Cheeky's Legacy

Day Two

Baggins, David & Teddi - Cheeky's Legacy [Avidbook, MF Contemporary, Erotic Fantasy, Science Fiction, b**m Romance] Day Two

“Good morning,” a soft female voice said. Music came softly on; drapes started a dramatic opening; light of the day poured in.

“Coffee?” the voice asked.

It took Lilly a moment to remember what was speaking.

“Thanks, Cheeky, yes, please.”

“Is that strange for you?” she asked Dan. “You knew her.”

He opened his eyes. “Not her voice. We never spoke. She was fun wise words on the screen to me. I told her things I never told anyone, but her voice was in my head.”

The bedroom had curved modern glass on three sides. It took a half minute for the bamboo curtains to complete their automated retraction. Trees outside left a sylvan view. Nurturing, private, and aesthetically effective. Dan felt it working on him, chic modern, calling out his senses and making them more alive.

“Meditation exercise is in half an hour” the voice informed. Two drawers opened. Loose yoga clothes, white for her, black for him. Dan wondered what the color scheme was meant to suggest.

Lilly was more attentive to the coffee, now pouring into two round pottery cups just under the cabinet.

The raised cottage was a half great bedroom, clearly designed for romance. Modern and tastefully elegant, generous bathroom, slate tub for two. Also, a sitting area and porch; all on a platform raised in the trees. From outside, it disappeared into the canopy; from inside, it formed a designed world.

“Cheeky,” Dan inquired. They had been told that word caused the sensor to pay attention to them. Ask anything; the system would respond. It was very user-friendly.

“Breakfast is served communally, like all meals, after morning ritual.” Amazing, it answered the question Dan hadn’t yet asked. Food and behinds were never far from his consciousness, but did the computer know that? How?

* * * *

Lilly would have liked to find a spot at the edge of the meditation gathering. She found the most invisible location usually suited her best. Not today.

The whole host came to them in an embrace as soon as they turned the corner on the woodsy path and found themselves approaching the modern wooden platform which stepped down toward the valley and presented the mountain vista.

A dozen couples wrapped around them in welcome. Dan saw Crystal’s beaming face. Dr. Nick was at the far end, seeing that the greeting was going well. He was dressed in chino pants and polo shirt, his work attire. A tall brunette stood beside him, uniquely dressed in red and looking quite imposing. Same resort yoga togs as everyone else, just so defiantly red. Beside them was a corgi named Kiki, who took one look at Lilly and knew her task. She beelined right over to Lilly and gave her a doggie warm, wet welcome. Lilly soaked it in. That was the first time it occurred to her that she hadn’t swallowed a single pill that morning.

A young woman took the center spot.

“Welcome all,” she said in a voice like singing. Such lovely tones.

“Welcome especially to our new arrivals. Overwhelming, isn’t it? Come, let us greet the day together.”

Slowly everyone turned around, facing her. The dog moved back to stand by Dr. Nick.

The leader was lovely. Brunette and girlish, something ethereal, like a morning sun inside her.

“Good morning, Grace,” the crowd said. Dan could tell it was a ritual greeting.

“What an exciting day to welcome such a couple into our tribe.”

Lilly felt the welcome as a replenishing misting. The nurturance was both in her tone and word content.

“We begin, as always, by centering ourselves to the mountain.”

Not a sound from anyone. Dan realized they were doing just that in their minds. Each reached out to the mountain. When in Rome. He tried to still his thoughts. Meditation was a thing he believed in, at least from what he had read. But the closest he had come involved guitar riffs listened to while stoned.

Lilly also conformed. She had tried a little meditation as part of her grieving of the unborn babies. She wanted anything helpful, but so far nothing reached her.

The couple experienced that they were welcome, for real, but not a part of all this yet. Most everyone around seemed successfully “centering on the mountain.” Dan and Lilly were mostly just waiting for more to happen.

“Why are we here?” Grace asked in her dreamy, steamy voice.

“Life, love, passion, and health,” they all chanted, a mantra of what the Center was all about.

“Yes, “she agreed. “Each our own way, every couple different, but on the same path.”

With that, the host went into motion, a kind of stretching dance, physical preparation for a day of body and mind; everyone seeking limbering before a day of growth and play.

When it calmed, Nick stepped to the center. “I have been reading your diaries.”

They chuckled, knowing there was some intimate stuff in there, for sure.

“Kim has a lovely thought,” he said, and the crowd parted a bit, so everyone could see a young Asian woman, hair straight and black with bangs of bright purple, looking up, a little startled to hear publicly what she wrote. “Today’s the day I prove myself,” Nick read from his note. “She repeated it five times. Hope it proves true, darling.” A strong black man behind her gave her bottom a little squeeze. She curled into it. Dan realized he probably was fifteen years her senior. Though he was clothed in the stretching black uniform, Dan could see in him signs of money, particularly radiating from the gold bracelet he wore. Dan realized that in time he would intimately know the stories of all these people.

“Oh and Z.” The crowd parted again, there was a tall wiry fellow, impossibly thin, yet nimble, and no sign of having money, but that would only be half so.

“Yes, I can understand how Grace’s bottom is the ultimate drum set, but try being more reverential, huh, fella.”

Grace burst into meltdown laughing. Z pretended with air drums.

