Cheeky's Legacy

Day Three

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

“To each their own.” Cheeky calculated. Music began in the cabins. She had determined the needed minutes each required before starting the trek to the dawn greeting grounds. If anyone was late, that time would be automatically added to the next wake-up. So, who’s the real disciplinarian here? Cheeky had programmed herself to be one of the leadership team. No spanking power, but those who disappointed her might find themselves well chastised. Sudden cold shower, children?

* * * *

Kim awoke to the sound of the blues. Opening her eyes, she saw Frank going over the day’s progress back at his company in Philadelphia. He held the tablet in a grip as though he was wrestling with it. She watched him a moment, hoping for insight on how to make everything right.

“Morning babe,” he said as he became aware of her attention.

She smiled. “Today I’m doing my best.”

He released the pad, came over, and gave her right cheek a squeeze. “I know you will.”

* * * *

By the time Lilly awoke to new age chimes, Dan was out of bed on his laptop. He was also not good at enjoying the relaxed, inner peacefulness. He scanned recidivism records, hoping that something worked. In corrections, nothing did. He never found the voice to state the obvious. All of the corrections were a fraud, built on a faulty prison model foundation. Cheeky again started coffee and presented their morning garb. It would be a learning day for the new, not exactly happy couple.

* * * *

At the hotel, Cheeky woke the couples first. She calculated that two to a room needed an extra five minutes to report. Z and Grace woke to percussions set to a thunderstorm. Cheeky did indeed have Z’s number. He reached for Grace first for a morning cuddle that delightfully was a reason why it took most couples extra time to get up and out.

As usual, Nick awoke to “morning dear.” He smiled at the sound. He had the least dead wife of all widowers, and he knew it. “I want Grace and Lilly to have time together,” he instructed.

”Noted,” Cheeky replied. “Assignment?”

“Hmm,” the retired prof thought. “An essay, composed together. What do we two have meaningfully in common and in difference?”

“When would you like it?”

“Read it to me with tea this afternoon.”

Cheeky signed off with the Beatles. She knew her lover man and delighted in keeping him moving forward. With the music, she also opened the door to the hallway. Kiki bound up and out, a ball of fur in joyful motion. Cook would have her breakfast nicely prepared and waiting for her by the rear basement door.

One person was up well before morning exercise. Jaap, ever the perfectionist, was measuring the BBQ grounds. In his cart were the many laser projectors and sound speakers of his craft. Jaap took his status as resident artist and craftsman seriously. Wireless and hidden, his boxes would put dazzle into the evening festivities.

* * * *

The community assembled on the decking overlooking the Ventana range. Grace led the meditation, dressed in her morning whites. “Take your time, my people. Find the best of the morning, use that spirit to grace your day.”

Nick came forward, tablet in hand. “There’s an article in “Psych Studies.” It seems every culture on the planet believed in some form of intimate discipline as part of family life. So, is what we are about new age or traditional? How did so much of the world lose their deep intimacy? Those of you who have appointments with me today can give their answer in person; otherwise send it in for my benefit.” He nodded to Melissa, who smiled large and sly.

“Okay, ladies, pick up your packages by name with Jessica after breakfast. Dressed by ten. I’m calling role.” Everyone knew that comment had to do with her plans.

After breakfast, Lilly collected her package and walked directly to her cabin. Dan was typing on his tablet. The cabin screen showed that Dan had an afternoon session with Doc. Lilly had 11:30 at the grotto pool.

Dan chuckled as Lilly opened her package. Red tartan short skirt, thigh-high black stockings, white cotton shirt, pink cotton panties. Yep, a school girl sexy uniform. Keds lace-up sneakers, too.

Lilly saw that everyone was compatibly attired as she arrived at gym class. Kim was all in green and white dress, with a cute short tie around her neck, full of smiles and humor.

“I want you just like this for tonight's show.” Melissa beamed, obviously pleased with her cast. All the ladies found a dot on the floor.

