Ryan’s Rules — Part 5

I know it’s been a while, but here it is!   You can find parts 1, 2, 3,  and 4 here.

Ryan’s Rules — Part 5

Emily suddenly froze as she heard movement behind her.  Ryan had entered the room.  She could sense her, but she’d yet to say anything. Then it became quiet again.  Painfully quiet. Emily shifted and strained her ears but there was not a sound for several long minutes. 

Time seemed to pass at a snail’s pace, leaving Emily in a whirlwind of nerves and regret, but when she finally heard Ryan speak, she could only shiver at her tone. 

“Come here, Emily.” 

Her voice was low, dangerous even, and it made Emily wish she could hide in the corner forever.   Slowly, Emily gathered her courage and turned to face her partner. Ryan’s face was stern, yet almost blank of emotion. Emily found herself hesitating before she was able to convince her feet to move. She managed to trudge over to stand in front of Ryan who was seated in the middle of their couch.  It was the same couch where she was sleeping only hours earlier. 

Emily then looked down, studying Ryan’s lap as Ryan held her hands and looked up at her.

“Why don’t you tell me why we are here?” Ryan asked in a firm but caring tone. 

“I broke the rules,” Emily answered.  

“What rules did you break, Em?” Ryan continued to probe. 

Emily’s eyes traveled up Ryan’s only partially covered legs, up to her cleavage, past slender shoulders, and finally to her face.

“All of ‘em,” she mumbled feeling her face warm. 

Ryan squeezed her hands, almost reassuringly. “I want you to explain them to me, honey. All of them.”

Emily gulped.  She knew she was in trouble, but suddenly face to face with Ryan and forced to reply Ryan’s rules aloud, she realized just how deep she’d gone.  After all, it wasn’t that out of the ordinary for her to break a rule here or there. Her laundry often ‘missed’ the hamper, or she’d press something a little too far, but to think that she’d actually broken all five rules at once was a little unfathomable. 

“Um,” Emily stuttered, then let out a long sigh.  “I need to take care of myself, clean up after myself, be honest, remember to eat, and um, stay safe.”   

“Very good,” Ryan nodded.  “Now tell me how you broke each one of those rules?”

“Ryan,” Emily started to whine but got cut off by a raised eyebrow.  “Okay, fine. I um, didn’t eat dinner.”

“Yes, the ice cream.”

“Yeah, and I fell asleep on the sofa and didn’t pick up my clothes in the living room.”

“Very good, and?”

“And, I um… I didn’t do the rounds before I fell asleep to make sure everything was locked up for the night.”

“I see,” Ryan frowned.  “So by my count that’s four? What are we missing?”

“Well…I didn’t go grocery shopping like I promised I would,” Emily added with a small blush.  “I know that’s not technically a lie, but I did break my word, as I knew it was my turn and I didn’t follow through… and…”

Ryan’s frown deepened with her confession, making Emily shift back and forth from foot to foot. “And?”

“And, I haven’t really been honest with you lately.  I haven’t gone shopping because I just haven’t been eating, well a lot.  It’s been busy at work, and well, the vending machine isn’t the best place to get lunch.”

“I see,” Ryan nodded.  “I figured that you probably forgot to lock up  since you fell asleep with the TV still on…”

Emily’s cheeks flushed as she interrupted. “I didn’t leave anything open on purpose, and technically, you were the last one to leave the house today, so if anything wasn’t locked it wasn’t really my fault.”

Ryan gave her a look and Emily cringed a moment before Ryan popped her thigh. “You know that’s not an excuse, young lady, but I’m not really concerned with that so much. I’m much more concerned with you skipping meals, Em. You know that’s a big one.  How many days have you had lunch from the vending machine, or just skipped a meal altogether?”

“A few,” Emily frowned, wishing that she could rub her thigh.  Ryan was still holding her hands and her thigh was stinging from the slap, but she knew that was nothing compared to how much her backside would soon be stinging when Ryan really got to work. “I’m sorry,” she sniffled.

“I know you are, Em, but you know that’s also not good enough.  You have a spanking coming, and a big one at that. Come on now, let’s get this moving.”

Emily bit her lip as Ryan finally let go of her hands and then helped her step out of the shorts she’s slipped on before breakfast.  She hadn’t bothered with panties and now as she shivered in the short-cropped pajama shirt she wondered if she hadn’t made a mistake.  Maybe Ryan would have let her leave them on, at least for a little while.  