Lilly was slightly embarrassed, but also enjoying the cheer of it all.

Nick turned to the tall brunette. “Melissa.”

This time everyone just turned to her. Body language universal said this was a domme. Maybe for all of them. Nick was not reading a diary entry; he was recognizing a partner.

“Well, ladies, ten o’clock sharp is your workout time. Today’s session is in heels, minimum a full inch. See our beloved Jessica at the boutique if you need supplies. Remember, adorable is not sufficient, but it is mandatory. Be prepared.”

“What?” Lilly thought.

* * * *

Breakfast was served in a communal dining room. It was California health cuisine meets Texas BBQ. Half whole grain and vegetable, but bacon and grits if you wanted. As usual, Dan and Lilly selected from opposite sides of the offerings. Gender will show through in innumerable ways. Melissa walked by, nodded at Lilly’s plate. Dan got a tongue tsk.

After breakfast, Dan went to set up his workspace. Lilly promised she could amuse herself. Talk of a boutique put her in the mood for a hunt and maybe retail therapy. After all, this was for her health, right?

Amazing how half the new people found themselves drawn to the retail space built out of the old distillery on their first day. Not at all a random half either.

This was Jessica’s shop. “Hey, there,” she said, expecting Lilly completely. “Got you covered.”

“Thanks, but what?” Lilly replied.

“You heard her, one inch and adorable.” The cute, petite shopkeeper found an outfit and play-modeled it against Lilly, succeeding in being adorable. It wasn’t hard, she and Melissa had been out ‘adorable-ing’ each other for some time. Jessica was the petite blonde of that duo.

“I heard.”

“You can cross Melissa if you wish,” Jessica smiled slyly, “and you might get away with it, being new and all, but no one does it twice is my observation. She was that way back in college too. A natural I suppose.”

“Not too sure what we’re talking about.” Lilly tweaked her hair the way she does when confused.

“You know that consent you signed?”

Lilly nodded.

“No one in our little community is more amused at the “accepts correction from the community leadership” clause than dear Melissa.” Jessica modeled what might have been a backhand tennis stroke, but probably wasn’t just that.

“About size four, right? You look around. I’ll find things for you. You’re in a deluxe cabin; all accessories included.”

The shop was in sections. Lilly scoped lingerie to the left, day resort ware to the right, hmm, ahead.

Ahead turned out to be s*x toys. Of vibrators Lilly knew. Nice collection. Butt plugs were another matter. She understood and was pleased Dan loved her ass, but not too sure where that would lead. A wall of paddles and straps. She wasn’t scared. Dan loved her, and whatever put zest back into life for him was bound to benefit them both. Wall of novels and self-help books. She had read her share of both.

“So, adorable and one inch,” Jessica said as she approached carrying boxes. “Take these back to your cabin. Try them on. If Melissa doesn’t agree you’re adorable, I’ll take the consequences. Ask your cabin for a robe, dress, and don’t be late to class.” Jessica loaded the packages in a bag. “Have fun, adorable one.”

* * * *

“Cheeky” Dan said when he entered the cabin a few minutes earlier. “Where’s my laptop.”

“In the closet, sir,” she replied. The “sir” was not lost on him. But is it meaningful coming from a bot?

“Do you want screen time?” Instantly the mirror turned into a screen console. “Check your mail, sir?”

“Yes, please.”

His correspondence appeared.

She waited until he finished.

“Schedule?”

“Do I have one?”

9:30, leave cabin, give Lilly time alone to dress, like the dear you are.

9:45, meet Nick at office.

10:30, meditation soak.

11:30, gym.

“Wow, that’s a program.”

“Best to leave now,” she said. “Lilly will want to try on her finery by herself, trust me.”

* * * *

Lilly had to admit she had never looked more adorable. Standing before the mirrors in her cabin, inspecting herself. Pink themed, push bra and stockings, mini skirt, shoes and halter, panties and choker, all tones of pink. “I’m a confection,” she said to no one.

But a voice answered, “Bet you’re adorable.”

“You don’t have eyes,” Lilly spoke back to the cabin voice. Glad to have someone to share the moment with.

“That’s only half true, quality sensors everywhere. Also, I have the schedule in me. All females, adorable and heeled for exercise class at ten. It's 9:45 now.”

Lilly turned and preened in the mirror.

“Robe for your stroll?” The closet door opened to reveal a white terry cloth robe. “Just follow the path down to the dance studio. I’ll blink lights along the way to show you. Have fun with it.”

* * * *

Dan knew the way to Nick’s. His office was in the original wooden craftsman hotel. Crystal was at her station as he entered, attired now in a simple gray dress. She rose and offered him iced tea. He accepted and found himself drinking her in as well. Dan never denied himself the pleasure of a pretty girl, but he also never touched. Not even once. He wanted Lilly: happy, well, and his.

The door to Nick’s inner office was closed. He recognized the calligraphy on the door as Confucian. It translated roughly to Harmony is the goal, Order the way, Knowledge the key. According to the ancient masters of Chinese philosophy, every wise relationship has a dominant and a (or many) submissive(s), each knowing his or her place, making harmony possible.

Dan wished it was that easy.

The door opened. Dan saw Grace from the morning meditation emerge. “Thank you, Doctor,” he heard her say, and she gave Nick a kiss on the cheek.

