Cheeky Meets Her Match (A More Perfect Union 2)

Spankboat One

Spankboat One

Brandy and Crystal slept soundly, as perhapsonly people living in a true loving relationship can. Both werenaked and cuddlesome through the night for their husbands’pleasures and their own. Doctor Nick wrapped an arm to cup Brandy’sample breasts while Raj slept with Crystal’s freshly spanked bottompressed sweetly against his loins.

Beneath the slumber both new brides foundthemselves pulled to the same dream. A light found their hearts andwas drawing them in. Inside the light, they found an image ofthemselves, changed -- to what? They slept on dreamily knowing lovemade all good things possible, yet curious of what might lay ahead.Love simply was the very best adventure. They were ready for moreof the passage.

A year ago, each was alone and miserable.Brandy, a lonely reporter. Crystal, a brat. However, love hadmagically saved them. They had both accepted the magic in theirhearts to lead them onward into the new chapters of their life.

Doc read through the file again. Sotempting… He stroked his short red beard, wanting to take thisparticular case. A Saudi prince falls hard for a Smith poetrymajor. Prince takes her to meet the family, and she mouths off withgood feminist college rhetoric. The family threatens to cut theyoung prince off unless she is taught proper court manners. Willthe Center take the case? With all his professional brain and lustyheart Doc wanted to answer YES.

Then Cheeky came forth with a differentoffer. The two founders of a production firm were bickeringnonstop. Their unending fight had infected the whole corporation.Venture capital was thinking of conducting a legal ouster, messyand expensive. Lose/lose.

Somehow they found Cheeky, or was it shethat found them? Doc understood that his former wife now their AIpartner had it in her to be quite strategic and manipulative.Cheeky was different enough, but at core had Rachael’s wild spirit. A deal was brokered. Five million dollars up front! Allreturned if they could not resume running the shows extra promptly.The check had already cleared; Cheeky promised it would be safelyinvested. With three new Centers to support, funds were essential.The terms were very clear; they must be the exclusive patients forthe duration of the cure. Saudi prince and poetry major would haveto wait. He sent his regrets and referred them to the closest newCenter in Philadelphia. The original Center in the Californiawilderness was closed to new patients until necessary alterationshad been made: the price of fame.

Fame there amply was. Nick clicked throughthe articles. Center and its related Belts not Bars movement werequite the item. Interest was high, though not yet muchunderstanding or financial support. Spankings were not politicallycorrect, but the movement had begun anyway.

“Helicopter five minutesoff, dear.” Cheeky said.

“Are you sure about thisdecision?” Doc responded to his AI wonder all-purpose assistant,lingering presence of his genius deceased wife. “The Saudiwas rich, and just plain easier. I can’t do miracles.” Doc thumbedthrough the new file as he spoke, full of angry accusations againsteach other. Sad when marriages went bad. After decades of practiceDoc was leery of such cases. Always easier to mold new love than totry and salvage what went wrong.

“Yes dear, you actuallydo.” Cheeky answered. She stated it as a matter of computed fact.Doc had developed a unique and miraculous practice that revolvedaround love, recovered childhood and spankings. Patients flocked tohis California practice at the Center. He simply was the miracle somany of the love starved were praying for.

Nick didn’t want to argue. His techniqueshad evolved into something more than a counseling practice. Theywere a movement and Cheeky was the force behind it all. “Whatdid you do with the money?” he inquired.

“Not your worry,” sheresponded. “You do your miracle, I’ll take care of thedetails.”

Doc was about to make further inquiry.Cheeky needed a certain amount of plain looking after. No body, butstill quite the scamp. Just then he heard the first chopping ofapproaching air transport. He rose to greet his new patients. Thepractice always came first. Cheeky knew that, hence the well timedchat. He would forget about the money as the case came to own him.Working miracles began with total dedication.

Doc fell for duty every time, she gloated:nice to have a man so easy to manage.

