Waiting: Chapter Two
Waiting
Chapter Two
By Rod Kackley
Anne smiled to herself thinking about Adam downstairs, naked, nose pressed against the concrete wall, bare feet shoulder length apart chilly on the cement floor, his bare bottom twitching in anticipation.
She understood that waiting was a huge part of the thrill of submission. Anne had been on that end of the crop, the strap, the belt and the paddle. She knows how good it feels. That trembling inside that dries the mouth, and accentuates every sound, every aroma, every feeling, especially the feelings that have been kept hidden for so long.
It was Anne’s father who introduced her to spanking. The very first time he paddled her bare bottom she could tell that he was enjoying it more than he should.
“There’s nothing wrong with enjoying giving a good spanking,”Anne told Adam. “But when it’s an eight-year old girl you are spanking, that is just wrong.”
And he knew it. Anne’s father knew what he was doing was wrong. He couldn’t stop. Not until she was crying and her bare butt was on fire.
“My father used his hand and then his belt,” Anne said. “We were outside, working on the farm. We had both been in the tractor. He stopped to take a break and it just happened.”
“That was the only time. Never again,” she said. “He was able to stop spanking me. He promised himself that would never happen again. He promised me it would not happen again, and it did not.”
But her father never stopped spoiling Anne and her mother never stopped looking at the two of them like she knew exactly what had happened.
Later, Anne showed her sister what it as like to spank, be spanked, and more.
In a way, those were the toughest years of her life. “I never admitted to myself how much I liked it, loved it and needed it,” Anne said. “You don’t understand yet. But you will.”
“I get it,” Adam said.
“No, you don’t. Not yet. But, you will.”
“He is just about there,”Anne said to her new best friend, Mary.
The time of learning for Adam had also been a time for Anne to grow. He was the first submissive she had felt good with, at peace with, at home with.
Anne felt a delicious sense of power coursing through her body as she walked from the bedroom.
“Power is the wrong word,” Anne said to Mary. “A better word is empowerment.”
“Say it, pronounce each syllable,” Mary said. “Enjoy each syllable of that word. Doesn’t it feel good?”
“Oh, you know it does.”
“Yes, I do. And, I know you do, too.”
It wasn’t like Anne has never spanked a guy before. Anne had spanked a lot of them. Too many to count. Or, maybe it had just been too many.
“Ever try adding up all the spanks you’ve delivered?” Mary said.
“Are you kidding? I have trouble figuring out the change when I go shopping. I just have to trust the person at the register,” Anne said. “I tried once. My head starting hurt. So I started spanking again.”
“I understand that.”
So it’s not like Anne’s never done this before. But in a way, that is exactly what it is. Anne has never done this with anyone like Adam. She has led guys into the lifestyle, but she has never walked beside one.
“This is so different,” Anne said to Mary. “It is hard to explain, but it is like I finally met someone on the same path.”
“Every other time, I was helping a guy with a fantasy. A guy who would either go home to his wife and think about it when he closed his eyes, or a guy who would go home to his right hand and close his eyes,” Anne said.
Mary understood that, only too well.
“You become a memory or the smile he wouldn’t dare explain,” said Mary.
“I don’t even think they remember my face. I am just a hand at the end of the arm that was spanking them,” said Anne.
“For a while I wondered if they could remember my name, or if they even knew I had a name. Then I wondered, do they remember my face? Am I really a person to them?” Mary said.
“It’s so different with Adam. I know he remembers my name,” Anne said. “I know he remembers my face.”
“And the best part is, you remember his too.”
Adam didn’t have anyone like Mary to talk to about this new lifestyle into which he has fallen, so as he usually does, he keeps it to himself, and talks to himself.
Before Anne came along, or before he found the courage to ring her doorbell, Adam would go weeks without talking to anyone outside of work.
But there is always work. What else do you really need? Adam would ask himself.
Now Adam knew what else he really needed.
And I always knew it.