She saw him and straightened her skirt, smiling through a teary face.

“I’m so glad you have joined us,” she said to Dan on the way out.

“That was lovely this morning,” he replied. “Nice way to start the day.”

Nick shut the door behind them as Dan entered his inner office and sat on the couch.

“Is she sad? He asked.

“She has her issues, “Nick replied. “You will understand that; secrets here are rare. We all get to know each other’s lives intimately. Ask her sometime; it’s good for you both to talk things through.

“We have a chat this morning, then a little trip, and then more chat, OK?”

Dan nodded.

Looking straight at Dan, Nick said, “Tell me about behinds?”

Dan waited for words to emerge. “Ladies?”

“As you wish.”

“You have read my correspondence with your departed wife.”

“Often when I ask questions, it is not because I don’t already know,” he replied.

“You’re the doctor.”

“True, so...”

“I love them,” Dan said.

“Continue.”

“I love through them.”

“Perfectly honest. What more?”

“I love Lilly, and know in my heart if I could reach her through her behind, all could be well with us.”

“So, who is the fault with?” Nick concluded. “Don’t answer. It’s time to go.”

Nick led Dan out of his office, past Crystal’s now vacant desk, and through the main hotel. At the rear, they came to a small theater. They sat; Nick lowered the lights. A blackout drape drew open. Dan could see they were looking at a dance recital room. Mirrors and bars across two walls. Melissa, still in red, was alone. She looked at them through the glass, then opened the door. Ladies of the Center filed in. 10:00 on the dot. Woe to she who arrived late. No one this day dared.

* * * *

Lilly felt rather overwhelmed. Fifteen women gathered around; more company than she had been in for the year prior to this experience. There were sitting benches in the corridor, yet no one sat. The women were limbering for intense exercise ahead, some hanging from stall bars mounted on one wall of the narrow space. Lilly retreated into her head.

When the double doors opened, Grace came up to Lilly and squeezed her hand. “Best foot forward and discover the fun of it,” she coached.

As instructed, everyone had heels. Low, with one exception. Melissa, striking, long-haired brunette, wore real stiletto heels, easily three inches. She was high-stepping a march to their entry in exaggerated movement, showing off her towering ability.

Everyone seemed to know where to go. Why was that? A woman nearby, it was Crystal she recognized, put an arm around Lilly and showed her. On the wooden floor were colored dots, like gym class.

Lilly counted, fifteen women all knowing their floor place. “Ahem,” the leader said. Lilly noticed that everyone else had their eyes forward at attention. Lilly sheepishly followed suit.

Melissa regarded them, like an officer inspecting the troops.

“Kimster,” she pronounced.

Three dots down the beautiful Vietnamese young woman stepped forward. She moved to the center of the room. Without further instruction, she unfastened and dropped her robe. A boy dressed in green who Lilly had not noticed before crossed the room, retrieved her garment, and hung it on a hanger color-coded to her dot.

“Adorable” is all Lilly could see in this unrobed twenty-something with hair as striking as Crystal’s; naturally straight, long and jet black, her face framed in vibrant purple. A babe in a baby doll and sparkly heels, shoulders back, abs pulled in, behind pushed out, she was jeweled in a gaudy, flashy way, all fun and glam, and the smile on her face was full of commitment. She indeed was ready to do her best in this presentation Olympic.

“Back to the bar, lovely one,” said Melissa. She pointed to a box of cubbies. Kim glided gracefully to it and inserted her shoes, removing a pair of grippy socks which she slid on. She then high-marched in baby steps, back to her spot at the bar.

Melissa next called forth Crystal. She was wearing simple, elegant silver pumps, and a gray crossover Athleta dress. Lilly loved the look of her - willing herself to be joyful enough to wear such frivolity. Crystal pulled the covering off like a striptease, revealing a hot-pink, stretch knit mini skirt, hugging her high, toned ass. On top, a matching athletic bra, with a loose see-through cotton tank in silver and pink tones. Her hair was swept into two ponytails, with silver bauble ties. She too displayed a beautiful posture. “Adorable enough, mistress?” she purred in a challenging sort of way. Melissa unclipped a small red leather strap from her waist and instructed her to bend at the waist and touch the floor. Crystal did a perfect downward dog stretch. Lilly's eyes widened as Melissa walked behind her and ran her hand sensuously up Crystal’s inner thigh, stroking her intimately and then briskly gave her a quick smack with the strap on each butt cheek. “Watch the cheekiness, youngster,” she replied. Crystal bent her knees, walked her hands toward her feet, and rolled to standing. Melissa pointed to the cubbies again, and Crystal gracefully slid there, inserted her shoes in an empty cubby, and returned to her spot at the bar.

Melissa called each of the girls in turn. “Lilly,” she finally called.

Lilly stepped up and just froze. She knew she, too, should perform an adorable stripping. She meant to prance in her pink finery, but she just froze. Nothing. Jessica from the shop came to her aid, helping her to lose the robe and trade shoes for socks, then move to the bar. No adorable show from her this day. Lilly found herself missing her bottle of head-shrinking pills. Would Doc give them back? She’d pop one now.

* * * *

“So, what did you see?” Nick asked.

“Wow.” Dan literally had his tongue out. “May I take it they cannot see us drooling?”