Doc was rewarded for his promptness bywitnessing the first arrival make her grand entrance at the hatchof the sleek corporate helicopter. The presentation gave him cluesfor the work ahead, as Mona, a tall blonde, spread her armsdramatically in a pastel dress with wings like a butterfly thatstretched to fabric connected rings on each of her indexfingers.

One of the crew clapped, it seemed thenatural thing to do. She waved him a kiss. Then she identified Nickas The Man and crossed to him, enveloping him in a hug, such thathe barely could see the husband emerge from the helicopter.

Did Omar dress in purposeful contrast? Orwas black just the essential him as butterfly was her? He wore allblack, shoes to hair. He nodded to Nick, as though not at allsurprised to see him so encased in a full hug from his wife. Equalgreeting became impossible.

Doc escorted the obviously not happy coupleacross the ship and to the stairs that led back to his office.

He no longer had the grand old office of theCenter. However, his new quarters certainly had a view. Windows onthree sides presenting the waves and ports as the ship made its wayto Asia and back. This was a shared honeymoon for two couples, butalso a working trip. Doc seated the new patients on the couch andtook his seat. He was aware from body language that the couple wassitting closer than they preferred, but as far apart as the couchallowed.

“Welcome,” he said to Omar,feeling he had already greeted Mona sufficiently.

“Thank you for having us,”he replied formally.

“We have a lot of work todo,” Doc agreed. “How did you two meet?”

Omar tried to reply, but Mona beat him toit.

“He needed me,” she stated.“So I took care of things, been doing that ever since.”

Nick looked straight to Omar, “Do youagree?”

“I was writing, producingand starring in a travel show of the U.S, made to explain thatfascinating, important, complicated country for my people back inJordan.” he began.

“And failing to get it intothe major markets of the Middle East, not to mention Latin America,until I stepped in,” she interrupted. Doc was by now aware that shedid so frequently.

“How did you come tomarry?”

Again, she answered, this time with a bit ofsmile.

“We were working all thetime together back then. Sixteen hour work days easily, no time tocommute, too busy. I moved in, and when revenue skyrocketed webought our fabulous Beverly Hills house.”

“There was also the matterof my visa, with the new President,” Omar almost spat as he saidthat. “Marriage was a legal maneuver that kept the showafloat.”

Doc was about to ask if there was ever lovebetween them, or merely partnership. His door opened without aknock. Brandy stepped in, full of smiles and gaiety.

“Oooh, company,” sheexclaimed.

Nick knew her surprise was feigned. It was afine yacht, twelve guest cabins: too small for Brandy not to haveheard the helicopter land. She wanted this encounter.

“I’m Brandy,” Nick’sadorable diminutive red headed bride introduced herself.

“Very pleased to meet you,”Omar smiled.

Doc let them chat a moment. He had noticedthat both Brandy and Crystal were behaving amusingly girlishlately. Sea air, or…?

“Thank you darling,” hefinally said, “but we are in session now.”

“Well,” she beamed, “Betterthem than me,” and gave an amused smirk as though not sure sheshouldn’t just join in. Doc’s sessions were legendary. Nobody everbefore had so masterfully married psychology to spanking to achievemiraculous results.

With an almost mocking smile she departed.Doc let his mind linger on her a moment, she was the delight of hislife. He had expected marrying a woman twenty years his juniorwould result in interesting adjustments; how had he not noticed thechildishness of her? The fun bratty girlishness of her surprisedhim; she behaved much younger than the woman who presented herselfas investigative reporter months ago.

By an act of will he let that thought go andcomposed himself for the work here with the unhappy couple.

“Who did what when yourpartnership was working?”

Naturally Mona answered first, “I dideverything, the lawyering, management, accounts, and ran the hometoo. I built the business.”

“Leaving me only to createthe product,” Omar scored dryly. Doc saw this was the way of them.She utterly rejected that manners of any sort applied to her, whilehe was an effective counter-puncher.

“Tell me about it, what doyou create?” Doc asked.