With a sigh and a wrinkle of her nose at the thought, she was too soon distracted as Ryan tipped her over her lap.  Emily found herself looking at the carpet and using her fingertips to balance herself as Ryan, tapped her other end with her palm.

“You know I love you, Em.  I’m sorry I have to do this,” Ryan paused before giving her a solid swat on her right cheek, “but you know you need me to remind you that the rules aren’t just there for my pleasure.”  Ryan paused again, giving her a stingy and quick series of a half-dozen spanks. “It’s to keep you both healthy and safe.”

“I know,” Emily sniffled as Ryan’s lecture ended. Another swat landed, this time on her left cheek and then was echoed on her right.  Spank after spank rang down in a slow and steady, bouncing from sensitive cheek to sensitive cheek.  

“Ouch!” Emily cried out at Ryan managed to swat her more tender sit-spots.  She couldn’t help wiggling and whining as the heat started to spread. Ryan was only getting started and Emily was already wishing it was over.  “Please, Ryan, I’m sorry. I am!”

“Un-huh,” Ryan grunted before giving her a face and evil dozen pops.  She then paused and rubbed for a moment before saying, “I should spank you every night for a week with all that naughtiness that you just confessed.  It’s been a long time since I really lit you up, little girl, but tonight a handful of swats isn’t going to cover it.”

Her warning over, Ryan then resumed the spanking, which only seemed to get harder and hotter by the moment.  Emily was biting her lip, trying to keep the protest at a minimum, but she was also quickly losing her resolve.  “Oh! Owie!” she whined as Ryan’s hand only continued its dance. 

In her head, Emily tried to distract herself.  She tried to count the swats but didn’t get past ten before she practically wiggled off Ryan’s lap.  Ryan had to again pause to pull her back into position. She took a moment to rub her hand over Emily’s bare bottom, which now felt hot and tingly as Ryan’s stong palm caressed it.  

“I think it’s been too long, if you think you can just wiggle off like that, Em.  Do it again and there will be consequences, understand?”

Emily gulped.  “Yes ma’am,” she replied, thinking back to some of her earliest punishments.  The only time Ryan had ever used a belt was to remind her to stay in position, and that lesson had only needed to be repeated twice.  She wasn’t about to let tonight be a third time.  

“Good,” Ryan nodded before giving her bottom a pat.  “I think we’re almost warm enough, but not quite yet.”

Emily whimpered as Ryan again raised her palm, starting the spanking anew.  This time the swats came faster and in sets — three at a time on each cheek.  Emily let out a small squeak of protest, but dug in and concentrated on staying in position.  She certainly wasn’t going to make this any worse then it had to be.

Ryan’s Rules — Part 4

Sorry for the long interruption in this story — Life, 30-kindergarteners, the start of school…. etc ;).   If you missed Parts 1 – 3 you can find them here….  Part 1Part 2Part 3.

Ryan’s Rules — Part 4

For a long moment, they were in sync. Back and forth they rocked, slowly increasing the pressure and the need of both their lower loins. Emily found herself panting, but that also only increased as Ryan again shifted, letting her hand travel down toward Emily’s center.  Slowly, her lithe fingers started moving up and down, massaging Emily’s clit and lower lips. Emily’s arms wrapped around Ryan even tighter as they breathlessly began to once again. 

Ryan speed up the pace, making Emily moan under her and clutch tightly onto Ryan’s back. She spread, giving Ryan deeper access and moaned and shivered as her need steadily grew.  She was warm now, small beads of sweat forming on her brow in concentration.

“Am I still in trouble?” Emily asked between rapid breaths. Ryan rolled her eyes and nodded as she picked up the pace with her finger.  They were flying now, the beats faster than a hummingbird’s wing.   

“God, you are in so much trouble. I’m going to turn your ass red,” Ryan promised. 

Emily bucked, Ryan’s words pushing her even closer.  Her breaths were shallow and warm, her heart pounding, echoing in her ears.  The pressure intense, building forever closer to an explosion. Just imagining Ryan spanking her, actually turning her ass red, the sting, the warmth, the up and down of the cycle of pain.  It was too much.

Emily felt herself catch and then peak, like the million butterflies in her tummy all took off at once.    

With a small smile, Ryan slowly withdrew. She moved up and took Emily’s lips in a deep kiss.  “Good morning, my love.”

“Morning,” Emily echoed with a smile. 

“Still bored?”

“Nope.”