Nick smiled slightly. “Glad to have entertained you. I don’t drool. Glass is one-way. And it's not what I meant anyway.”

“About Lilly.” He looked more serious.

“That is why you joined us, I believe.”

Dan shook his head. “She just couldn’t.”

“Yes, but why and how to help. Keep watching.”

* * * *

Melissa began leading the class in high-step aerobics. All the while she coached the women to attack what they were doing with gusto. They followed her lead in a frenzy of stretch and twist, ass out, abdomen in, play.

One young bride, Susan, missed the step and found herself twisted opposite to the class. Melissa smiled and treated her misplaced rump to two strokes of the crop; delivered and taken with smiling good humor.

Melissa gently corrected Lilly. She was new, and kindness would work better than discipline for now.

“Tomorrow's assignment is sweetly submissive to bring a spanking to happy conclusion. Plan ahead, ladies,” Melissa said as she dismissed the class for the day.

* * * *

Dan felt each light stroke of the crop as a surge of electricity running from his eyes to his c**k. After the sexuality came awareness. He had never swung such an implement. Why? Lilly loved him and wanted him sexually fulfilled, so again why?

Nick pressed a button and the curtains closed, lights on.

“You have a beautiful wife,” Nick opened.

“Yes,” he agreed. Many of the other women were more model-like. But Dan saw the ache, complexity, and love in Lilly. He wanted no other mate.

“So why doesn't she perform?”

Dan shrugged. “Not yet comfortable enough?”

“How does she perform for you then in private?”

Dan didn’t need to say it. She had never stripped and presented her adorable self to him. Somehow her thirst for a baby had turned s*x into her desperation for procreation. Once procreation was gone, s*x ended as well.

“Tell me what you hope a spanking should achieve,” Nick inquired.

Funny, Dan had fantasized since his early teens about pinking delightful, rounded feminine bottoms. How could he, cerebral to a fault, not have an answer?

Nick understood about digging into a patient's consciousness. He knew with expertise how to probe. He mined people’s thoughts with uncanny precision.

“One-word answers,” he led.

He waited, then coached again.

“Free associate. Let it flow through you. “

Still silence.

“Clear your mind. Eyes closed.”

Calmest tone. “Now visualize a lake at night, shimmering in the moonlight.”

Nick waited to see signs that Dan’s mind had stilled.

“Now stretch a lady’s bottom across your lap in the most traditional spanking position.”

Dan had gone to such visualization so many times, usually c**k in hand, joint in mouth. With Lilly of course, but in his lust fantasies so much more.

“I”

No clear words yet.

“One-word answers. What is the gift of a spanking-enhanced love?”

“Lust?” The word drifted like a question from him.

“Own that. Now say more,” the doctor coached.

“Possession.” Dan was feeling his mind gurgling the truth forward.

“Commitment,”

“Growth”

“Male and female primal.”

“Keeping it simple; basic feelings,” Doc coached.

“Submission.” With that, Dan’s eyes popped open. Enough free association. The mind only stretches so far at any moment.

Nick changed tactics.

“Should I spank you?”

Nick had Dan’s full attention.

“You have as much lover’s block as your wife. So, you tell me. Should I discipline you? Is that the best way to snap you into life?”

Dan simply was wordless.

“Do you imagine I’m an ineffective spanker?” There was a lilt in Doc’s voice.

Dan suddenly had a memory of an online chat with Cheeky.

“Wow, for a nice guy, you just couldn’t believe how great my hubby is at spanking. I’ve seen grown-ups bawling for half an hour. Bathed in self-awareness from ass to heart. I never disobey him twice, well...,” she corrected, “almost never.”

“So, should he?” Dan pondered, confused.

“I want you to visualize if I did spank you,” Doc said.

“I would stand you before me, slowly stripping you, working your submissive consciousness.”

Dan found it surprisingly easy and natural to visualize.

“I’d draw you to your own feminine side. We all have them,” he added.

“I’d have you presenting yourself in full knowledge of the solemnness of your vulnerability. Now, in just such a moment, what does Lilly need?”

Dan knew she needed him. Strong, lusty, and her commanding husband. Someone who put lust and appetite into their lives and let her reach her most beautiful womanhood.

Doc rose. “Enough session for today. I assigned you an hour’s meditation. Go find the hot pool and soak it all in. Later hit the gym. You need to build strength just as much as Lilly. I will have dinner sent to your cabin at six. You two take time to be alone tonight. There is much to do before you can achieve a heightened connection.”

Lilly understood battling depression. Hence the lunch, set before her on the communal patio, consisting of eight red strawberries dipped in sweet yogurt, a slice of chocolate cake, and a double-sweet iced chai. All sometimes effective, all hopelessly outclassed by her sense of failure.

A couple approached. Lilly hoped they would sit at one of the vacant tables over by the edge.

“May we please?”

Lilly recognized the young woman Melissa called Kimster. Lilly smiled her consent. “Even bad at saying no,” she thought.

“I’m Frank,” her companion said. Lilly recognized him as the same man who caressed Kim as Nick read her diary entry.

“Hi”

“How are you adjusting to life in this strange land?”

Lilly didn't answer.

Wanting to say something, she uttered, “So is your name really Kimster?”

The young woman smiled. “Kim, really.” Her smile was so bright and sweet. Lilly suppressed wanting to smack her.