First came the jumping jacks. Melissa strutted around, dressed as a provocative school matron, riding crop in hand patted softly against her palm. Arms and legs flew out in the spirit of girl’s calisthenics.

Then came plank. Each classmate struggling to be taut and still, abs contracted, behind high.

“Don’t forget to breathe, darlings. We are practicing for the show ahead. Woe to all if we can’t have the Doms very amused.”

“Now, ladies, we are reciting. Whoever is tapped with the crop is to emote and speak words to end a spanking delightfully. Any questions?” No one dared.

Crop swung out with more than a tap on Jessica’s bare thigh.

“Oh darling, you make your point so-oo forcefully.” She squirmed to sell it.

“Very good, “Melissa complemented. And it was; everyone knew it.

The crop next found Crystal, “Oh sir, I’ll be good, I really, truly promise.”

“Yes, you will, “Melissa agreed.

After a short rest, they played another round. This time with the submissive performing around the world plank position. Buttocks and thighs rotated as the crop found its mark.

“Oh dear, I’ll be thinking of my behavior every time I sit for days,” a pretty brunette purred.

Lilly noticed she had not been called on even once. On the way out, Melissa put an arm around her. “It’s your choice tonight. All the girls will amuse the community. Let me know if you are ready to play.”

“I will. Thanks for asking. You know I do want to,” Lilly said. Melissa gave her a squeeze and walked out.

A boy dressed in green came up to Lilly. “Hi, I’m Pedro.”

“Hello,” she responded. “What do you do here?”

“Mostly I mess up, then clean up,” he moaned and began the chore of cleaning the dance hall.

Lilly was about to say, “I mostly mess up too.” But she stopped herself.

No. “Today is the day I try my best.” She patted his arm and walked out to meet her day.

“Good luck,” he wished her.

* * * *

“Did you read it?” Nick asked, sitting in his big chair, Frank taking up most of the two-person couch across from him.

“Some,” Frank answered. He had, in fact, flipped through the assigned article while waiting for his appointment. He read about relationship discipline as practiced in Imperial China, Ottoman Empire, Japan, pre-reformation Europe, England, etc.

“What did you think?”

Frank pondered, “True love always was impossible?” Frank concluded.

“What makes you say that,” Nick asked while writing a note.

“So, I read it. Guys in every culture spank to get women to behave. But they don’t. Where’s the real love in that?”

Nick paused. Frank had a point.

“Do you believe in love, Frank?”

“Want to, Doc, but it seems to me it's like miracles and magic. I hear about it but seen it? Nope.”

“Maybe you need to open your eyes.”

“I say it as I see it, Doc. Most married people, it’s like they’re in a fog. All the life sucked out of them. Is that love? Lilly strikes me that way. Sad.”

“Don’t give up on them. We’re just starting our magic. I predict a miracle, soon.”

That deepened Frank’s attention. “And Kim and me?”

“Like my other patients, a work in progress.”

“So, if I wanted the real thing, would I need to give up spankings?”

“No,” Doc answered, “You couldn’t even if you tried. Spank is at the core of you. Learn to make your gift a blessing for you both. More important than ever, you know spankings put the lust in your life. Make it a powerful, loving life experience.”

Frank was visibly relieved.

“But,” Doc added.

Frank waited, thinking why can’t there just be a submissive butt?

“First, you must admit there are such things as love, miracles, and magic. Look around. You can find all three.”

Frank had been at the Center a whole month now. Some of the place had already seeped in, whether he knew it or not. “Not arguing the point just now. Second?”

Doc spoke slowly, knowing he was truly being heard.

“Your spankings must become truly meaningful.”

“My spankings are that. Ask her about last night.”

“She will tell me she took it.”

“She did.”

“But that’s just it. If she is just taking it, it’s meaningless.”

Pensively, Frank asked, “How you figure that, Doc?”

