thought of it, the memory played
out. But this time, they were alone. And this time, he bared her...
His
phone rang. He sheepishly answered it. “Pizza Hut,” he muttered.
“I’ll
take one large dominant pizza, one half sweet, the other half stern, well done
and delivered immediately. Hold the sauce. I have plenty.”
“Like
I take orders?”
She
sighed. “Shame. What’s up? I’m sleepy, dude, so keep it quick.”
He
frowned. If she were his, he’d so put an end to the way she talked to him.
“Please,” “thank you,” “yes, sir,” and “no, sir,” would become part of her
vocabulary or she would spend the rest of her life standing up.
“Got
a call from Rodney,” he said. “CTB wants us to do demos.” He filled her in.
“I
know Ranger,” she said. “He’s the one that schedules these things. He’s got an
idiotic sidekick he hired, Remy, a switch who’s in it for the kink. I swear the
guy’s not playing with a full deck. I don’t trust him as far as I can throw
him, but Ranger’s cool.”
He
didn’t like the idea of mingling with an idiotic sidekick, but he could handle
it if their main guy was straight up. “All right. Okay, then. We can do this.”
“We so can! We have plenty of ideas and that pay’s good .”
“Hell
yeah.”
“So,”
she said, clearing her throat. “You doing any more spanking demos?” she asked,
in a voice that even over the phone sounded tense.
“With
CTB at our disposal? Of course.” He chuckled. “You offering to take a role
again?”
To
his surprise there was silence on the other end of the line for a moment.
He
frowned. “Cel, you there?”
“Yeah,
I’m here,” she said, and her voice was strangely thick. She laughed. “I think
that spanking you gave me earlier will last a good long while. I’m sleeping on
my belly tonight. And anyway, you’ll have plenty of people offer that will
serve you better than I will.”
Damn
it. Something had changed, and he didn’t know what the hell to do about it. His
voice softened. “Maybe I will,” he said. “But let’s talk about this later.
You’re tired, and you need sleep now. Thanks for playing tonight. You were
awesome. But be good, babe, and go to bed now, okay?”
“I
will,” she whispered. “See you tomorrow.” The phone clicked. He stared at it
for a minute, before he shook his head.
She
was getting weird on him. He didn’t want her to go weird on him. The one
constant in his life was Celia, her wiseass mouth and dependability. She was
one of his very best friends in the world. He didn’t want to fuck that up, not
now, not ever. Had he made a mistake earlier? He frowned.
He
wouldn’t make that mistake again.
* * *
“Holy
shit,” Rodney muttered under his breath. “I had no idea we’d be looking at
standing room only. You ready for this?”
“We’ve
got this,” Maverick muttered. He glanced at the door, and still, no Celia. It
had been two weeks since he’d taken her over his knee in Rodney’s basement, and
he’d successfully avoided any personal contact with her during that time. He
knew it was in her best interest. He couldn’t get too heavily invested and
screw up what they had. She was better off this way.
Still,
what the hell? He, Rodney, and Louanne had met an hour earlier, setting up for
the night’s demonstration. They’d made a sort of template for the class:
lecture in the beginning, review of the basics, followed by a demonstration.
Tonight, he was going to go over the basics he’d covered in the intro videos
online. He would’ve felt nervous, but his sole concentration was on Celia and
why the hell she wasn’t there. He picked up his phone and sent a quick text.
Where
are you?
Nothing.
He
scoped the room. There were easily thirty different people here, some men, a
few women, and a few he couldn’t quite identify. Some wore masks, some hung in
groups, some sat and watched with folded arms. He wondered if they were really
here to learn, or had they
out. But this time, they were alone. And this time, he bared her...
His
phone rang. He sheepishly answered it. “Pizza Hut,” he muttered.
“I’ll
take one large dominant pizza, one half sweet, the other half stern, well done
and delivered immediately. Hold the sauce. I have plenty.”
“Like
I take orders?”
She
sighed. “Shame. What’s up? I’m sleepy, dude, so keep it quick.”
He
frowned. If she were his, he’d so put an end to the way she talked to him.
“Please,” “thank you,” “yes, sir,” and “no, sir,” would become part of her
vocabulary or she would spend the rest of her life standing up.
“Got
a call from Rodney,” he said. “CTB wants us to do demos.” He filled her in.
“I
know Ranger,” she said. “He’s the one that schedules these things. He’s got an
idiotic sidekick he hired, Remy, a switch who’s in it for the kink. I swear the
guy’s not playing with a full deck. I don’t trust him as far as I can throw
him, but Ranger’s cool.”
He
didn’t like the idea of mingling with an idiotic sidekick, but he could handle
it if their main guy was straight up. “All right. Okay, then. We can do this.”
“We so can! We have plenty of ideas and that pay’s good .”
“Hell
yeah.”
“So,”
she said, clearing her throat. “You doing any more spanking demos?” she asked,
in a voice that even over the phone sounded tense.
“With
CTB at our disposal? Of course.” He chuckled. “You offering to take a role
again?”
To
his surprise there was silence on the other end of the line for a moment.
He
frowned. “Cel, you there?”
“Yeah,
I’m here,” she said, and her voice was strangely thick. She laughed. “I think
that spanking you gave me earlier will last a good long while. I’m sleeping on
my belly tonight. And anyway, you’ll have plenty of people offer that will
serve you better than I will.”
Damn
it. Something had changed, and he didn’t know what the hell to do about it. His
voice softened. “Maybe I will,” he said. “But let’s talk about this later.
You’re tired, and you need sleep now. Thanks for playing tonight. You were
awesome. But be good, babe, and go to bed now, okay?”
“I
will,” she whispered. “See you tomorrow.” The phone clicked. He stared at it
for a minute, before he shook his head.
She
was getting weird on him. He didn’t want her to go weird on him. The one
constant in his life was Celia, her wiseass mouth and dependability. She was
one of his very best friends in the world. He didn’t want to fuck that up, not
now, not ever. Had he made a mistake earlier? He frowned.
He
wouldn’t make that mistake again.
* * *
“Holy
shit,” Rodney muttered under his breath. “I had no idea we’d be looking at
standing room only. You ready for this?”
“We’ve
got this,” Maverick muttered. He glanced at the door, and still, no Celia. It
had been two weeks since he’d taken her over his knee in Rodney’s basement, and
he’d successfully avoided any personal contact with her during that time. He
knew it was in her best interest. He couldn’t get too heavily invested and
screw up what they had. She was better off this way.
Still,
what the hell? He, Rodney, and Louanne had met an hour earlier, setting up for
the night’s demonstration. They’d made a sort of template for the class:
lecture in the beginning, review of the basics, followed by a demonstration.
Tonight, he was going to go over the basics he’d covered in the intro videos
online. He would’ve felt nervous, but his sole concentration was on Celia and
why the hell she wasn’t there. He picked up his phone and sent a quick text.
Where
are you?
Nothing.
He
scoped the room. There were easily thirty different people here, some men, a
few women, and a few he couldn’t quite identify. Some wore masks, some hung in
groups, some sat and watched with folded arms. He wondered if they were really
here to learn, or had they
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