No More Secrets, No More Lies

Chapter One-2

“You’re getting horny, aren’t you?” she purred to him. Leaning forward, elbows on the table, her wine glass gently floated in her hand. She raised it to her lips, and before she tasted the white Mosel, she licked the edge of the glass. For a moment, they were interrupted by the waitress delivering their salsa. But Christina didn’t stop her teasing gaze at Dale for even a second.

“You trying to seduce me?” he asked when they were alone again.

“If I can’t keep your affections with my faithful employment, then I’ll guess I’ll have to use my body,” she replied.

“I’ve never needed your faithful employment to be in love with you. And I hardly need you working for me to ensure my affections.”

She smiled, coming on to him deliberately, and then took a drink of wine.

“So, tell me, what is this we have to discuss about the wedding?” she asked.

Taken off guard, almost thinking the change in conversation unpleasant, Dale sat back to rethink the whole stated purpose of this dinner out.

“My mother needs your guest list,” he finally remembered.

“Oh.” Christina said, completely uninspired by the message.

“It’s not done yet?” he asked.

“I haven’t had much time, but you know, you can just send out your invitations. My list is so small, I’m not sure it’s even worth bothering with.”

“Christina,” Dale said, surprised. “This wedding is for both of us, not just me. Certainly there are people you know you want to invite.”

She shook her head. “Not really.”

“What about that Aunt you mentioned in Maine.”

“Oh, she’ll never come. She’s too old to make the trip.”

“But you will invite her,” Dale insisted.

“Hon, I’m not like you, you know that. I don’t have the family or the background you have. The only thing I care about is you and me, and if there’s a wedding, well, it’s only so I can be with you all the time.”

He eyed her for a moment with a serious expression. “You’d rather elope, wouldn’t you?”

Christina thought for a minute, trying to decide exactly what Dale wanted to hear. “No, I wouldn’t,” she said at last. “Because that would put you in a terrible spot with your family and I don’t want that.”

“Well, I promise, if this gets any more complicated, we’ll take off one weekend and just do it.”

“All I really care about is being with you,” she said. “As long as you don’t go firing me again.”

“I can only do it once, you don’t work for me anymore.”

She sighed relieved. “Actually, I should be glad you fired me, at least we won’t have the tension of that anymore.”

“See,” he agreed. “It was a good thing.”

“Except I still don’t understand why you had to spank my behind before you let me go.”

“Hey, you know the reason as well as I do. Your blushing buns are a direct avenue to your warm heart.”

“Oh, you’re not thinking warm heart right now, Dale Wetherfield. You’re thinking s*x, and nothing else. I can see it in your eyes.”

His devilish grin confirmed her assessment.

They’d hardly finished their appetizer when two plates of food arrived: hers, scallops in a creamy white sauce; his, blackened salmon. Eating their dinner, at least the silence between them was comfortable again, even if her heart and thoughts were filled with anxiety. If this wedding went off without a hitch, it would be a major miracle.

After dinner, the two returned to Christina’s apartment.

“I have something really special for you, darling,” Christina said. “You just wait right there.” Disappearing behind a Chinese screen in the corner of the room, all Dale could see was that she was changing clothes.

Finally reappearing, she was dressed up like a “working” slut, in the tiniest skirt he’d ever seen and a top so brief and tight she threatened to bust the seams. She jiggled her breasts in front of his eyes, until he pretended he was incensed with her dirty behavior.

“I know what you want, you naughty little wench,” he said. Pulling her over his lap, he didn’t even have to pull up her skirt to find her naked bottom cheeks. Spanking her briskly with one sharp smack after another, she howled like the dickens, start to finish, but that was only because it was part of a s****l tease. After her bottom was rosy red and hot to the touch, Dale carried her to the bed and planted his thick erection between her open legs. Their s****l interlude went on for an hour, a full day’s worth of exhilarating tension and the other “real” punishment from earlier in the day to work off in bed together. What hadn’t yet been resolved by their candid conversation, was resolved with their eager bodies roving about the sheets of Christina’s bed.

***

Dale Wetherfield was the consummate worldly businessman, Christina Gavin the girl off the streets, prone to hard knocks and a hard life, but filled with the spirit to press on regardless of everything. Everything was perfect about their s****l affair, they seemed to bring out the most wicked things in each other, especially his streak of dominance and her disposition to be submissive, which she usually fought tooth and nail, but loved in the end. Spanking had been part of the mix since their first date—the most bizarre date either had ever had, though it seemed to cement the feelings between them that had been flying back and forth for weeks...

At the time, Christina had been working directly for Dale as an assistant. (He swore that he didn’t hire her for her looks, but her creativity, though still, he was always admiring her breathless style of blatant s****l tease. She owned nothing but short sexy skirts and blouses that taunted the eye. It wasn’t a tawdry, cheap sexy, but a very deliberate one. There was no man in the company that didn’t enjoy looking at her, even if the president took her out of circulation the second week of her employ.) When she first went to work for Dale, Christina swore to him that the job would be a breeze. How hard could it be to arrange an executive’s day to day schedule? However, in the middle of a tense round of negotiations with a Chinese art dealer, Christina neglected to get two important messages to her boss, which brought her into Dale’s office for her first dressing down. Such sloppiness in her work seemed to be her trademark from the start.