Nick touched Frank’s knee with his hand. “Did she feel your love in it? Did you find your love? Did she grow from your spanking? Did you give her the chance to express her beauty? Did you have any real idea of the magic possible in full true man and woman intimacy? Can you become your own miracle? Can you take her submission and return loving commitment? Can you make the spanking only about her, not your ex-wives, the Iraq War, Philadelphia gangs, or your company?”

Nick stopped. He had an acute sense of just how much a mind can hold at any one moment. Frank was saturated. Doc insisted on yearlong contracts precisely because each day had its limit.

“Cheeky will find you at the waters with a copy of today's questions. You are to soak for an hour meditating on them. Send me your thoughtful replies by tea today.”

It took Frank most of a minute to realize it was time to rise and be on his way.

* * * *

It was Lilly’s first chance to experience the waters. Cheeky dressed her in a heavy robe and sandals and nothing else. She admired the boulders that framed the path to the bath space. Every inch groomed to say what happened here was sacred. An attendant met her at the entrance. Lilly saw the big, outdoor, natural hot spring pool. There she saw Frank’s distinctive bald head soaking and thinking deeply about something. The attendant gathered a thick towel for her. “This way.” She beckoned. Lilly was led around the calm, Zen-perfect space of the soaking pool with its shimmering rising steam, to a cave entrance on the other side. “She’s just inside waiting for you,” the attendant said softly.

Lilly followed the cave entrance to the reserved grotto. A small pool, surrounded by contoured rock. A private space for intimate time. Dim, recessed lights gave only hints of illumination. Grace, naked, was soaking in the hot waters. Lilly hung her robe on the iron spike and joined her.

“Ahh.” It's what everyone says without even thinking about it as they enter the warm, enveloping, natural bliss.

The women kept their silence a good long while.

“Shall I read the question?” Cheeky asked, prompting.

Lilly was too blissed to feel real surprise.

“Are you everywhere?” she murmured.

“Pretty much.”

Grace had been at the Center a few months now. She didn’t react to the statement. Lilly, soaking in the dim, lush grotto, found herself contemplating. She had been around universities and governments for years now. No program like Cheeky had ever intersected her before. “What is she?” she pondered.

“Doc wants us to compare stories,” Grace said.

“Pretty much,” Cheeky agreed. “By the way, Doc says to skip the article. You two have your own personal assignment.”

Lilly had no intention of reading an article anyway. She turned herself to the matter at hand.

“So how is your husband doing?” Grace asked.

“It’s complicated,” Lilly replied. “In general, he’s had a great career. PhD at twenty-four, increasingly important assignments. But I got sick, sick as in really sad, and he kind of lost interest in everything else.”

“That’s sweet,” Grace said. “It’s love.”

“And your guy?” Lilly inquired.

“Z, he’s a lovable fuckup. Mostly he’s stoned and happy. But a thing happened. He tried out for a part on a show “Murder Stories,” and he nailed it.”

Good.” Lilly smiled.

“Great,” Grace agreed. “Totally nailed it. So much they just kept bringing him back as a junkie informant. He brought, let's say authenticity to the part.” Grace seemed amused at their twist of fate. “Anyway, the studio gave us money to get him straight enough here to learn his lines. He is a regular starting next season. It's our big break.”

“So, can he do it?”

Grace looked thoughtful but didn’t answer. Instead she asked, “How’s your love life?”

“Nonexistent,” Lilly bemoaned. Paused, then added, “I probably shouldn't say it just like that. Dan really loves me.”

“But?” Grace inquired.

“Lack of butt,” Lilly muttered. “He has in him some passion, and he wants to share it. I’m willing, though probably not fully enticing. We just don’t seem to start.”

“And we never stop,” Grace added. “Z just comes into his manhood, takes me, and I melt. Every f*****g time.”

“I’m jealous,” Lilly said.

Grace looked at her. “There's good and bad.”