Ryan chuckled and then covered her mouth with a yawn.  She glanced at the clock. “Ugh, I got about 3 hours.”

“I’m sorry.  I shouldn’t have woken you.”

“It’s okay.  We can take a nap later.”

“Hmmm,” Emily replied as she let her hand run down the side of Ryan’s thigh. “I can try to keep you awake now.”

“You could,” Ryan said before taking Emily’s hand off her thigh and bringing it to her lips for a kiss.  “But now that I’m up, I’m hungry.”

“Hungry?” Emily’s eyes went wide before she smirked.  “Me too.”

“I meant for actual food, brat,” Ryan said as she snaked her hand around and popped Emily’s backside.

“Hey!” Emily yipped making Ryan laugh. 

Ryan pecked Emily’s pouty lips again before sliding from the bed. “Okay, up and at ‘em. Let’s go cook.” 

With a groan, Emily also slid from the bed, following Ryan out her side, and taking the opportunity to trail a hand lightly across Ryan’s bare abdomen. The touch made Ryan shudder and Emily grinned as she hand started to slide south. “Or we could order in,” she suggested leaning forward to kiss the top curve of Ryan’s bare chest.

Ryan moaned and wrapped her arms around Emily. She pushed her hips into Emily’s hand, moving them below her waist.  “Best idea I’ve heard in a long time.” 

Emily smiled before turning her attention to Ryan’s chest.  She pulled a firm nipple into her mouth to suck. “I thought so,” she mumbled around puckered skin. 

***

“That was really good,” Ryan observed as she placed the stack of plates into the sink.  She turned back around and met Emily’s eyes. Holding her eyes for a moment, Emily shifted and then blushed, averting her gaze.  Ryan raised a knowing eyebrow and remarked, “It’s good to know you had an actual meal, unlike last night. You know with protein, vitamins, carbs and all that.” Ryan then watched Emily shift.  After seeing ice cream container on the coffee table, she had her suspicion and Emily had just confirmed it. 

“You noticed that, huh?” Emily asked.  Her eyes were glued to the marble countertop as her finger nervously traced a darker vein in the pattern.  

“The empty ice cream container, and no trace of any other dishes?  That’s something I always notice, Em.” Ryan leaned into the island separating her from the short brunette.

“You do have that bad habit,” Emily mumbled not looking up from where she was still tracing the lines of the marble.

“I don’t know that I would call it a bad habit to notice what the love of my life gets up to while I’m not around,” Ryan scolded.  She paused a moment before adding, “You know what this means right?” 

Ryan could hear Emily whine before she nodding only once. 

“Use your voice, Emily Nichole.” Ryan sharply warned. 

Emily’s shoulders straightened before she muttered, “Yes, ma’am. Should I go wait for you?”  

“I think that’d be a wise choice.” Emily nodded before slipping from the chair and disappearing into the doorway that led into their living room. Ryan didn’t say anything more but just watched her go. As much as she would rather spend the day in bed, things wouldn’t be right between her and Emily if she didn’t sort it out. Ryan only had five rules, and the best she could figure Emily had most likely broken at least four of the five if not all five together.  They were in for a serious chat, one that neither of them were looking forward too. 

With a sigh, Ryan pushed off the counter and walked down the hall towards the master bedroom, avoiding the living room which her partner was supposed to be waiting in. She made her way directly to her closet and opened the top drawer which held all of the couple’s toys — most of which were used for spanking. Studying the selection, Ryan pulled out the long bath brush and closed the drawer. 

The brush was heavy in her hand.  It was made of a solid light-oak and at 18-inches long, had a 1-inch flat oval backing.  She knew it was far from Emily’s favorite in their collection, which meant it would be perfect for her task ahead.  Knowing that Emily was in for a true punishment, Ryan closed her eyes for a moment to center herself. She took a deep breath before making the short trek back down the hallway. 

***

Emilly shivered in the corner. She had yet to hear Ryan enter the room and the longer she stood in the corner the more she wanted her top to hurry up.  Her solitude in the corner only compounded the guilt she was already feeling as her mind replayed the last few days. 

She found herself shifting as a cool breeze blew through, causing goose-bumps to appear on her bare back and legs.  The cold only made the wait worse, for she knew it was all in her head. There was no breeze, it wasn’t even cold in the house.  It was only her nerves and imagination that was making her feel guilty. It was worse too, for she didn’t have to wonder why she had behaved like she had the last few days. She knew. She knew when she had broken their first rule and not picked up groceries.  It had been her turn, and she should have done it three days ago. She had hoped Ryan would notice and say something in a passing moment, but her partner had been too distracted. 

