Chapter 3 #3
“Relax, darlin’, if you’re telling the truth, you have nothing to worry about,” he answered, squatting down on his haunches and inspecting her from the deep bruise on her side all the way down to her knee.
There was not another mark on that flawless skin.
Nick ran his hand down her back and over her lovely bottom just because he didn’t have the strength not to.
His heart was pounding by the time he straightened up.
“Maggie, if you had fallen as you said you did, hard enough to leave that kind of bruise, there would be other areas, if not injured, at least marked in some way. Now, you have about five seconds to tell me the truth.”
Maggie bit her lip and glanced down trying to decide what to do. She didn’t need any more trouble at work, and she knew for a fact Nick would be on the phone with Mason so fast her head would spin, but apparently it didn’t matter anyway, her five seconds were up.
Nick picked up the spoon and began to spank Maggie with sharp little slaps that stung like the devil.
The wooden spoon was a wonderful invention, he thought, as she tried to get away.
He was very careful not to touch her side.
With his arm across her shoulders she was bent slightly forward across the bar, and he had perfect control over where each smack landed.
After about twenty, when Maggie was dancing up and down, he paused.
“There are two things you need to know, Maggie. The first is that if it wasn’t for your side you would be over my knee with your panties around your ankles, getting your bottom blistered with my hand, which I would much prefer.
The second thing is that I’m not going to stop until you tell me the truth.
” With that, Nick picked up where he left off, making sure he didn’t miss a spot.
Maggie was beside herself. How could she ever, ever have thought she was jealous of Rebecca? No woman in her right mind would want a man who spanked her, she decided. This was horrifying, and she had all she could do not to scream.
“Nick, please,” she hissed, tears falling from her eyes. “My kids are in the other room, please.”
“Then I guess you’d better be quiet,” he informed her, as spank after spank fell on her throbbing, scorched behind.
“Or you could save yourself a little trouble and tell me the truth. As a matter of fact, it would be an excellent idea if you never lied to me again,” he insisted, landing several hard spanks on her already cherry red ass.
God, this spoon is pretty good, he thought grinning. I’ll have to remember to thank Mason.
“All right,” Maggie sobbed laying her head down on the counter while tears poured from her eyes. “I’ll tell you.”
Nick stopped immediately and set the spoon down. He pulled Maggie up and turned her into his arms, cradling her against his chest while she sobbed and hiccupped. Nick rubbed her back gently while she continued to do her little dance, until she calmed down enough to tell him.
The entire story began to spill out right from the beginning. Nick continued to comfort Maggie, kissing the top of her head and gently questioning her as she sighed and sniffed.
“Why would you think this was something you had to handle on your own, honey?” he asked, genuinely puzzled.
“Because it’s my job,” she sobbed, starting to cry all over again. “I’m supposed to be able to handle things… like… this… ,” she whispered.
“All right, darlin’, it’s all right now,” he soothed. “Everything will be just fine, but don’t you ever lie to me again,” he told her firmly, moving her back and looking directly into her water-filled eyes.
Maggie dropped her head and snuggled into his chest as close as she could get. “I won’t Nick, I won’t,” she assured him, sighing.
Nick held her for a little while longer until he could hear the crescendo from the TV telling him the movie would soon be over. Very gently he helped Maggie pull up her panties and cords while she hissed and squirmed. He tilted her head back and brushed her hair softly off her face.
“I want you to go upstairs and get ready for bed, honey. The kids and I will clean up, and then I’ll take them to get an ice cream. I doubt you’ll want to ride along tonight,” he told her with a twinkle in his eye. “But I’d be glad to bring you back a hot fudge sundae.”
Maggie was surprised he remembered her favorite treat. There was no way she could sit right now, and she wasn’t sure about the immediate future either. As bad as the spanking was, the cuddling after was wonderful, and she felt as if a weight had been lifted off her.
“No thanks, Nick. I think I will get ready for bed and rest until the kids get back.”
“Okay you go, take it easy and rest. I’ll make sure to give you a little time to compose yourself. Go on now, honey, and do as I say,” he told her, giving her a warm kiss and a little push in the right direction.
Maggie went willingly. The last thing she needed was for the kids to ask why she’d been crying or, God forbid, to find out.
Nick was picking up the phone before she rounded the corner.
“Mason, we need to talk. I’ll be over in about an hour.”