Snippets Twenty Eight...
His breath on her neck was comforting, the warmth of his chest against her back soothing. One arm was under her, his palm cupping her breast. His other arm was draped over her hip, fingers grazing her bottom. And that's when she realized her bottom was bare.
He had given her a few swats just before she fell asleep and they had been hard swats. For the life of her, she couldn't remember why he had done that.
Then she remembered his words just before sleep took over.
"I'm going to spank you in the morning."
"Like hell!" she muttered and wiggled her way out of his embrace and out of their bed.
He feigned sleep and let her go. He had learned that it made matters worse when he kept her in bed in the middle of the night - something he still did when she was due for a comeuppance - but not necessary every time. He focused on the very soft sounds she made - bathroom door closing, water running, bathroom door opened, bedroom door opened and then closed. He sat up and waited to hear another bedroom door open or some other sound that would tell him where she was and what she was doing.
A hard spanking was rare and he rarely put it off if he deemed one necessary. When he delayed it, it was to give him time to neutralize his anger at whatever she had done or to make her worry about how hard it was going to be. This time he was making her wait because she had acted as if he didn't know what she had done.
On previous occasions when a spanking was eminent and she left their bed to avoid confrontation, he had gone after her, found her in bed in the guestroom or downstairs on the couch or even once, in the backseat of his car. Each time she was fast asleep and he had just lain down beside her or carried her back to their bed. Once, when he had spanked her hard and her tush was burning, he found her asleep in the bathtub, her bottom cheeks up against the cool tile. He had been hard pressed not to laugh and wake her up.
This was the second time he caught her jogging when she was coughing and taking meds, the second time he would spank her for doing this. He warned her that a second time for the same offense would result in a harder spanking or even two or three sessions over his knee.
"You and what Army?" she yelled that first time and climbed over their fence and into a neighbor's yard before he could catch her.
"You're making it worse, sweetheart," he told her and jumped the same fence intending to tackle her if necessary.
He didn't expect their neighbor - a summer tenant in a rental house - to harbor a fugitive...
Mrs. BusyBody was beside herself. She was new to the neighborhood and when she saw the big man go after the smaller woman, she immediately opened her backdoor for Spencer and slammed and locked it before that big fellow cleared the fence.
"Don't you fret, sweetie," she cooed, patting Spencer on the shoulder. "I've got chocolate cake cooling on the counter. I'll just put some frosting on it, make you a fresh cup of tea and you can stay the night until your husband gets his head back on straight."
Spencer giggled. This was too good to be true. She watched the older woman ice the cake and she cheerfully accepted a very large piece.
"Does he get this way often?" she asked.
"When the moon is full," Spencer giggled but before she could elaborate, there was a loud knocking on the front door.
"I'll get it, dear," Mrs. BusyBody said, picking up the broom that sat in the corner. "You just sit here and enjoy your cake while I give that man a piece of my mind."
Spencer was hard pressed not to laugh but she didn't dare move out of the kitchen. She wouldn't put it past JC to barge right in and grab her. They weren't talking loud but she heard bits and pieces of their conversation.
"May I come in?" JC asked.
"Good heavens, no! You have to show me you can control your temper before I let you anywhere near that sweet little wife of yours."
"That sweet little wife of mine..."
"You'll scare her with that scowl on your face."
"She needs to come home now!"
"I think she's safer here."
"Don't you try to bully me, young man. You may be bigger than me but I know a thing or two about self-defense. Now you get on home and when you're ready to apologize, you can come back."
JC, the active-duty Navy SEAL, tried hard to keep his composure but chuckles escaped between his lips in spite of every effort to remain stoic.
"This is *not* a laughing matter, young man!"
"Yes, ma'am," JC laughed and then shouted into the house. "You win, bambina."
"I do?" Spencer yelled back and peeked around the corner. "You're not mad?"
"Not mad," he insisted. "But if you come home now, I'll make dinner and forget the rest."
"I'd rather stay here and eat cake."
"Vegetables are good for you, dear. Let's hear an apology," she said to JC. "A sincere one, please."
"I apologize, bambina," JC smiled.
Mrs. BusyBody watched JC's eyes as he apologized. There was no doubt in her mind that the big man loved his wife but why had he been chasing her?
"And you're not going to scare her into running from you again, are you?" Mrs. BusyBody insisted.
"Were you scared, bambina?"
"Frightened for my life," Spencer replied with a straight face.
"He beats me regularly," the imp informed Mrs. BusyBody. "I have bruises everywhere."
Mrs. BusyBody glared at JC, clucked her tongue and put her hands on her hips. "That is NOT the way to make a woman happy," she informed him. "My sweet husband, rest his gentle soul, always put my welfare and happiness above his. That's a good lesson to remember. And furthermore, young man," she continued. "You're a mighty big fellow to be putting your hands on this little woman except in the most loving sort of way."
"Yes, ma'am," JC agreed, knowing how well loved his hands - and his body - were going to make his little wife feel... after he lit a five-alarm fire on her tush!
"Time to go, bambina."
"Hmmm... eating cake. I'll be home after I finish eating."
