroom, kitchen and dining room as well.

  He entered the bathroom and hung the pajamas on a peg, then partially pulled back the shower curtain and stepped inside to join Libby. Her hair was covered in a shower cap covered with pictures of blue flowers, and he found the vision to be heartbreakingly adorable.

  Even knowing that she was about to suffer through a very painful experience, Libby smiled at him, picked up a bar of soap and began to lather him up and wash him with her fingertips. Clay reached for a washcloth, covered it with lather, and treated Libby to a thorough scrubbing of her shoulders and back. Reluctantly, as they continued to stand in the warm rushing stream, Clay reached down and turned off the water.

  Her face once again exhibiting her anxiety, Libby pulled off the shower cap, and her long red hair fell down upon her back and breasts. Unable to help themselves, the newlyweds embraced and held their wet bodies tightly together and began to kiss and caress. Leaning down, Clay’s lips and tongue began to work on the nipples that protruded from her large breasts. Libby moaned as her own hands roamed over Clay’s body.

  Libby shook her head. “This is all feeling very confusing right now. I know what’s waiting for me, and now my mind is getting all scrambled up about it.”

  Clay reached for a towel, handed it to her and helped her dry off. “I guess I need to go out and just wait for you.”

  Libby touched his elbow as he started to step away. “We’re going to do this right.” Then before he could leave the bathroom, Libby reached out and patted him on the butt. “You don’t have such a bad ass yourself.”

  Clay left the bathroom with a laugh, and walked out into the larger room where the paddle waited hauntingly and menacingly on the back of the sofa. The next few minutes seemed to take hours to pass, but then he heard the doorknob of the bathroom turn, and Libby walked out wearing the same seductive little blue silk nightie she had worn on their wedding night.

  Clay walked up to her and gave her a kiss, and the next thing he knew, Libby was leading him by the hand. She stopped at the back of the sofa and picked up the paddle, then led him to sit on the bed next to her.

  She took a deep breath and tried to speak, but at first nothing came out, so she closed her eyes and tried again. “When I was a kid in the classroom, all the way through high school, I would hear kids getting paddled out in the school hallway, and a couple of times I saw it take place. Nothing scared me more than the thought of having to bend over and get whacks with the paddle. To me, the thought was absolutely terrifying. It made me behave all the way through school. I would hear this…POW, POW, POW. Sometimes more of them. All I knew was that nothing scared me more than the prospect of being the one bending over and getting paddled. So I guess that’s how we need to do this. I know this isn’t as big as a school paddle, but it certainly does provide a good sting. So that is my choice.”

  She handed the paddle to Clay. “I’m ready now.” She stood up and walked slowly to the open part of the room in front of the fireplace. Clay strode over with the paddle and stood next to her, then she reached up under her nightie, and pulled down the silky panties, letting them fall to the floor. She looked up at Clay, and then teasingly flipped up the back of her short little gown as her face turned dark pink. “Not exactly the way they did this at school, but as we said before… it adds to the effectiveness.”

  Clay leaned down and planted a kiss on her lips, and then Libby took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and slowly bent over and put her fingertips halfway between her knees and her ankles. Bending over in that fashion caused the back of the wispy blue garment to ride up nearly to her waist, giving Clay the ultimate target for the paddle.

  As Clay tapped the paddle against the center of her lower bottom, Libby began to tremble, but knew that she was trembling for a variety of reasons. She felt the paddle being shuffled back and forth as Clay made sure that he was going to be able to land the implement where it would produce the most sting. The board left her bottom, and when it returned three seconds later, Libby knew that Clay had indeed aimed the paddle for optimum effect.

  She felt the paddle once again moving back and forth across the flesh that already burned so much that she bit her lip to keep from crying out. But when the paddle withdrew and returned the second time with just as much force, the sting that was generated from the paddle landing on the exact same area caused tears to begin running down her cheeks.

  Once more, the paddle was gliding back and forth, irritating the sizzling flesh, and Clay managed to again strike the very same sections of her bottom. That was the first smack that had made her cry out.

  Clay resumed patting the paddle against her bottom, but did not yet strike her again. “How are you handling this? You can stand up for a moment.”

  Libby stood up slowly, reaching back and rubbing the flaming flesh with one hand, and wiping away tears with the other. Clay walked to the dresser, retrieved a handkerchief and came back and began to wipe her tears, allowing her to use both hands to rub.

  Libby seemed to struggle to control her emotions and breathing. “Now I… know why I was always so… afraid of this. Wow!”

  In spite of her pain, she managed a mischievous smile. “As for you, Mister Harris… are you enjoying the view?”

  Clay placed his hand on her shoulder and massaged it. “Under any circumstances, you are simply gorgeous. All parts of you.”

  Libby looked down. “I still can’t believe I did what I did. I don’t know what to say.”

  Clay moved his hand down and began to stroke her lower back. “But I know exactly what to say right now.”

  Libby continued to rub her bottom. “And just what is it that you have to say?”

  Clay looked at her with a serious expression. “Bend over, young lady.”

  Libby responded with an exaggerated grimace and held her hands tightly to her bottom for a moment, then slowly bent down again and waited. As soon as she was settled back in place, she felt the paddle pressing up against the center of her bottom, but Clay seemed to hesitate for a moment. “Actually Libby, I think that those paddlings were usually administered in a more rapid fashion.”

  He heard Libby mutter “Uh – oh.”

  “So sweetheart… since the fear of bending over and getting the paddle was so intimidating to you, I think you need to experience some whacks the same way we heard them out in the hallway… don’t you agree?”

  Libby closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Then to Clay’s amazement, he heard her giggle as she responded, “Yes… s
ir.”

  To Libby’s shock, she suddenly felt Clay’s hand on her bottom, providing that circular stroking that she always found so arousing, but this time his fingertips started to probe every crack and crevice in the middle of her body, and she began to shudder at the sensations he was bringing about.

  He continued the caressing as he spoke. “Of course, sometimes there would be more than just three whacks. Isn’t that correct?”

  As Libby remained bent over and waiting, her breath was almost taken away by the sensations of his roving touch. “Mmm… ooh… yes.”

  Clay continued his teasing, probing movements. “Sometimes it would be four or five, correct?”

  “Ooh…mmm…wow… yes."

  The massage continued. “Come to think of it, Libby… it could be as many as six.”

  “Aahhh…mmm… right.”

  “So for you to truly experience what you feared, we need to make this realistic, don’t we?”

  Libby finally felt his hand move away, replaced by the cool surface of the paddle. “Yes… yes… sir.”

  Clay moved the paddle back and forth several times. “So it would have gone like this…”

  Libby was shocked that at such a moment she was feeling a high level of arousal, then… CRACK… CRACK… CRACK… CRACK… CRACK… CRACK! Each landing of the paddle elicited a barely audible expression of pain.

  Clay tapped her on the bottom with his hand. “Go ahead and stand up for a moment.”

  Hearing the words ‘for a moment’ warned Libby that there was more to come. She stood slowly and stiffly, and it seemed that the burning and stinging was coming in waves, nearly mimicking the sensations of the whacks themselves. Clay was surprised to see that she was not crying that hard, though her face was deep red. As she rubbed her bottom, she looked at him and shook her head. “Yikes… yikes… yikes. Oh, boy.”

  Clay turned her to him and embraced her again. “It takes a lot of character for you to do this.” He took the handkerchief from the pocket of his pajamas and began to wipe the tears from her face.