“Shows to present Americato the world. Started as a travel magazine for YouTube. Now wecreate ongoing dramas, formatted to non-English audiences,characters having adventures in parallel to the travel magazine. Itis very successful.”

“Very,” she added. “Webrought in capital and became a world phenomenon. Now the venturevultures have turned on us. They are scum.”

“Their concern is withoutmerit?”

For the first time neither answered.

Doc waited, then continued. “As requested,separate cabins are ready for you. Your bags have been delivered.We will all dine together at seven. Come, let’s get yousettled.”

At seven, Center gathered at one largetable. Doc formally introduced the new guests to Crystal, Raj,Brandy and Babywoof, who now went by Bruce, his given name beforegang life took him over. Center had worked one of its miracles,rebirthing him. He clearly took pride in his place as ship’smassage therapist – the guests partook of expert daily massage withhim. This piece of information visually pleased Mona. She wasalready planning twice daily service.

Raj was clearly excited about the day tocome. Spank ship was due to arrive in Madras, his hometown. Crystalwould be introduced to his extended family and they would visit thefamily temple before sailing on to China.

Upon hearing this, both Mona and Omar weresuddenly all business. Doc could see by how they queried Raj thatthey still cared very much about the show. Something more importantthan their beloved company had come between them. It was Doc’smission to understand what. Understanding came beforeintervention.

Raj had indeed heard of and seen theircombination travel show and spin off drama series. He chatted withthem on how it was received, but he also explained that he had beenin the USA for years, first as Rachael’s assistant then buildingand selling Charming Corp.

Doc noticed Crystal wink at Brandy. The two brides quietly excused themselves for girl time onthe veranda. It was no surprise that they were now close, both newbrides married to older successful men, learning over the knee howto please and so create an amazing life. They closed theglass door behind them, but Doc could see them holding hands asthey talked. Something worth understanding was happening betweenthem, but he must remain focused on work. He needed understandingbefore administering correction to the troubled couple, who werehis paying patients.

“Same?” Crystalasked.

Brandy paused then nodded.

What was it? They both felt it --strongest after a spanking: light, and then some kind of image.Then it faded, and so far they only were able to talk about it witheach other. Anyone else might think them crazy. They both meant tobe transformed, as young women and brides. They understood thattheir training to be in a loving marriage inside a spankingrelationship was indeed profound. But there was something elsegoing on with each, and it was growing. If this was ahallucination, it was the most effective kind.

Neither young woman had ever dosedpsychedelics, but they doubted drugs could be this powerful. Whatthey could agree on was that they were much more intrigued thanthey were scared. There was something divine about thetransformation. Brandy looked over the balcony at the waves; shefelt powerfully drawn to the water.

No one on board was quite prepared for thegreeting when the ship arrived in Madras. Raj had family! In thedozens. Ship officers would not let them all come aboard, so Nick,Brandy, Crystal and Raj were paraded off the ship to the temple.Mona and Omar were each assigned an essay, titled “What wentwrong?” Doc was famously serious about his essays.

Raj’s extended family introduced them to thegods. Ganesha, the cosmic dancing elephant-headed deity was afavorite. The family produced tea and cakes to share with thedeity, sitting together on the ancient stone floor of thetemple.

Crystal and Brandy again held hands. Eachgave quiet supplication to learn more about the changes they wereexperiencing. The god remained painfully silent on that point. Ifthe new wives were to gain entry into the source of their mystery,they needed to find another portal. Raj’s tribal temple was not thesource.

Dinner that evening proved a grand banquet.Raj’s family positively beamed over the newlyweds. They wereclearly pleased with Crystal as a new daughter. Delight at lifepoured forth from her. It was magic to watch her twirlingmulticolored hair moving as it did from royal blue, through blondeand into golden.

This evening she was bubbly for sure, butalmost a bit drunk. Raj saw it too and put away their drink.