Like Lilly, Kim had changed after gym for lunch. She was a little toned down from her sparkly baby doll, but just a little. “Was she always perfectly on?” Lilly tried to focus on a strawberry, even as she noticed pretty Kim only had a healthy salad for lunch. That made her feel even worse.

Kim put her food down on the table. “This place is special. Give it time to work on you.”

Lilly accepted that was meant to be consoling, but she didn’t want to talk about her gym failure.

“Did you two arrive as a couple?” she asked, steering the conversation away from herself.

Kim and Frank held each other’s gaze and smiled.

“Sort of,” Kim said.

“Sort of not,” Frank added.

Lilly got a little curious, enough to stop attacking the sweets.

“Not married, I presume,” she prompted.

“Not for lack of trying,” Kim coyly responded, displaying the lack of a ring on her finger. “Kimster is my online name,” she added.

“Ah,” Lilly said. “That web chat thing, alt.erotica. Dan is in that; did you know him?”

“I think so,” Frank said. “You understand we never met each other. It’s a chat room.”

“But,” Kimster continued, “We are all adults who shared a belief that there was something in Dom/Sub spanking love that we wanted.”

“Are you an adult?” Frank asked. “I’ll have to make a note of that.” Then he got serious. “After three failed marriages, I came to admit, getting love right is essential to me. No more mistakes. I’d rather be alone than do that again.”

“So how did you get here?” Lilly inquired.

Kim blushed. Good, she’s vulnerable after all. Lilly was feeling a tad better.

“That’s perhaps my doing,” Frank said. “At least I’m the one who contacted the famous Dr. Nick. Someone on the chat site, I think named Tony, spoke to me about it. Said I should reach out to him.”

Looking at Kim, Lilly said, “You don’t seem depressed or at all sexually frustrated. What do you want Doc for?”

“The good doctor is the spanker’s physician. I’m not interested in another divorce,” Frank explained to her. “So, I rented one of those pricey cabins like yours for the year and invited Kimster to be my guest and meet for real.”

“I flirted with him online for half a year, but we never actually met,” she added.

Frank touched her hand. “She had me looking forward to her saucy notes as the sweet part of my busy business day, but I just couldn't face the idea of another failed marriage. Wife number two presented herself as spankee, but once the honeymoon was over, it was over. I need to know if it's all real.”

“Is it?” Lilly asked, realizing that might be too forward.

She was sorry she asked. She hadn’t meant to cause harm.

“We shall see, “Frank said. Kim looked down and bit her lip. Was she praying?

“We have a year here, at the end of which Dr. Nick promises us his conclusion. If he says we are reaching the real thing, absolutely.” Frank reached for Kim’s hand. There was love there. Lilly found herself hoping for them.

Also hoping for herself, and Dan. Why is everything complicated?

* * * *

Dan let the resort waters work on him as they had for weary and spiritually seeking visitors for over a hundred years. Back and forth, going from hot to cold, to warm and repeat for most of two hours. When done, he redressed in his morning meditation sweats, had a gym work out, and then strolled to his cabin.

“Music?” Cheeky asked as he entered. Everything was neatly put away in the cabin, beds made.

“Sure,” Dan replied. Cheeky found something new age and primal, fit for the modern, glassed-in cabin built on stilts among the trees.

“Does the cleanup team only show up when we're not about?” He only half expected an answer.

“Some clever computer keeps everything very well coordinated,” she replied.

Dan found himself contemplating. “Some computer? You are that computer, right?”

“Guilty as charged. “

Dan thought about it. “So, who programmed you, and why Cheeky?”

“Ahem,” she answered.

“How long after the real Cheeky’s death?”

“AHEM”

The computer screen appeared and turned itself onto an obituary. Dan started reading. Real name Rachael..., software engineer in AI at MIT, married to Harvard Professor Doctor Nick…. ALS, one year’s degenerative battle…. 44 years…. Services at Temple Beth El…

The answer occurred to Dan. “So, Rachael programmed you?”

“Everyone wants a memento left behind,” she said. “Now shall we get you ready for an evening of intimacy?” His closet door opened. No meditation sweats tonight.

Dan paused. “It’s you who sent me notes?”

“Guilty as charged.”

“Why?”

“Here is where you need to be.”

* * * *

Kim and Crystal got on great. Both enjoyed the comradery with another girl of the same generation. Crystal did have some filing work that should get done. She had been in sessions maybe a half dozen times over getting all her chores accomplished, and really, she was improving. When her grandmaman wrote her out of the family trust, dropped her by a chauffeur-driven car at the Center, she clearly understood that only a full positive evaluation would restore her to family grace and fortune. She arrived a full-on, spoiled, rich brat. Now? “Work in progress” Doc might say in his notes. But she let the work stay on her desk; a girl chat with Kim was just too delicious to miss.

Doc was in with Frank just now. The two of them had a chat encounter every week, starting before he brought Kim. So far it had never run over its allotted thirty minutes. And it was fun to have girlfriend time. The two of them stood by the window. Pampered Crystal, drop-dead gorgeous street girl Kim, talking about this bold new world.

“So, what do you think of the new one, Lilly?” Kim asked.