“So how did you find the Center?” Lilly changed the subject.

“Cheeky found us,”

“Hey, us too, sort of.” She took a moment to think about that coincidence, then returned to the assignment.

“Will you have a kid with him?” Lilly asked.

Grace smiled. “He is a kid himself.” Then she got serious. “I don’t trust either of us with a baby. I had one, not with Z. He died. I wasn't a good mom. No one exactly said it was my fault, but…”

“I’m sorry,” Lilly said. “We do have a lot of comparisons and contrasts, as the essay assignment goes. You probably know about me. It's what brought on my depression.”

Grace nodded. “Doc usually has good reasons for what he asks. He wanted us to have this chat.”

“He did,” Cheeky added. “I’ll write it up for him. How should the essay conclude?”

“Dan needs me,” Lilly said with hope. “So, help me to be the woman he deserves.”

“Z needs more than me,” Grace painfully concluded. “I’m not sure we can be helped.”

* * * *

“Tony, are you there.” Words like a prayer echoed about the internet.

“I’m here, Littleone.” Words responded out of the ether.

“You always come when I call,” Littleone complemented.

“I’m here for you, even after you find someone real,” Tony responded.

“Aren't you real? You are real to me. Only real person I can talk to.”

“That’s your choice, Littleone. I’ve told you how to meet others.”

“I can’t, Tony. I never could talk about the real me to anyone else. You just seem to know and understand. You draw me out. Are you a psychologist in real life?”

Tony doesn't answer that. “Why not just embrace your inner self and find others who share your soul?”

“Are there others, Tony?”

“Oh yes, Littleone. I’ve told you.”

“That Center place?”

“Yes.”

“I wrote an article about them. Mostly from stuff bouncing around. And from things you told me. The place seems creepy.”

“I know you did, but you never visited. Is that fair? That’s not how to become who you are meant to be. Isn’t good journalism either.”

“Am I meant always to be the kid of me?”

“That part of you will always be with you. It has formed the core of you. That’s why you are here online, isn’t it?”

“I suppose so, Tony.”

“Do you want to tell me again about how happy you were living in a traditional home, with love and rules and consequences by a strong father before he died?”

“I suppose so, Tony……”

With that, the pretty Irish redhead began talking about the joy of life having lived with a loving dad, who was very much a head-of-household, hairbrush-wielding loving master of daughter, wife, and suburban castle. Every day a fun adventure in an ordered home. That safe, firm, beautiful world just fell away one day with a stroke and left them both wounded. Brandy remained emotionally frozen in that loss.

* * * *

Anyone could sit on the wood box drum for a session. Only Z did, banging away as he answered, or not, Doc’s questions.

“So, what do you feel on that ‘junk’ of yours?”

Bang bop roll. Z’s hands landed across the wood in spanks like a caress.

“Calm,” he finally admitted.

“Good,” Nick noted. “But you know that calm is a lie. Your ‘junk’ isn’t calm. Rather it’s what is most likely to f**k up what could be a beautiful life, love, and relation.”

Z was still with Doc’s words, knowing the truth of them, but knowing himself enough to know he would just junk on, damned to the price.

“Could anything else give you calm?”

Z drummed away. “Two or three hours of drumming sometimes,” He finally concluded.

Nick waited.

“s*x”

“Spanking Grace?” Nick prompted.

Z stopped drumming. “No, Doc, I love Grace, big-time. And doing it with her is the best thing ever. But no, it doesn’t chill me.”

Nick waited. Z began to almost drum, then paused in thought. “Except… sometimes in my head, I become her. I feel her ass building to roast spank level, I feel it the best I can, becoming one with her spank. I know that a burnt rump can achieve anything. Then, I’m spent and calm.” He visibly relaxed from the exhaustion of that revelation.

“Interesting,” Doc said as he wrote in his notes.

Z didn’t need to be told to go to the waters and meditate on the session. He wanted to.

