Playtime, Bending the
Law
by Patty and Fred
She was cleaning the cat litter. He watched as she bent down.
Her butt! (his butt really, she gave it to him) Nice thing to see. 'Gotta get me
some of that.' Butt there were things to do today. No time for that. He put the
thoughts away, got up, and dressed for work. Short day anyway. Time for 'getting
some of that' later.
She used the day to accomplish so many things. And taking a hint from an on-line
friend she decided the carpets should be cleaned. Fur ball and boy stains were
long past due for removal. Anything to change the pace from the week. Her
thoughts strayed to the evening.
He will be home early; the boys are at their grandparents. 'Time for us' she
thought. This could get to be a habit. He talked about dinner out before he left
this morning, but a quiet night in, some quiet talk, some rest and then some
play seemed much more appealing to her. She knew him. This would be an easy
trade.
Weeks ago, they discovered a group of kindred spirits. Couples involved in a
lifestyle like theirs. The discovery resulted in renewal of certain commitments
for them. It was as a dam broke at first. Who they had become was not a singular
choice. They were not as odd as they thought. What came to be for them over time
was becoming, or was already, for others as well.
The dam broke and released what felt to both of them like a flood of their
quirks. She tested more. He set limits more firmly. The stern side of the life
took hold. However, behind it the sexy side flooded in, in just the same way. A
new on-line friend had put it well for her, 'like a kid with a new toy.' It was
as accurate as any analyst could put it.
Today was one of those beautiful cool sunny days when everything was possible,
and in spite of being tired, energies for both were feeling renewed. He had two
days of what he called light duty. Extra shifts for the money. Foot patrol at a
dog show. She decided not to go in to work to clean the never-ending piles from
her desk. Home would be first today. Home. Him. Her. Us.
Shortly before 4PM, she went out to buy some craft supplies for a 'service
culture' roll out at work. Her team had quite a plan for their presentation and
she was excited about making it work. He came home while she was out. Earlier
than expected.
She's not home. The house smells good. She's been busy. Change clothes and
relax, he thinks. The computer is on and his new friends have been active.
Nothing new, it has been like this since they began. He visits for a while,
waiting for her. The threads are 'braiding' the way they do. Each member joins
and nudges the weave. He does the same.
The image of her butt from this morning re-enters his mind. The clear plastic
paddle came this week. He hid it from her at the time, because more serious
issues were too fresh. Today he could spring it on her for play. Today the air
felt right for it.
She came in the door arms full of bags to find him sitting on the couch.
Computer on his lap. A clear plastic Lexan paddle sitting on the cushion beside
him. It came! He ginned at her as she came in.
The brief fear she felt seeing an implement waiting subsided. He was in a
playful mood. 'They've been busy,' he said. She smiled. Would there be another
busy playful night of playing on-line? Or a quiet night with him and their
lives. Both were appealing and either was welcome.
They talked about dinner. He was happy to change his plan. The idea of dinner
out was for her. He preferred the quiet time.
She checked her e-mail. He went out and mowed the grass. They both liked Chinese
food, so she called in an order for them.
The threads had been quiet today. Just a few sporadic posts. So like him to use
his full e-mail box as a barometer of activity. 'Busy today?!' It was quiet.
Maybe he confused heated with busy. Men did that sometimes. They found emotion
'busy' rather than stressful.
She made a brief post and answered e-mail. Mom, three brothers, some forwards
from work and a friend from on line. Catch up and get supper.
"C'mere" he said as she bent to load the
dish washer. Thoughts shelved this morning came back full and alive. He
stretched out on the couch, she came to join him. He made such a good cushion.
The pillows of the couch alone were never quite so comfortable.
They picked a pat-per-view movie and relaxed. Quiet time together was more than
renewal it was energy. She felt him under her. Play tonight was assured.
They watched the movie to the end. Checked e-mail when the chime 'you've got
mail' came but nothing really distract them. Finally he spoke.
L'il Miss I here you've been bendin' the Law."
"Sir?" she asked in mock question.
"I think you need to answer to me young lady...." He said into her
ear. His breath and the promise of what was to come raised goose flesh for both
of them.
"Let's go," he said. "Time to pay the piper."
She lifted herself off him and he came up with her.
"You've been a willful brat. Young lady!" His tone was serious, but
the mood was not. He lifted the new paddle and whacked the air with it.
"Please sir?" she questioned. The script was written for her. No cheat
sheets.
"I see you have been bendin' the law Ma-am. Ain't no appeal you know.
Accept judgment and it is final."
She cringed briefly. So many of her fellow D/d bottoms shared this experience.
Her bottom, (his) bottom was bare. The 'lap dance' was effective.
The first two smacks with this paddle were delivered with FULL force. It was
BOTH a reminder of what could be
and a re-assurance that he knew the limits. The rest opened the gates. It was
long, this introduction to a paddle he could see through. And it was
effective!!!!
He created a pattern and rhythm. Just as he promised. The pain was tempered by
arousal, there would be bruising, but no memory to behave.
In waves, he released her and all that was un-resolved within her. He lifted her
from his lap. She was limp; the effect of the paddle had not been a
consideration as much as its purpose. He ran the water for the tub. Soon he
would have his release. Soon he placed her on him. They moved together this
time. He came to release. The dance would
weave for them like the threads on-line.
So many potential directions, so many possible outcomes.