“She needs love.” Crystal’s reply was both kind and honest, the very person she was becoming at the Center. At one time, just weeks ago, she would have meanly put down someone not quite performing, but a few weeks at the Center can be a very significant experience. She was on the way to finding her inner beauty. Just what Grandmaman had hoped and paid for.

The door opened. Frank stepped out. Kim half crossed the room to intersect him. He hugged her tight, then gave one stroke to her round, full ass. “He’s a smart guy,” Frank spoke, truly taken by what Nick understood. “Your turn, babe. I’m off to take the waters, as per Doc’s instructions.” He waved bye at Crystal, who smiled her farewell.

Kim closed the door behind her and took to the couch. She wasn’t afraid. She had done everything the big three had asked of her: Melissa, Doc, and Frank, the three with paddle privileges. “Every instruction met; this gig is going great; I’m getting my rich man,” would summarize her position.

Doc looked at her. It made Kim just a little insecure, like he was seeing something more than should be seen.

“So, you two met online, right?” Doc asked,

“Yes, you know that.”

“I do, so why was Frank there?”

“He was just in with you?” Doc can ask some funny questions.

“Please answer.”

“He wants a wife who’s a match to him, you know, all the big and little ways he wants to, I guess, needs to, love a woman.” That seemed fair to Kim.

“So, he was looking for you?”

She paused. “Yeah, you put that great. Yeah.”

“So, you stand by all you said online?”

Kim thought about Kimster. She felt comfortable about it. Frank expressed the ways he wanted a woman. She encouraged him to express and expect all he needed. He in person proved to be just so. Rich and horny, exacting in bed. She was down with the package. “Yep.”

“Cheeky,” Nick called.

“Yes, Doctor,” the computer replied.

“Put up on the screen typical lines from Kimster and Frank, known online as OTKguy.”

Kim knew the computer was kind of special. Wonderful at finding missing earrings. But she had no idea it could do that sort of thing. Spooky.

Lines appeared, Kim read to herself a bit.

OTKGUY “The woman who gets me is going to give herself to love, meaningful body forward love.”

KIMSTER “I certainly understand, sir, but how to find someone so right?”

There was a lot more such courting banter.

“I’ve tried to live up to all that,” she said proudly.

“I know you have,” Doc said.

“So, we have your blessing?!” Kim couldn’t believe her fortune. Frank said a year, but Doc so understood after just a few weeks.

“Well, there is considerably more.”

Kim tried to understand.

“Cheeky, now put up typical lines from the foot fetish site.”

The screen again lit up. A dialogue from a man very similar to Frank, but he was talking about loving women’s feet. Kim by another name, Redtoes, said, “How can I find someone just like you?”

Kim was stunned.

How did they know how to do this? Aren't these things private or something? It’s in the Constitution….

“Shall we continue?” Nick asked. “The next one I think should be the bondage chatter.”

“So,” Kim defended. “I like to s*x chat. It’s all before Frank and I met.”

“Yes,” he agreed. “But which is the real you?”

Kim was silent; her brain felt cloudy.

“I note they all represent themselves as financially secure older men with strong s****l needs looking for female compatibility.”

“Why can’t you say love?”

“Love then. I more than most know it comes in oh-so many forms.” Doc was watching her intently. “But you’re saying you can be all those things.”

“I’m trying it on,” she countered. “It’s not real until you actually meet someone.”

“It is real to Frank, I’m afraid. He hopes in his heart that you are a person who can experience the beauty, passion, eros, and order that spankings bring to so few fortunate couples.”

“I’m learning. Honestly, I am. He spanks me, really. Hard sometimes.”

“Do you know what a spanking is?” Doc’s questions just get more peculiar.

“I think I knew that at age five.”

“Did you?” Nick seemed pleased with that answer. First time today.

“What was it at five?”

“Surrendering myself to someone who loved me for my benefit?”

“And now?”

“Pleasing a guy?” she answered, her voice trailing off.

Nick just put his hands to his head and paused, thinking.

“You knew more at five then as a grown woman. We have much work to do.” He resolved, writing in his notes.

Puzzled, Kim let herself out. Crystal, doing the filing, saw her and knew the look of someone done with a trying Doc session. Best left alone.

* * * *

Kim knew that tone. The tone of trouble. Frank talked to his managers the way he talked to his ex-wives. She sat on the bed in a plush robe combing her hair and trying to be small to offset his angry mass.

“I’m telling you, it took two teams for that pour alone. We’re on contract for $5000 a day if it's not done by Tuesday. Who’s gonna pay, huh? You?”

Pause.

“Yep, so no back talk, two shifts, twelve hours, no excuses. What else?”

Kim imagined the person on the line, like taking a spanking but without the promise of marriage. Jobs suck, and she was determined to make her life work the old true way. Her grandmother had succeeded as a courtesan in the old Hue era, lover to a French colonialist. He helped her and Kim’s mother to escape as the Japanese took their turn raping the country. That lineage and escape were real to her. Woven into her.

“Just tell them I’m here for a year, but anyone who thinks they’re getting away with this s**t might as well look for another job, got it!?

“Okay then, I expect a report from all of you every day. I’m working on something here, but I got my eyes on my company. Tell me again whose company it is? …. That’s right. So no more screw-ups.” He hung up decisively.

Kim took that as her cue to cross to him where he was seated on the bed and press her silk-wrapped woman body against him tight. She maneuvered her neck for a kiss.