In a way, they both had been. Both women had been busy and truth be told, she simply missed Ryan. She now felt guilty and sad for the way she acted out, but sometimes her bratty side took over and acted on all the feelings she couldn’t control. And she had to admit, it had worked. Ryan was soon going to be giving her all the attention she would want. 

Emily suddenly froze as she heard movement behind her.  Ryan had entered the room. She could sense her, but she’d yet to say anything. Then it became quiet again.  Painfully quiet. Emily shifted and strained her ears but there was not a sound for several long minutes. 

Time seemed to pass at a snail’s pace, leaving Emily in a whirlwind of nerves and regret, but when she finally heard Ryan speak, she could only shiver at her tone. 

“Come here, Emily.” 

Her voice was low, dangerous even, and it made Emily wish she could hide in the corner forever.   Yet, slowly, Emily gathered her courage and turned to face her partner. Ryan’s face was stern, yet almost blank of emotion. Emily found herself hesitating before she was able to convince her feet to move. She managed to trudge over to stand in front of Ryan who was seated in the middle of their couch.  It was the same couch where she was sleeping only hours earlier. 

Emily then looked down, studying Ryan’s lap as Ryan held her hands and looked up at her.

“Why don’t you tell me why we are here?” Ryan asked in a firm but caring tone. 

“I broke the rules,” Emily answered.  

“What rules did you break, Em?” Ryan continued to probe. 

Emily’s eyes traveled up Ryan’s only partially covered legs, up to her cleavage, past slender shoulders, and finally to her face.

“All of ‘em,” she mumbled feeling her face warm. 

Ryan squeezed her hands, almost reassuringly. “I want you to explain them to me, honey. All of them.”

Ryan’s Rules — Part 3

I realize this is a bit late, but if you’ve ever known a teacher, you know how crazy this time of year gets.   Here, however, is the 3rd part of Ryan’s Rules.  Enjoy!

You can find Part One here, and Part Two here, if you happened to have missed them before.  😉

 

Ryan’s Rules — Part 3

The memories made Emily smile, just like the thought of the first time Ryan leaned down and pecked her forehead still made the insides of Emily melt.  As she reached out and softly touch Ryan’s cheek, she was so glad that Lady Fate had been stubborn. Emily was positive that Ryan the woman she wanted to spend the rest of her life with and made a mental note to call Nikki and thank her once again. 

The thought of being with Ryan made Emily squirm, her belly growing warm with need. She was awake now and suddenly needing more from Ryan than just memories. Slowly she wiggled from Ryan’s hold to further admire the toned body beside her.  Even in a sloppy t-shirt and boxers, Ryan was beautiful. From her square jaw, that would tighten when she was cross, to her shapely hips and butt, Emily could no longer lay still.

Carefully, Emily ran her hand over Ryan’s hip but continued up her side, eventually snaking under her shirt. She gently explored a firm breast, teasing a nipple between her fingers, and smiling as Ryan shifted with her touch.  Bringing her head down she kissed Ryan’s hip, again squirming as she caught Ryan’s womanly scent. It was light, like the lavender soap she loved, but also mixed with a heavier, muskier hue. She could never put her finger on it, wood, or leather, it was something, but it was also uniquely Ryan.  

Emily moved up a bit higher, gently placing a kiss on Ryan’s right arm before pushing her shirt up a bit more and then kissing the soft flesh of her belly. Ryan let out a little groan and Emily peaked up at Ryan’s face, only to smirk when she realized that Ryan was still deep in slumber.  Not being able to resist, she placed firmer kiss and a small lick to her belly, nipping at the exposed skin. Ryan only mewed in her sleep and shifted onto her back. 

Emily took the opportunity to once again move and carefully straddled Ryan’s lap. She then leaned over, pushing Ryan’s shirt up higher to expose both breasts.  With a big smile, she carefully took a moment to cup both, gently massaging them, and slowing awakening each nipple.  

The play was fun, but it was also a bit strange.  It wasn’t the first time she’d woken Ryan up this way, although Ryan usually responded much faster.   She wanted more, so she bent forward and whispered into Ryan’s ear, “Babbbeeee, I’m bored.” 