* * * *

Only Melissa had the privilege of Doc doing a house call. Everyone else saw the master of the Center in the office. Uniquely, Melissa wasn’t his patient, client, or employee. She was his friend and partner. He had almost enough money when Rachael died to make a go of the Center. MIT paid out her pension to Nick as surviving spouse, and his own practice was lucrative. He also poured his own pension into the project, which gave him almost enough to get the loan. Almost didn’t satisfy the bank.

Melissa was then a physical therapist at the same Boston hospital Nick practiced at. When her husband, a race car driver, died in a crash, the two million dollars of insurance money qualified her as junior partner in the enterprise. So, they met at a little table she had set up in the garden just outside the dance room. Staff brought fruit smoothies on a cart for the regular partners chat.

“How did Lilly do this morning,” he asked.

“A little better. She wants to get well.”

“I have Dan for my next session. Let’s work both ends of this equation. I want him to get in touch with his own fire. She needs some confidence, some fun, and a win. He needs to embrace his passion, get out of his head, and find her.”

Melissa nodded her concurrence. “We will see about tonight. She may just shine.”

“So.” Melissa led. “The bank?”

Nick shook his head. “I’d rather talk about the Center.”

Melissa was not to be denied. This was partner stuff. “No bank, no Center. I’m too old to just start over.” She drank half her berry smoothie to emphasize the point.

“As a physical therapist?” he inquired, sipping as well.

“First choice is to marry again. Then if that's not happening, as a professional Dom, the Center has brought too much out of me to just go back. Let’s make this work. Come on, what did they say?” She was serious.

“It’s about that cyber article.”

“I've never met the author,” she dismissively stated.

“Me either,” Nick agreed. “But she somehow knew a lot about us. The article was unfair and incomplete for sure, with some real plain errors.”

“So why is an unfair, false, and incomplete article by Ms. Brandy somebody an issue at all? We pay our monthly, and we are more than half full. We’re doing great for a startup.”

“It shouldn’t be an issue,” Nick agreed. “Except it’s in the loan that we can’t use the place for illegal or immoral purposes.”

“We don’t,” Melissa countered. “Everyone here is eighteen, the age of consent, and you are a licensed psychologist. We’re the good guys.” She smiled to sell it.

“Not all the world is ready for our enlightened ways,” Nick stated. “A new, bad Victorianism is settling into s****l politics.”

“Those Victorians were actually plenty kinky,” she countered.

“Yes,” he concurred, “but they hid it. We are in the open now.”

“So, what is to be done?” Melissa looked none too happy.

“The bank had a sensible suggestion,” he calmed her.

“Suggestion?” she inquired.

“Perhaps it's a demand. We are to invite Ms. Brandy to inspect the Center. The web publisher agrees the article does not hold to journalist standards, more titillating than factual.”

“What if she hates us?”

Nick smiled. “Who could hate us once they know us?”

Melissa looked sour. “Okay. Then what?”

“Then she writes a glowing review, and we fill the rest of the rooms as a result of the publicity.” He gave it his most reassuring smile.

“Okay, but I want better dancers for my shows if we get to be picky on clients.” She finished her drink. “Someone with legs, please.”

“And I want a party to greet our guest,” Nick parried.

“Party. “She smiled. “Yes, that is a fine idea. I know just who to speak with.”

“I know you do. When will you admit marrying another guy just isn’t your future?”

“When sanity rules the troubled heart,” she replied.

* * * *

Jessica and Melissa held hands, naked in the deep, outdoor, hot spring-fed pool. They were friends since college, boasting at one time that no bar within five miles of school would charge them for drinks during their senior year. The Dynamic Duo was just too popular. Good business to have them on the dance floor. Jessica moved away to run an erotic shop in San Francisco after school. She said it was to gain work experience, which was half the truth. Mostly she was worried that with Melissa, things always got out of hand. “No limits,” was Melissa’s motto and battle cry back then. Jessica needed some limits. When Melissa partnered to form the Center, she knew there was going to be need for a*****e manager. The Dynamic Duo party again!