“When did you know?” Anne asked him once when they were laying naked together in bed, which by the way was one of Adam’s favorite times. They would lay naked. Cuddle. She would do the cuddling, he would be cuddled. It felt so damn good, so damn right after one of their sessions, as Anne called them.
“When did I know?”
“You know what I mean. Don’t be coy,” Anne said as she slapped his bare bottom that was still red from the paddle and belt.
Adam on his stomach, Anne on her side, her head on her left hand, her right hand caressing Adam’s back one minute, her fingertips following the scratch marks her fingernails had left on his back the next.
“Tell me,” she said with another slap. “When did you know that you needed to be spanked.”
This was tough for Adam. He had not really let go yet. Anne knew that. He knew that. Adam didn’t want to let go. Anne knew he had to.
“Now say it. Tell me when you knew.”
“First grade,” he said. “We had a teacher, a woman, who gave each kid a birthday spanking on his or her birthday.”
She would put the little girl or boy over her lap and give them a birthday spanking in front of the whole class."
“You’re kidding,” Anne said. This was a little hard to believe for even someone with her years in the dominatrix arena, but Adam turned his face to hers and she knew it was true.
“Wow. Incredible.”
“It was for me,” Adam agreed. “I couldn’t wait for my birthday.”
“Oh, my God. Was it everything you expected?”
“Funny thing is, I remember that it was over so fast I didn’t even know she had spanked me. Didn’t feel a single spank,” he said. “But I will never forget looking at the class, my friends, as I went over her lap.”
“Disappointed?”
“You’re kidding right?”
Adam knew that Anne was on the way, probably carrying a leather paddle when at least he heard her footsteps above him. He hoped she would be carry the paddle they bought together during their weekend up north. That was so incredibly exciting. Adam could barely breath.
Shopping in a XXX store with a woman.
A woman I didn’t know, a total stranger, was behind the counter. I was going to have to take whatever Anne chose for me, hand it to her, tell her this is what I had been told to purchase. And then purchase it.
Adam was sweating just thinking about it. He felt the beads of sweat on his neck. He knew his hands were shaking just a little bit. His mouth was drying out.
He was so excited.
And Adam couldn’t hide any of it.
Adam did as he knew he should after buying the paddle. He handed it to Anne by the handle. She felt the leather with her other hand and slapped it against her palm. Hard, fast, and loud.
“It was like a gunshot,” Adam said to her that afternoon after he calmed down from his first leather paddle spanking. “And the quiet after that was so loud. It was the loudest silence I have ever heard.”
“It was not like a gunshot,”Anne said. “It was like a leather paddle against bare skin. That is exactly what it was like, because that was exactly what it was. I knew it. You knew it, and you know that girl behind the counter knew it. She damn well knew it.”
“And she knew what it was doing to you in that store. She could see the damp spot on your jeans. You knew it too.”
“And she knew what that paddle was going to be used for, didn’t she?”
Adam held his breath for just a moment. He could hear a bird outside, the traffic on the expressway two blocks away. There was something about being spanked in the middle of the day, naked, or at least bare-bottomed, when everyone else was leading their vanilla lives, that was such a turn-on and was at the same time so reassuring to Adam.
And he went back to that time up north.
“She knew you were going to paddle my bare butt with it,” Adam finally said. Just admitting that, just remembering the smile on the young blonde’s face, a girl who was barely out of high school, maybe just a day over the minimum age to work in a place like that if there was a minimum age, the knowledge she must have working in a sex shop day after day, all of that piled together.
So this is the lifestyle, Adam thought to himself. Oh lifestyle, where have you been all of my life?
The answer to that question brought a smile to his face as he heard Anne walking through the kitchen above him. Only a few more steps and she, and the lifestyle, would be at the basement door.
Two steps down from the kitchen, door to the driveway on her right, basement door on her left. When Adam heard that door opening, he knew, the waiting was almost over.
Sometimes Things Break
Waiting is one of the stories from the St. Isidore Collection. Anne and Adam are two of the people who live in St. Isidore, a small city, with a large number of trouble souls.