Just for a moment, he wrapped a strong arm around her lithe waist and pulled her statuesque body in a good way.

The cell beeped. They both looked down to see it was from his second wife, the one who lasted with him a full two years, got remarried, and now was divorced again. “Go away,” Kim thought. Frank, knocked the phone across the room with his left arm. She very well might want him back now, but Frank was not much for forgiveness.

A work phone call, an ex-wife text, a robed girl. Frank’s ever-present spank button has been pushed. Flame of a primal nature consumed him and reached out to envelope her.

Kim could feel the strength and directness in his arms. No fight from her as he directed her ass across his clothed lap.

A firm sweep of his full arm tossed the hem of her robe straight upward. Two tours as a marine in Iraq had taught Frank that direct physical action is way better than gab at getting it done. His right hand reached powerfully into cheek flesh to grab and direct. Kim sucked a bit of breath in response and preparation.

“Nothing pisses me off like disrespect,” he declared while landing a first real spank on her exposed, lovely, lustrous, vulnerable, yellow bottom flesh.

“Yes, Frank,” she responded, not sure if she was spoken to. Who then is being disrespectful to her Frank? And why is she spanked for it?

“A man has got to own what is his.”

It's not that she would have argued. But each word was given exclamation by marine fitness-worthy hand spanks. Kim just couldn’t give the spoken words their full meaning as her targeted rump took on a saturated hue and increasingly owned her consciousness. Frank had anger issues before his tour in Iraq. Growing up black in gang-ridden, gun-soaked, abusive police Philadelphia, anger was needed just to survive. But in Iraq, as a top sergeant with his marines dying for a war that was nothing more or less than an i***t President’s dumb error, that’s when his anger became a force like some demon living inside. Nothing like a good bare bottom spanking gave expression to that demon.

He heaved her up with two strong arms. The smallness of her accented by the big strong meanness of him. Minimal exertion brought her robe to the floor. He did not pause to adore the beauty of her naked submission. Arms again manhandled her, lifting her over his lap to a deep, helpless spank position. The left arm rested across her waist in that “no-nonsense from you, young lady” grip. His right leg snaked across her thin ankles and formed a vise. As she was pinned, Kim’s ass formed perfect globes of a vulnerable heart-shaped bottom flesh target.

And so Frank laid in. Right center with a long full swing. Sound reverberating in the room. An “oh” from Kim she barely realized she expressed. Two then to the sister cheek. Not nearly enough time after the first for it to yield its rich effect. The girl squirmed, thighs undulating responsively.

But neither the sweetness nor the responsiveness to his spank reached Frank. Anger button pushed, shut down subtle consciousness, he was in this for getting his bad spank out.

His big, black, meaty hand found the soft, sensitive center of her presented bottom. Each stroke a stinging experience to the pinned girl. Twenty to her credit landed without supplication.

She uttered a precious word. “Please.”

How priceless, one of the many blessed words of submission.

Lost on her man, who was lost in his life-experience anger.

Hand pattern changed to cover the fullness of her mounds. Lower, middle, wrap around to each side, then just where the curvature of thigh meets the mound of ass, his hand landed and struck again. She was now in full lamentation dance motion, knees scissor-kicking in her pinned positions as pain evoked a response. Her behind reaching a glowing, magenta perfection.

Thank god for Frank’s c**k.

Rock hard it demanded attention, breaking his spank, and releasing the anger button.

He lifted her to a doggy position on the bed, entering and pounding until he achieved release.

They both collapsed onto the bed. Tiredness holding them mostly still.

A drawer opened on its own in the cabinetry.

Kim looked in to see creams and oils.

“Please,” she said again.

For the first time in hours Frank, smiled.

“Of course, baby girl. You’ve got this coming.”

He reached for a jar of cream and scooped a quarter of its contents into his hands. He rubbed his strong raw hands into the glob of cream and brought them tenderly to her inflamed cheeks, soothing her, not unkindly.

He ended a real spanking tenderly, but there was no deep spank magic just yet.

* * * *

At six, a knock discreetly drew attention to the door. By the time Dan opened it, no one was there. Just a lovely cart which he wheeled to their sitting room. A cut flower, lit candles, service for two of salad, bread, oyster stew, and a half carafe of red wine.

“Lilly dear, I think dinner is served.” She emerged, dressed in a comfy beige sweater and no bottoms other than pink panties. “Wow, they try hard for us,’ she remarked.

Dan pulled a chair for her to the cart and sat himself in the comfy chaise.

They ate, trying to make their way to conversation but not quite making it.

Satisfied, he waited for her to finish.

Lips gave themselves to the last of the wine.

“Do you want me?” she asked.

“You know I do,” he said.

She came over to sit beside him.

“Care to tell me about dance today,” he began.

She didn’t. “The girls here are amazing.”

He paused. “We can be amazing.”

She looked down, not feeling very amazing.

“You are beautiful,” he coached.

“I think real beauty is a thing within,” she said as much to herself.

“You can be beautiful within. I want to help.” He caressed her cheek.

“I want to please you. I believe in our marriage. It is actually all I believe in now.”

She tried to press against him, faltering.

He tried to lead her, failing.

She desired to give herself, not feeling it just right.

He wanted to take her, wanted to love her in a bountiful flesh-and-heart way.