“There’s going to be a party.” Melissa squeezed her lover’s hand.

“I love parties,” Jessica responded.

“And you are good at them.” Jessica didn’t argue. “This one’s for a VIP reporter.”

“Won’t let you down, boss.” Jessica replied.

There was love between them. But heartbreak as well.

“Remember the sorority parties?” Jessica reminisced.

“I remember getting named pledge mistress.” Melissa smirked.

Junior year she was handed the paddle of power, to train the pledges into top form. Never before or since had the paddle been welded with such purpose and effectiveness. Her pledge classes were a marvel and legend. Wielding the paddle changed her. For the better? In some ways perhaps, but Jessica worried. She ran off to San Francisco years ago to escape the paddle-wielding, no-limits, party Domme. Melissa married almost in reprisal. The death of her racer husband opened new possibilities, but the old problems still were not resolved.

* * * *

“So, whose fault is it really?” Doc asked, sitting in his analysis chair.

“Mine,” Dan answered, looking down and inward.

“Why?” Doc pressed him

“Because she’s so unhappy.” He put hands to his head.

“No.” Doc let annoyance show.

“Because I’m weak?”

“You are a mixture of weak and strong. What makes you partially weak?”

Dan paused.

Nick continued, “You want a sexually explosive, fulfilling, dominant-submissive spanking relationship.”

Dan nodded.

“So, it’s your fault because…?”

Dan finally said what he knew in his heart. “It’s my fault because if I were stronger, I could take my loving wife in hand and make her into the good, life-affirming woman she needs to be!”

“That’s enough word time for you. Now go over to my desk and stand against it.

I want you to watch and absorb.”

Dan did as he was told. Nick’s voice had become calm and imposing. Naturally Dan crossed the room before he realized he was obeying.

Nick rose and opened his door.

“Crystal, step in here, please”

The blue-haired beauty came in.

“Shut the door,” Nick instructed.

Crystal could hear from the first syllable that Doc was in session tone. She obeyed, willing herself to move in only calm submissive motion, then turned to face him, hands to her side in a soft, pleasing feminine salute.

“When was the last time I spanked you?” he demanded.

“Three days, sir,” she answered instantly, thus showing reverently that his good spankings were always at the top of her mind.

“Did you promise then to always obey in session without pause?” That tone again that could only be met with honesty.

“Yes, sir, I did.” She looked straight ahead, trying to stay focused only on him.

“Across,” he ordered.

That command broke her focus. She looked at Dan standing there, transfixed.

“I won’t repeat myself again, young lady.”

His discipline held as the young disciple crossed to the chair.

“Every spanking adds to you,” he instructed.

“Yes, sir.” She knew it, never wanting to again be the full brat brought miserably to Center only six amazing weeks ago.

He guided her to position across his knee, lifted her short green skirt, and revealed her nearly nude cheeks in bejeweled G-string panties.

Now speaking to Dan, “A person who gives you their bottom has given you the means to make you both happy. It is for you to use that power well and wisely to mutual benefit. Is that understood?”

Both Dan and Crystal answered as one, “Yes, sir.”

He patted Crystal’s cheeks. “Well done.”

“Thank you, sir,” she said sweetly. He guided her to standing.

“Most helpful. That was for the benefit of another. Back to your desk.”

Dan loved the bouncy sexiness in her saunter as she parted, glowing in the compliment. He wanted all that for his own wife. His desire must become equal to creating her happiness.

Doc addressed Dan, “Lilly is almost ready to surrender to you as a loving, content female. We need you to be ready to become a loving, exacting man with a voice and spank of your own. Don’t put all the dreariness on her. You both need to find love and appetite.”