Ryan huffed and mewed louder under her.  Emily responded with her tongue, trailing it from just below Ryan’s ear, slowly down her neck, and finally across her collar bone. She nipped Ryan’s collarbone once and waited for a reaction. Getting none she nipped a bit harder. Ryan’s hand suddenly came alive and popped her on her still bare cheek. Emily could only giggle and bite again earning her another swat. 

“Behave…” Ryan groggily muttered. 

“Or what?” Emily challenged. 

Blue eyes opened and then narrowed almost dangerously.  “I’ll hang you upside down by your toes.”

Emily’s eyes went wide and then she giggled.  “You are such a brat.”

Ryan rolled her eyes and then swatted Emily’s thigh.  “I’m going to turn your backside crimson today.”

The edge on Ryan’s voice made Emily shiver.  If she wasn’t wet before, she was practically dripping now, but she also knew that Ryan’s words were gospel.  “Maybe I can change your mind?” Emily asked with a smile. 

“Nope, but you’re welcome to try.”

Emily’s lip slipped into a pout, but she couldn’t help being drawn into Ryan again as Ryan squeezed her naked cheek.  She fell forward, meeting Ryan’s lips and soon forgot all about any trouble that she might actually be in. They kissed, raw and hard as Ryan pulled her closer and Emily was helpless to resist.  

Emily soon found herself being moved as Ryan rolled her over and somehow managed to divest them both of all their clothing.  For once Ryan didn’t seem to mind the shorts on the floor on the shirts on the edge of the bed. She was too busy groping, kissing, and trying to physically become one with Emily. 

They struggled a bit for dominance, their tongues the primary weapon.  Licking, biting, nipping were all fair in their game of love and war. Emily found herself giggling as Ryan nibbled on an ear and then squirming as she pinned both of Emily’s hands up above her head.   

“Not fair,” Emily protested, wiggling and letting out small moans as Ryan attacked her neck and kissed down her collar bone. 

“Very fair, my woman.” Ryan’s voice was deep, commanding even, and Emily felt her lower belly flutter with anticipation.  Her sex was already soaked, but Ryan pressing her was making it throb and beg for release. Emily couldn’t help twisting and withering under Ryan’s hard look, and Ryan’s crooked smile only advertised that Ryan knew exactly what she was thinking. 

“Together,” Ryan suddenly urged, looking into Emily’s eyes as she released her hands. She pushed her body up against Emily’s.  Emily wrapped her arms around Ryan’s back, pulling her closer as the grinded back and forth in a heated exchange. Ryan pulled her knee up between Emily’s legs and Emily gladly welcomed the pressure. 

For a long moment, they were in sync. Back and forth they rocked, slowly increasing the pressure and the need of both their lower loins. Emily found herself panting, but that also only increased as Ryan again shifted, letting her hand travel down toward Emily’s center.  Slowly, her lithe fingers started moving up and down, massaging Emily’s clit and lower lips. Emily’s arms wrapped around Ryan even tighter as they breathlessly began to once again. 

Ryan speed up the pace, making Emily moan under her and clutch tightly onto Ryan’s back. She spread, giving Ryan deeper access and moaned and shivered as her need steadily grew.  She was warm now, small beads of sweat forming on her brow in concentration.

“Am I still in trouble?” Emily asked between rapid breaths. Ryan rolled her eyes and nodded as she picked up the pace with her finger.  They were flying now, the beats faster than a hummingbird’s wing.   

“God, you are in so much trouble. I’m going to turn your ass red,” Ryan promised. 

Emily bucked, Ryan’s words pushing her even closer.  Her breaths were shallow and warm, her heart pounding, echoing in her ears.  The pressure intense, building forever closer to an explosion. Just imagining Ryan spanking her, actually turning her ass red, the sting, the warmth, the up and down of the cycle of pain.  It was too much.

 

Ryan’s Rules — Part 2

Here is part 2 of Ryan’s Rules.  Part 1 can be found here.  As always, comments and suggestions are welcome.

Ryan’s Rules — Part 2

The sun was just rising as Ryan pulled into the driveway.  The rest of her night hadn’t gone as well as she hoped. Her patient in 403, although had been revived, was rushed into surgery.  He was still in when she handed over his case to the next shift. It was always heart wrenching when one of her patients was in danger, but at the same time, she was more than relieved to be home. Right now, crawling into bed with Emily was the only thing she had on her mind. 