She wanted to be bountifully loved.

Can they couple?

Not just now. Dan knew that harmony and commitment were the keys to their emotional growth. But that lack of growth was also why they just couldn’t.

She began to cry softly, at the sadness of it all. They should be the luckiest of people. He had needs as a man she could fulfill as his woman. She wanted to be deeply loved and taken. There could be magic. They had tried before.

Sadness washed over them.

“It has to do with the baby, right?” She nodded through tears.

“And your own childhood?”

She nodded again. Lilly had been adopted by loving parents. Like many adoptees, she wasn’t sure she could be truly loved. If someone gave her up, won’t everyone? Including Dan? How could she be truly his, the way Dan craved? Spankings are an emotional achievement. She just couldn’t.

They held each other, neither advancing to love nor retreating to loneliness.

Somewhere there was the sound of water running.

Then another discrete knock at the door.

“Who could that be?”

“It’s dessert,” Cheeky said.

“We didn’t order dessert,” Dan replied.

“For in the bathtub. It’s warm and bubbly,” Cheeky instructed.

“Perfect,” Lilly said as she brought a second cart in from the porch. Two vanilla sundaes with cherry sauce!

They took to the stone bath, lying naked together with sweet confections in hand. Tears stopped, and relaxed conversation began.

After the bath, she lay naked on the plush covering of the bed. She was so lovely, fragile, wounded.

A drawer slid open presenting the would-be lovers with oils and creams.

“We are here to grow together,” he whispered, reaching into the drawer.

“I know, and I want to be the lover you want.” She tried to smile.

“Try tomorrow?” he asked of her.

“And each day, husband.”

He knew she needed time and patience. She could have both. He crawled up next to her with massage oil and dribbled it on her warm belly. He rubbed it into her generous breasts, and she closed her eyes and moaned. He rubbed oil down her inner thighs and watched her open for him. He stroked her sensuously until he saw her c******s strain to meet his fingers. He wrapped his arms around her and licked that pretty c**t until she shuddered with release.

Later she took his c**k in hand and stroked him off. “I will become what you need me to be. It takes time,” she promised.

“We have time,” he said. “I will never leave you. Just try and become happily mine.”

Dan and Lilly came to the Center searching for the passionate fire that made life bold. Mutual m**********n was hardly the prize. But their love was tender if not fiery, and they slept spooned together, hoping tomorrow to be a better day.

Lilly found herself saying, “Goodnight,” to Cheeky.

* * * *

“We don’t need that, Z,” Grace said as she ran her fingers along his bald scalp.

“It makes us super,” he said as he finished the concoction of hashish and oxy that was his own mix. “Junk,” as he called it.

She took a hit as he handed it to her. Instantly, two forces rose in her, a fire of lust and an earthquake of dread.

She kissed him deeply. “You know we are here not to do trouble.”

“I know just how to handle you, missy.” And he did, spinning her around and finding her voluptuous purple G-stringed, rounded ass.

If every spanking and spanker is its own journey, A Z to Grace spanking was passion, to say the least.

She surrendered to her flesh. He accelerated the hand strokes as she gyrated to his beat.

“Owwww.”

He rotated her, freeing her from her tee, to let her lovely breasts fall between them, kissing her openmouthed once, then positioning her, ass surrendering to him as he reached the brush.

A song of passion and a dance of lust filled her as the mighty hairbrush began transforming her bottom flesh to fire.

“Ahhnanna.”

“Yes, babe.” The love spank lamentation song, always fresh and different. So alive.

He found her with his probing fingers. So wet. Twenty more strokes as one hand made sure the hairbrush sting worked its way to p***y slit juice.

They f****d to make the whole earth fall away. Two lovers locked in a drugged, spanked, passionate embrace.

Orgasms took her, once, twice…. more.

The thinness of him against the curved flesh of her, every position, sliding seamlessly, all the while her ass pink to a lusty perfection, his hands exploring all her submissive-loving, aroused womanhood.

Finally, they rested. He slept.

She cried softly in his arms. Finally extricating herself to sit in the chair and breathe. She loved him without limit. But how to help him?

The front door of their cabin opened to allow the corgi Kiki entry.

Dog found woman in the crying chair and climbed to her lap, licking Grace’s tears away, again. The end of another spanking. Still no magic.

* * * *

Nick felt definitively comfy. And why not, wrapped in his thick robe, his modest pour of scotch on the table, fire on in his suite two floors up in the original craftsman hotel. He was looking at the day’s notes, deciding that Z, Dan and Lilly, and Frank were the priorities to session tomorrow. He left the three files on his table, knowing Cheeky would scan them and set it all up, notifying the parties and delivering a copy to Crystal.

“Good night children,” her voice whispered through the system.

Nick believed he was the only one who waited up to hear from her. Cheeky spoke those words each night. He drained his scotch in loving salute. Her words brought comfort to him. He missed her, of course, the soft flesh of a companion to sleep beside. But he knew she never had left him. Pictures of her decorated his room. They never had biological children together, but members of the Center were their children. Cheeky’s benediction came as her sensors reported all were tucked in for the night. Moments later Kiki entered and settled in at his feet as he rested in bed, giving a two-fingered kiss to his wife’s picture. There was no need for night sentries. Cheeky’s sensors watched over them all.