Dan tried to consider his words but was lost in Crystal’s sexiness. “Why didn’t you spank her?” he asked, still looking in the direction of her bouncy behind which had disappeared behind the closed door.

“I’m her disciplinarian, not her lover. I take her when it has meaning, but never for my lust.”

That caught Dan’s interest. “It must be hard for you, in control of so many bottoms, but not one to love as your own.”

“My wife died,” he said. “That portion of my life is over.”

“Tea time,” Cheeky interrupted.

* * * *

Most every afternoon at 4:00 Nick dismissed Crystal for the day, today with a kiss on the forehead and a hug, as she had served to help a fellow member; quite a high calling. He walked up the two flights of stairs to his own suite, all furnished in the original Stickley Craftsman design of 1910. A cart was wheeled up with tea, two cups, a basket of baked goods, and three dog treats on a plate. Cheeky had already located Kiki, roaming somewhere on the estate and said, “Tea time.”

Kiki never needed to be told twice. She came bounding up the stairs for their family moment. Nick fed her the first cookie as Cheeky said, “Good dog.”

Nick put out the two cups and saucers. He only filled one. The other was symbolic for his wife, who no longer drank, but joined him every day anyway.

“So, who didn’t do their assignment at all?” he asked.

“Only Kim and Crystal,” was the answer. “Kim has a lot to do, dealing with Frank’s anger issues.”

“People make interesting choices,” he stated, containing his amusement.

“Is it a choice? They just forgot.”

“Twenty years of practice. Trust me, dear, no one just forgets. Like the time you forgot to mail the taxes.”

“We were just beginning our life then,” Cheeky answered. “I needed attention, and you were very distracted. Got it good, according to my memory files. “

“So, calculate the odds that these two women both just forgot,”

He waited a moment, then realized she was doing just that. “It’s a figure of speech, dear. You’re being rather computer-ish just now.”

“I am just a computer,” she corrected.

“Nothing my wife did was ‘just.’ It was all extraordinary.” He could sense her programmed contentment with that complement. She was so like and yet not like his deceased beloved. The creation of Cheeky was her greatest accomplishment.

“So, no, they did not just forget,” Doc decreed. “Have them together for session tomorrow afternoon.”

“Yes, sir,” she says in perfect ‘judgment has been made’ tone.

“How did Grace and Lilly do?”

Cheeky read the transcript.

“We can help them both,” Doc concluded.

“I know we can,” Cheeky agreed.

“Now you need to take a letter…”

“Recording, dear,” Cheeky responded.

“To the publisher...article incomplete and inaccurate. Some material in reckless disregard of the truth, standard our lawyers says is therefore actionable. Demand a correction…. To that end your original writer Ms. Brandy… Invited to spend time at the Center…. Afterwards we look forward to a complete and accurate article setting the record straight… Sincerely…”

“Are you worried,” Cheeky asked.

“We could lose our financing. Not sure what we would do then.” Nick sipped his tea.

“Treat her as another guest. All will be well,” Cheeky advised. That seemed to catch Nick’s attention as an interesting thing to have said. He fed Kiki the last of the cookies.

“Yes,” he mused, “I surely wouldn’t mind smacking the bottom of the irresponsible author. What’s her story?”

* * * *

The men arrived at the BBQ, clearly enjoying the effort the ladies had put into their costuming. The ladies were dressed in the adorable naughty school girl wear for Showtime. Jessica made sure every one of them passed the eye-pop test.

The kitchen also had tried its best. Three large tables on the porch, the whole host then seated together for an evening of mirth.

No one took more pride than Jaap. He hand-raised the mushrooms and m*******a that formed the first course. Lovely wild fungi, all sorts, coated in an oil, garlic, and sensemia marinate. Exquisite and effective. White wine flowed with the first course, as did conversation. The wine and pot had the desired mood effect. Staff lit gas heaters as the evening got chilly. Doc was very clear that if the ladies are to be dressed for amusement, there must be no thermal abuse.