Chapter Two
By Rod Kackley
Anne smiled to herself thinking about Adam downstairs, naked, nose pressed against the concrete wall, bare feet shoulder length apart chilly on the cement floor, his bare bottom twitching in anticipation.
She understood that waiting was a huge part of the thrill of submission. Anne had been on that end of the crop, the strap, the belt and the paddle. She knows how good it feels. That trembling inside that dries the mouth, and accentuates every sound, every aroma, every feeling, especially the feelings that have been kept hidden for so long.
It was Anne’s father who introduced her to spanking. The very first time he paddled her bare bottom she could tell that he was enjoying it more than he should.
“There’s nothing wrong with enjoying giving a good spanking,”Anne told Adam. “But when it’s an eight-year old girl you are spanking, that is just wrong.”
And he knew it. Anne’s father knew what he was doing was wrong. He couldn’t stop. Not until she was crying and her bare butt was on fire.
“My father used his hand and then his belt,” Anne said. “We were outside, working on the farm. We had both been in the tractor. He stopped to take a break and it just happened.”
“That was the only time. Never again,” she said. “He was able to stop spanking me. He promised himself that would never happen again. He promised me it would not happen again, and it did not.”
But her father never stopped spoiling Anne and her mother never stopped looking at the two of them like she knew exactly what had happened.
Later, Anne showed her sister what it as like to spank, be spanked, and more.
In a way, those were the toughest years of her life. “I never admitted to myself how much I liked it, loved it and needed it,” Anne said. “You don’t understand yet. But you will.”
“I get it,” Adam said.
“No, you don’t. Not yet. But, you will.”
“He is just about there,”Anne said to her new best friend, Mary.
The time of learning for Adam had also been a time for Anne to grow. He was the first submissive she had felt good with, at peace with, at home with.
Anne felt a delicious sense of power coursing through her body as she walked from the bedroom.
“Power is the wrong word,” Anne said to Mary. “A better word is empowerment.”
“Say it, pronounce each syllable,” Mary said. “Enjoy each syllable of that word. Doesn’t it feel good?”
“Oh, you know it does.”
“Yes, I do. And, I know you do, too.”
It wasn’t like Anne has never spanked a guy before. Anne had spanked a lot of them. Too many to count. Or, maybe it had just been too many.
“Ever try adding up all the spanks you’ve delivered?” Mary said.
“Are you kidding? I have trouble figuring out the change when I go shopping. I just have to trust the person at the register,” Anne said. “I tried once. My head starting hurt. So I started spanking again.”
“I understand that.”
So it’s not like Anne’s never done this before. But in a way, that is exactly what it is. Anne has never done this with anyone like Adam. She has led guys into the lifestyle, but she has never walked beside one.
“This is so different,” Anne said to Mary. “It is hard to explain, but it is like I finally met someone on the same path.”
“Every other time, I was helping a guy with a fantasy. A guy who would either go home to his wife and think about it when he closed his eyes, or a guy who would go home to his right hand and close his eyes,” Anne said.
Mary understood that, only too well.
“You become a memory or the smile he wouldn’t dare explain,” said Mary.
“I don’t even think they remember my face. I am just a hand at the end of the arm that was spanking them,” said Anne.
“For a while I wondered if they could remember my name, or if they even knew I had a name. Then I wondered, do they remember my face? Am I really a person to them?” Mary said.
“It’s so different with Adam. I know he remembers my name,” Anne said. “I know he remembers my face.”
“And the best part is, you remember his too.”
Adam didn’t have anyone like Mary to talk to about this new lifestyle into which he has fallen, so as he usually does, he keeps it to himself, and talks to himself.
Before Anne came along, or before he found the courage to ring her doorbell, Adam would go weeks without talking to anyone outside of work.
But there is always work. What else do you really need? Adam would ask himself.
Now Adam knew what else he really needed.
And I always knew it.