As Ryan entered the house, however, she frowned as she heard voices, signally the TV was on.  Since she started working nights, Emily had made it a habit of falling asleep on the sofa, but they’d already had a discussion about that twice this month alone.  The sofa wasn’t the most comfortable to sleep on, and although Emily was more petite in stature, she never slept well there. She’d wake up tired and cranky and most likely have a sore back or neck to boot. 

After hearing the TV, she wasn’t surprised to find Emily exactly where she expected. Although adorable, curled up in a ball around a pillow, Ryan couldn’t help but be a little annoyed. It was bad enough she never made it to the bed there was also an empty carton of ice cream on the table, and half of Emily’s clothes strew about as well.  

Emily was often exhausted when she got home from work, but she also knew the rules.  Sleeping the night away on the lumpy sofa was just the beginning. She knew that clothes were to go in the hamper and dirty dishes had to at least make it to the sink.  At least this time there wasn’t a half-empty pizza box on the table, but then the lack of other dishware made Ryan wonder just what her naughty little girlfriend had eaten for dinner.  

Some rules she could overlook, but skipping a meal was a big one.  Emily was already to thin and had a tendency to get migraines if her blood sugar dropped too low.   Her rules were there for a reason, as were the consequences they’d both agreed to when she broke them.  

With that thought in mind, Ryan sat down on the edge of the sofa and patted her girlfriend’s bottom to wake her.  “Em? Hey, honey. I’m home,” Ryan cooed. 

Emily wrinkled her nose before slowly opening her eyes.  She seemed disoriented a moment before her blue eyes opened in surprise.  “Ryan! God, what time is it? Oh, I’m sorry I must have…”

“Fallen asleep on the sofa,” Ryan finished her sentence.  “I noticed. And it’s morning, obviously. Come on,” she said, offering a hand to her partner and pulling her up.  “We can talk about this later. I want to enjoy being next to you for the hour or so before you have to get ready.”

“Okay, but I’m not going in today.”

“You’re not?  Why?”
“It’s Sunday, silly.”

“Oh, I forgot,” Ryan smirked before swatting Emily’s bottom once.  “I guess that’ll give us plenty of time to talk later.”

Emily’s lip fell into a pout.  “Why?”

“I think you know why, young lady,” Ryan scolded as she guided Emily into their room.  “Nightshirt, no panties,” she further directed before moving over to her side of the room and starting to strip off her scrubs.  She carefully put them in the hamper, replacing them with a tank and a pair of boxers.

She then crawled into bed, watching Emily follow her directions.  Her girlfriend was still sporting a pout, but she didn’t argue. A moment later, Emily crawled in next to her and she found herself sighing in contentment.  

Emily put her head on Ryan’s shoulder and Ryan kissed it.  “How much trouble am I really in?” Emily asked. 

“Enough,” Ryan answered.  “Now, close your eyes and sleep.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Emily answered, already halfway there.  They were both exhausted and Ryan knew by Emily’s answer that she’d already submitted.  She would sleep, they both would. Content, Ryan then let her own eyes close knowing she could enjoy Emily’s touch and her scent, and every other precious moment, even in slumber.  

***

Emilly squirmed further into Ryan’s warm body, refusing to open her eyes and leave the heavenly bliss that just being with Ryan allowed. She was wrapped snugly in Ryan’s arms with no need to get out of bed anytime in the near future and that was more than okay.  They’d had too few mornings like this lately and if she had her way, they’d never get out of bed. 

With a happy sigh, she snuggled back into the pillows and relaxed to the sound of steady breathing.  She loved being with Ryan and as she thought of her partner, she couldn’t help but remember the day that she first laid eyes on her. It had been a setup, but like all things destined to happen, sometimes no matter how hard one fought against it, certain things were just meant to be.

It was actually Emily’s best friend, Nikki, who was responsible for it all.  She’d been trying to set Emily up on a blind date for several months, but Emily didn’t want any part of it.  In her experience blind dates set up by her straight friends usually didn’t go well, but that damn Nikki…she was too determined.  Nikki hounded her and tried to conveniently get them in the same room every chance she could, but it wasn’t until Nikki invited her to a Christmas party that she finally succeeded.

Emily was hesitant, but since she wasn’t working, and didn’t have any close family in the area, she ended up showing up. The Christmas Party turned out to be a small dinner party of only six. Nikki plopped her across the table from Ms. Ryan Thomas, and the awkwardness that followed was almost painful.  The two ended up sharing awkward smiles and looks, not saying more than ten words to each other throughout the whole meal. It was uncomfortable at best and Emily couldn’t get out of there fast enough as soon as dessert was over. 