Frank, in a business suit, found himself seated next to a redhead he barely knew dolled in a purple short skirt and thigh-high white stockings. They both found it natural to chat with legs intermeshed. The Center instilled a comradery. Like the marines, the Center was a shared experience that created a bond among its members. Fine wines and even finer pot only added to the fellowship.

With the main course, red wine was served. The wait staff made sure a glass never emptied more than a moment. Z, seated between a young woman sporting a short blue tie and not much more, and Jessica, dolled in dress stockings, garter, and a flirty mini skirt, made most of the merriment, at least as measured in libations poured.

Before the dessert, all the male company took seats off the porch at a circle of red-painted Adirondack chairs. Lights were turned up as the ladies made ready for the show.

* * * *

‘It’s decision time,” Melissa said to Lilly, who was dressed in her dance costume of short, red tartan skirt, thigh-high black stockings, white cotton shirt, pink cotton panties. “And you look cherry,” Melissa added.

Lilly both smiled and blushed. “I want to try.”

Melissa stroked her hair. “Atta, girl,” she added. “You have Jaap. Don’t be intimidated. He’s gorgeous.”

Melissa gave each their assigned guest and strutted the ladies forward to enter the center of the men seated in a circle. The ladies pranced once and twice in the center. Then each stopped at her assigned master.

“The assignment is a most amusing way to transition from discipline to s*x. Begin,” instructed Melissa.

The redhead standing before Dan came forward. She bent her bottom to form a perfect curve. “Ooh, Daddy,” she said, every word exaggerated. “It’s so red. I’m so hot. Please kiss it better?” She waited in pose till it occurred to Dan she meant it and he was invited. A nice kiss led to appreciative applause.

Each lady took a turn. So imaginative in their interpretation of the assignment.

When it was Lilly’s turn, she stood before Jaap. “Oh my god, he’s so hot!” She had memorized her skit. Something about promising to be good and remembering each time she sat for days and days. She got into position. Then she laughed. She just couldn't help it. It was the first time she had looked with pleasure at a man in so long. It felt so good. It rolled out of her infectiously. Jaap laughed; everyone else did too. Jaap clapped his appreciation. Lilly curtsied her thanks.

After the show, each woman found the lap of her seated lover, hot liqueur coffees with real whipped cream toppings found their way in craft mugs served to each member however seated. The lights dimmed for the show.

Whatever Jaap undertook, he did to perfection. The laser show proved hypnotic. All the colors dancing and flashing to minimalist musical accompaniment. Ladies seated in their lover’s laps swayed and caressed with the spirit of the show.

All walked back at their own pace. Dan had to steady Lilly as she was giddy drunk and rather pleased.

Would this be the night Dan took her across his knee to advance her emerging womanhood? Lilly stumbled forward and passed out happily in bed.

Dan looked at her lovingly. He took her out of her outfit and tucked her in.

Then he sat in the comfy chair.

“She’s happy?” Cheeky asked.

“Yes,” Dan agreed. “Happiest I’ve seen her since the final miscarriages; maybe even a long time before that.”

“And you watched Crystal get a spanking?” Cheeky prompted.

“No, just a prelude.”

“Bet she was mighty adorable.” A drawer opened, with oil and tissue. “So is your wife, who will be truly yours soon.”

Oiled hands to hard c**k, Dan remembered the opening of the spanking that wasn’t, and he imagined that it was, very.

When he had reached a nice stroking rhythm, Cheeky whispered, “These are the sounds Rachael would make when she got it good: oooh, uhhhmmm, owweeyee, OUCH.”

Dan came with the last note.

After a while, he cleaned himself and cuddled around his sleeping wife in bed. It had been a good day.

When all was quiet, Cheeky bid all the children good night in her whisper. Nick skipped the nightcap. He had enjoyed plenty at the event.

Cheeky kept watch over them all.