Chapter 15 #3
Grinning, Nick took a bite of his steak. I wonder why Molly felt the need to read Del, he thought, just before he started to choke. Quickly picking up his beer he took a large swig and stared at the young man across from him as understanding dawned.
“You’re attracted to her,” he accused.
“Who, Molly, I mean Mrs. O’Malley?” Del stammered in shock. “I said she was lovely, but I didn’t mean anything by it,” he insisted.
“Not Molly, Bridget! You’re attracted to Bridget.”
Del thought about his answer carefully, but in the end his truthful nature won out. “Yes, I suppose in some sick, demented way, I am,” he admitted with a grimace.
“Oh, you poor kid,” Nick responded. “She’ll chew you up and spit you out.”
“Yes, I’m beginning to see that,” Del answered, a little insulted to be referred to as a kid. “Just what do you suggest I do about it, old wise one?”
“Sorry,” Nick grinned. “I guess I’m used to being the big brother.
I wish I had an answer for you, Del. I love Bridget and I believe at heart she’s a good girl.
It’s just that she could be the poster child for Girls Gone Wild.
I personally think a few trips over your knee for a bare bottom spanking might benefit her, but not everyone’s cut out for that. ”
“Let me get this straight,” Del asked, taking a big gulp of his beer. “Your suggestion is for me to strike her?”
“Yup,” Nick replied, calmly wiping his mouth.
“I have never raised my hand to a woman in my life and I don’t believe I ever could,” Del insisted, clearly shocked to the core.
“Not strike her,” Nick explained. “Spank her. Pull her over your lap, pull down her panties and don’t stop slapping her ass until she is crying and promising to be good, and maybe not even then, depending on the circumstances.
My Maggie carries on something fierce and I know for a fact the she’s not learning a thing until she’s sobbing and limp over my knees.
A couple of times I fell for that contrite act and she ended up getting another spanking for exactly the same thing in a few days.
It’s better to do a good job the first time. ”
“Nick, are you implying you spank your wife?”
“I’m not implying anything. I’m telling you that when the need arises I have no problem putting her over my knee.
Look, Del, I firmly believe that the husband is the head of the family and I don’t intend to spend the next fifty years arguing that fact with my wife.
There isn’t another man on this earth that loves his wife more than I love Maggie.
However, I’ve handled enough divorces to know that when there is no clear head of the household, chaos ensues.
Everything becomes a fight, a battle and nobody wins.
I don’t ambush her or attack her. She knows the rules and she follows them, well we’re working on that,” he said with a slight grin.
“I absolutely adore her and I want her to be safe and happy.
“Maggie is a little wild herself at times, not to the extent Bridget is, but she has been known to do some pretty outrageous things. I help her to understand the error of her ways so to speak. I would never abuse her or cause her injury, but a red-hot bottom is a great deterrent at times.”
Del was stunned. He had a tremendous amount of respect for Nick and his mind was weighing his words.
“And she just lets you spank her?” he asked incredulously.
“Sometimes,” Nick laughed. “Sometimes she comes to me, others I have to chase her down throw her over my shoulder and cart her off for a few moments of privacy. Maggie knows the rules and what will happen if she breaks them. She’s not stupid, far from it, so if she chooses to ignore them, there’s an excellent chance she will get her bottom spanked. It’s her choice.”
“Have you always spanked her?” Del asked, guardedly curious.
“I spanked her a couple of times when we were going together during our high school years, but apparently not hard enough or long enough because she screwed up our lives for the next fifteen years, and I let her. That will never happen again,” Nick stated firmly, a sad, faraway look in his eyes.
“I’ll think about what you’ve told me here today, Nick, but I don’t have the faintest idea whether I could really follow through with something like that.”
“You think about it, Del. If you decide she’s worth the risk, that Bridget is someone you truly want in your life, you let me know. I have a couple of other people who can help you.”
Nick went to the men’s room while Del went to the bar to settle the bill. “I need a diet cola to go please,” he told Patrick.
“Is that it?”
“No, let me have a salad with light dressing on the side also.”
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Walking into the office, Del sat his bag down to remove his coat. Nick watched with pride when Del handed her the soda and plopped the salad on her desk.
“Eat it,” he commanded.
Bridget’s first impulse was to toss it in the trash, but something in Winston’s expression warned her not to. As she opened the lid and pushed the fork out of the plastic covering, Del turned and walked into his office a huge self-satisfied smile on his face.