“When did you know?” Anne asked him once when they were laying naked together in bed, which by the way was one of Adam’s favorite times. They would lay naked. Cuddle. She would do the cuddling, he would be cuddled. It felt so damn good, so damn right after one of their sessions, as Anne called them.
“When did I know?”
“You know what I mean. Don’t be coy,” Anne said as she slapped his bare bottom that was still red from the paddle and belt.
Adam on his stomach, Anne on her side, her head on her left hand, her right hand caressing Adam’s back one minute, her fingertips following the scratch marks her fingernails had left on his back the next.
“Tell me,” she said with another slap. “When did you know that you needed to be spanked.”
This was tough for Adam. He had not really let go yet. Anne knew that. He knew that. Adam didn’t want to let go. Anne knew he had to.
“Now say it. Tell me when you knew.”
“First grade,” he said. “We had a teacher, a woman, who gave each kid a birthday spanking on his or her birthday.”
She would put the little girl or boy over her lap and give them a birthday spanking in front of the whole class."
“You’re kidding,” Anne said. This was a little hard to believe for even someone with her years in the dominatrix arena, but Adam turned his face to hers and she knew it was true.
“Wow. Incredible.”
“It was for me,” Adam agreed. “I couldn’t wait for my birthday.”
“Oh, my God. Was it everything you expected?”
“Funny thing is, I remember that it was over so fast I didn’t even know she had spanked me. Didn’t feel a single spank,” he said. “But I will never forget looking at the class, my friends, as I went over her lap.”
“Disappointed?”
“You’re kidding right?”
Adam knew that Anne was on the way, probably carrying a leather paddle when at least he heard her footsteps above him. He hoped she would be carry the paddle they bought together during their weekend up north. That was so incredibly exciting. Adam could barely breath.
Shopping in a XXX store with a woman.
A woman I didn’t know, a total stranger, was behind the counter. I was going to have to take whatever Anne chose for me, hand it to her, tell her this is what I had been told to purchase. And then purchase it.
Adam was sweating just thinking about it. He felt the beads of sweat on his neck. He knew his hands were shaking just a little bit. His mouth was drying out.
He was so excited.
And Adam couldn’t hide any of it.
Adam did as he knew he should after buying the paddle. He handed it to Anne by the handle. She felt the leather with her other hand and slapped it against her palm. Hard, fast, and loud.
“It was like a gunshot,” Adam said to her that afternoon after he calmed down from his first leather paddle spanking. “And the quiet after that was so loud. It was the loudest silence I have ever heard.”
“It was not like a gunshot,”Anne said. “It was like a leather paddle against bare skin. That is exactly what it was like, because that was exactly what it was. I knew it. You knew it, and you know that girl behind the counter knew it. She damn well knew it.”
“And she knew what it was doing to you in that store. She could see the damp spot on your jeans. You knew it too.”
“And she knew what that paddle was going to be used for, didn’t she?”
Adam held his breath for just a moment. He could hear a bird outside, the traffic on the expressway two blocks away. There was something about being spanked in the middle of the day, naked, or at least bare-bottomed, when everyone else was leading their vanilla lives, that was such a turn-on and was at the same time so reassuring to Adam.
And he went back to that time up north.
“She knew you were going to paddle my bare butt with it,” Adam finally said. Just admitting that, just remembering the smile on the young blonde’s face, a girl who was barely out of high school, maybe just a day over the minimum age to work in a place like that if there was a minimum age, the knowledge she must have working in a sex shop day after day, all of that piled together.
So this is the lifestyle, Adam thought to himself. Oh lifestyle, where have you been all of my life?
The answer to that question brought a smile to his face as he heard Anne walking through the kitchen above him. Only a few more steps and she, and the lifestyle, would be at the basement door.
Two steps down from the kitchen, door to the driveway on her right, basement door on her left. When Adam heard that door opening, he knew, the waiting was almost over.
Sometimes Things Break
Waiting is one of the stories from the St. Isidore Collection. Anne and Adam are two of the people who live in St. Isidore, a small city, with a large number of trouble souls.
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