Cheeky did as was her custom in port andsearched the local internet for computer insight to fold into hergreat equation. Cheeky had computed that without personalresponsibility and discipline, civilization was doomed. What didall the countries of the world do when the most privileged andpowerful people misbehaved? Apparently in India, as most places,enjoy the party and mimic the bad behavior. Cheeky would look on.India, the birthplace of much philosophy, did not seem to have theanswers. But all input helped the equation to grow.

Back on the ship Raj caressed his lovelywife. It was bedtime and time for their daily maintenance spanking.Crystal was clear that it was the daily discipline that gave herresolve, transforming her from miserable brat to happy wife. Shewas happy, but there was more transformation than that. Raj triedto be aware of her as he turned her across his awaiting knee for amoderate fifty hand strokes.

He stopped mid set. “Darling, is theresomething you want to tell me?” he asked while kneading her lightlypink and sweetly curved bottom.

Crystal froze. Raj had startled her. She hadbeen trying so hard to take the sting of the spanking and transformit through meditation into answers.

“No dear,” is all that shecould murmur.

“Usually I can feel myconnection to you in a spanking.”

“Yes dear,” Crystal agreedwith all of her heart. Spankings made her love and be lovelier. Sheknew that her submission and his dominance centered them both for agrounded loving existence.

“Tell me,” he instructedagain.

She tried, but no words would form. “I can’tdarling. Please spank me firmly for that. I am unable to obey you,and need be punished.”

He pondered her words. “When can you tellme?” he asked.

“When I can tell me,” sheanswered, the words percolating up in her. “Know now that your firmlove will help me to see what I cannot yet see.”

He was satisfied with that. No fiftymaintenance strokes for his beloved this evening. They had work todo. He focused on her disobeying in session, reached for her flatbacked, rectangular hairbrush, and renewed her spanking withvigor.

She felt herself being transformed in hisprimal love. She welcomed the transformation with all her hearteven as she vocalized painful passion. She experienced in thespanking a capacity to grow young. She wanted it.

After the spanking, Raj laid beside Crystal.He had long, elegant fingers and small hands. He poured a generoushandful of massage oil on her belly, pooling it in her bellybutton.Then with slick covered hands, he started at her toes, and massagedslowly all the way to her p***y, spending much time on her silkypeach colored thighs. When her p***y was slippery with oil, he slidtwo fingers up inside her, reaching for her g-spot. With his thumb,he stroked her c**t while his long fingers stroked her spot, andshe shuddered to orgasm. He mounted her, moved by the urgency ofhis own need, he rode her to several more orgasms before explodingin his own. Afterward they slept in a tight embrace. It was only afew moments till she entered dreamland.

Crystal’s dream began with seeing herself.She became aware that there was a mysterious power within spankedlove. She knew this power helped her become a sweeter, healthier,fresher her. That had begun with her time with Doc, and she wouldalways love him for it.

But her true love was Raj. She was aware ofherself cuddled against him, a portion of the dream that wasreality as well.

She lifted in spirit up from there; she sawherself from above. Her spirit rose into music. She merged withthat music, and it transformed her further. She began toshimmer.

When a parallel dream started with Brandy,it was slightly different. Her spirit rose from the bed she sharedwith Doc. She moved out to their balcony and called out in song tothe waves.

One heard her, and rose to sweetly kiss andhug her. She got wet, in a delicious and refreshing way. The wavecaressed her bottom, magic in the ebb and flow. She became thewater nymph of her mystic nature, able to play in and ride thewaves. She rode the waves to a far off place.

There were fairies! Dancing about a treenear the beach. One turned to look at her. She knew her! It wasCrystal, all fairied up with a crown of flowers and the cutestlittle wings.

Crystal saw herself, as seen by water nymphBrandy, and her transformation was completed in the vision. Oh howthe two magic girls danced and played in the moonlight.

A voice called; it was angelic in its tone.“Now children, it is time for our lesson.”

Mystical creatures joined them, and satlistening attentively.

“Our lesson of the day ison the importance of never growing up,” the angel said.

All nodded their solemn agreement.

Such a lovely dream.