"Why don't you come in and have a piece of my cake with us?" Mrs. BusyBody invited. "I'll make you a cup of tea and we can all talk. Maybe we can get to the bottom of this disagreement."
JC thought about how he was going to get to the bottom of this disagreement and his palm started itching in anticipation.
Spencer thought she might have to eat another piece of cake and then sized up the older woman. It occurred to her that if she stood behind the lady, JC wouldn't be able to spank her.
Mrs. Busybody's phone rang...
JC grabbed Spencer, tossed her over his shoulder, shouted his thanks and got them home in record time.
"You going to spank me for making you chase me?" Spencer asked when he had her bottom bared and over his knee.
"Then why am I looking at the carpet?"
"I'm going to spank you for making me old before my time. I'm going to spank you for reminding me that you're the most important person in my life and getting sick is not an option I care to live with. If you get sick because you went jogging when you're coughing, I'll never forgive myself for allowing that to happen. I'm going to spank you because I love you more than anything else."
"Those are dumb reasons."
"Here are some smart explanations."
She yelped when his hand came down, cursed when he beat a cadence on one cheek and then the other, bit his calf when his hand struck both cheeks at the same time, and finally gave up. The heat on her bottom was intense and as he lifted her to his chest, she coughed.
"Your fault," she hiccuped into his neck.
"My fault," he agreed and kissed the tears under her eyelids.
"I'm going to be mad for a long time," she informed him.
"I know. I'm counting on it."
"Yeah," he agreed. "Crazy in love with you."
He spied her jogging clothes hanging over the side of the hamper when he came home about an hour earlier than usual. Spencer was in the shower and he pretended he didn't see them. She was surprised to see him when she came out of the bathroom and rushed to hug him hello.
He hugged her back, kissed her brow as was his habit to see how warm she was and then scooped her up into his arms for a proper hello. She was warm but not overly so and he was relieved that she seemed well.
"You take your meds today?"
"Anything you want to tell me?" he asked.
"Other than I love you?" she smiled.
"I love you, too, bambina. So much."
They had a quiet dinner on the patio and watched the sun set. When it was full dark, Spencer sat on JC's lap as he pointed out which stars were which as they appeared. It was a quiet and pleasant evening and when they got ready for bed, he pulled Spencer into his arms and gave her a few hard swats. Before she could protest, his mouth descended and in moments, the swats were forgotten as they feasted on each other. Just before she fell asleep, he whispered in her ear.
"I'm going to spank you in the morning."
He knew she wouldn't come back to bed on her own so he went looking for her. She wasn't in any of the other bedrooms and not in the hall closet. Quietly, he went downstairs. She wasn't on the couch. She wasn't behind the couch or in the downstairs closet. She wasn't in any of the cars either when he went out to the garage to check. Looking out the back door, he could see she wasn't on the patio or in the yard. And then, on a hunch, he checked his office.
He always kept it locked when he wasn't in it but that wouldn't necessarily deter Spencer. She had received a brand new set of lock picks for Christmas from a friend... and had been practicing with them.
Amazing she hasn't been arrested yet.
He went back upstairs for his keys and when he opened his office door, there she was, asleep on the couch. Going to change these locks to electronic ones, he mused.
Morning came quicker than Spencer would have liked. And with morning, came the wall of warmth behind her, the large shoulder where her head was cushioned and the large hand that was cupping her bottom cheeks.
"Attila the Hun was a pussycat compared to you."
"Thank you, darlin'. Pleased to hear that, and good morning."
"You're going to spank me."
"You're not only beautiful; you're smart, too. And I see you can predict the future."
"Sarcasm doesn't do anything for you."
"Neither does jogging do anything for you when you've been coughing and are on meds. Didn't we have this conversation a few months ago?"
"I don't want to have it again."
"Neither do I but it's gonna happen, regardless."
"I won't cook until you apologize for what you're going to do."
"I won't stop spanking you until you start cooking again."
"Is this going to be a Mexican standoff?"
"No, it's going to be a heated and continual dialogue between my hand and your tush until you see it my way."
"That's the commanding officer talking," she snorted.
"No, that's your husband and lover talking," he concluded as he sat up and pulled her across his lap.
His hand continued the discussion, her quickly reddened cheeks on the receiving end. The burning was intense, gasping breaths her sole response. When her throat dried from all that open-mouthed breathing, she coughed.
He lifted her, held her upright in his arms and carried her back upstairs to their bathroom. As he wiped her face and neck with a cool cloth, she said she'd rather feel that cool cloth on her bottom.
"I want you to feel the burn, bambina. Any time you do something like this, I want you to feel the burn. It's nothing compared to what I feel when I worry about you."
"I wasn't coughing when I was jogging."
"No jogging when you're on meds. Later, when you finish the meds, I'll jog with you," he promised. "Now tell me you love me."
"I love you."
"Yes, truth. If I didn't love you, I wouldn't still be here."
"I'll probably give you a few more swats before I leave for work tomorrow. Just a reminder," he warned.
"You suppose someone actually loved Attila the Hun?" Spencer asked later.
"One can only hope," JC smiled, delivering a much softer swat and kisses filled with promise.