“Miss Gavin, you have no idea what trouble this causes,” Dale snapped at her. His dark eyes were boring down on her like flaming swords. “I’ve been waltzing around with this man for weeks trying to get my hands on some very valuable artifacts that I have a ready buyer for,” his voice rose as he spoke, “and you can’t get my messages to me?” He was practically yelling.

Christina looked at him perfectly placid even though her knees were knocking seeing such fury on his face.

“Well, what do you have to say for yourself?” he asked, waiting for some reply.

“I don’t know,” she stammered nervously. “I suppose—” her soft voice trailed off.

“You suppose what?” he prompted her.

“I suppose you could spank me, I’ve been such a naughty brat,” Christina said with her head c****d—another imp-like trademark of her character that would often appear.

Dale was astonished. “As if that would solve the problem,” he said when he recovered from the moment. At least his fury was somewhat lessened just from the shock of her suggestion.

“It might,” Christina replied. “I always say, go directly to the point. You want to throttle me, I can see it in your eyes. Spanking could be a perfectly acceptable solution since I really wouldn’t want to be strangled by you.”

“Are you baiting me, Miss Gavin?” Dale asked, suspiciously.

“Baiting you?”

“Is there some challenge being thrown out?” He shook his head bewildered.

“Maybe,” she replied coyly. “But if you want to spank my butt, I’ll understand. That was a pretty stupid thing for me to do. Sometimes my head’s so filled with stuff, it just won’t let in another bit of information, and those messages, well, they just got kinda shuffled out.”

Dale was aghast. “Boy, you are one piece of work,” he said.

“Then again, I suppose you wouldn’t have the guts to spank me,” she speculated. “It’s not pretty, or politically correct.”

Dale eyed her quietly for a moment, something coming over him, he’d hardly expected to have happen in this venue. His physical lust for her was obvious, so was the play she was making for him; but in the strangest way, they were connecting on a very basic level. What this woman asked for, she wanted, and he wanted to give it to her.

“Come here, Miss Gavin,” he said sternly.

“Come there?” She was a little surprised by the order, and it was an order, given the commanding voice he used. Walking toward him with an astounding degree of trepidation, she wondered if he was taking up her challenge. She’d never quite so openly asked to be spanked.

Dale Wetherfield pushed away from his desk, and rose to his feet. Taking Christina’s hand, he led her to the other side of the room, and sat down in a high-backed chair. He looked up at her shocked expression.

“I suppose bare bottomed is the only appropriate way?” he said.

“Yes, I guess so,” she answered timidly. “You’re really going to do this?”

“You pointed out what a perfectly suitable consequence this is for your incompetence. I agree. And since you’re so willing, now’s the perfect time.”

Tugging her hand firmly, Dale pulled the young woman down over his lap, setting his sights on the luscious bottom that had been the object of his fascination since the day she started working with him. Odd as it was spanking a woman’s bottom, with Christina Gavin it seemed only fitting, and for whatever reason, she seemed to think so too.

Carefully raising her skirt, he was surprised to find her derriere completely naked, as if she’d been anticipating the moment. What a rapturous creature, to be so blatant.

“Maybe you had this in mind already,” he remarked.

She apparently didn’t hear him.

The first strike of his hand on her bottom was a mere tap, the second hardly more intense, but as Dale spanked the sassy young woman, he found his purpose for the task increased greatly. By the time he’d struck her bottom a dozen times, her rear end was beginning to turn pink. With that sight, something clicked inside his head, and he smacked her harder still. His arm came down with a determined stroke, his palm meeting flesh for a strike that must have stung her hard, for the way it was stinging his hand. He didn’t mind the sting. What satisfied him more was the way the once mellow young woman was suddenly crying and wiggling and acting as if this was a big mistake to suggest this. Despite her pitiful cries however, Dale didn’t stop. He astonished himself with the feeling of triumph he had making her surrender. And the more he went on, and the more her cries rose in the air, the more he was sure that this was the right solution to the crisis. Dale spanked Christina that first time with a zeal he’d never allowed himself to feel before. Antiquated as the practice was, spanking her fair behind, seeing it blush and hearing her cries was a soothing balm to his soul. It cleared the air, eased the tension, and in some odd way put their working relationship in order again. When the spanking was over, and she was standing before him wiping tears with the back of her hand, he sensed that Christina was as relieved as he was.

“We need to go out to dinner tonight, Miss Gavin,” Dale told her.

“We do?”

“Yes,” he confirmed, and with that he dismissed her.

The date was unbelievable for them both. Dale was certain that taking such actions with this employee was exactly what was necessary, but it was also a clear indication that their relationship could not remain strictly professional. And it didn’t. Not for one minute after that first spanking. They didn’t jump in bed at the first opportunity, but they did readily acknowledge the effect that spanking had on their s****l arousal. The unlikely pair found themselves bonding almost instantly, willingly sharing their deepest s****l thoughts even though they hardly knew each other. The intimacy was rare for both of them, but they found such a degree of it together, it was enough to propel them into marriage.

Too bad Christina continued to be a lousy employee, whose head was always “too full of stuff” to ever be useful to Dale’s business.