The problem was that Ryan’s angular jawline, pale pink lips, and intense blue eyes stayed with her, and she didn’t know it at the time, but Ryan was having similar thoughts.  Years later, Ryan would admit that that first meeting wasn’t as awkward as she thought. Ryan was tongue-tied, so taken by Emily that she couldn’t produce a full-sentence even if she’d had wanted too. 

After Christmas, Nikki probed her every chance she got to meet with Ryan again, but again Emily was hesitant.  Ryan was entering her idle thoughts and dreams, making it difficult to do almost anything else, and that scared Emily.  She knew nothing about Ryan and didn’t want her fantasies to be ruined with reality. After all, Ryan barely even met her eyes that night at Christmas, why would she want to meet her again?

Days turned into weeks and Nikki finally laid off.  Emily had moved on, not knowing that Lady Fate hadn’t given up on her and Ryan.  The choice of meeting again was taken out of her hands the week before Valentine’s Day when an exhausted Emily passed out at work from dehydration and ended up in the local ER. 

Emily had been working far too many hours.  She’s been burning the candle at both ends as they’d been in the middle of a multi-million dollar lawsuit and she couldn’t remember the last time she had eight hours sleep, much less a day off.  Sleep wasn’t the only thing she’d been neglecting, her health had also declined as she hadn’t been eating or apparently drinking enough. 

Ryan hadn’t been her nurse, but as Emily was laid out in the emergency room bed getting IV fluids, Ryan had passed by. Ryan noticed Emily, and well, long story short, that was the first Valentine’s they spent together. Ryan somehow became her personal nurse making sure Emily had three meals a day, with more juice and water than she cared to think about being practically forced down her throat.  That’s when Ryan had begun to introduce her to her rules, and that is when Emily’s fantasies had started to become a reality. 

The memories made Emily smile, just like the thought of the first time Ryan leaned down and pecked her forehead still made the insides of Emily melt.  As she reached out and softly touch Ryan’s cheek, she was so glad that Lady Fate had been stubborn. Emily was positive that Ryan the woman she wanted to spend the rest of her life with and made a mental note to call Nikki and thank her once again. 

The thought of being with Ryan made Emily squirm, her belly growing warm with need. She was awake now and suddenly needing more from Ryan than just memories. Slowly she wiggled from Ryan’s hold to further admire the toned body beside her.  Even in a sloppy t-shirt and boxers, Ryan was beautiful. From her square jaw, that would tighten when she was cross, to her shapely hips and butt, Emily could no longer lay still.

Carefully, Emily ran her hand over Ryan’s hip but continued up her side, eventually snaking under her shirt. She gently explored a firm breast, teasing a nipple between her fingers, and smiling as Ryan shifted with her touch.  Bringing her head down she kissed Ryan’s hip, again squirming as she caught Ryan’s womanly scent. It was light, like the lavender soap she loved, but also mixed with a heavier, muskier hue. She could never put her finger on it, wood, or leather, it was something, but it was also uniquely Ryan.  

Ryan’s Rules – Part 1

Hello Everyone!

It’s been a while since I posted anything new, so here is a bit of a treat.  This is the start of a story that I’ve been working on with Logan Tyler.  Not sure how long it’s going to be yet,  but we are aiming for another short ;).   Enjoy!

Ryan’s Rules

As usual, the house was quiet and dark when Emily returned from work.  She was tired, she was beyond tired even and barely did more than flip on a light before collapsing onto the sofa.  With a groan, she slipped off one heeled pump and then the other, her aching feet complaining about each movement. She tilted her head back, rotating her neck and listening to it pop before pulling her long brown hair out of her bun.  What a day. 

Emily’s stomach rumbled and her head was throbbing.  She hadn’t eaten anything since the protein bar she’d inhaled at lunch, and she’d only had that because her assistant, Melinda, had opened it and practically forced it on her.  Melinda was always doing that, and although a bit annoying in her mothering tendencies, she always meant well.  

Emily was tempted to turn on the TV or perhaps even just lay down and sleep, but she’d made a promise and she knew that if she didn’t follow through her girlfriend would be cross with her.  Ryan, her girlfriend of almost three years now had a handful of rules, and one of those was that Emily wasn’t allowed to skip dinner, even if Ryan wasn’t home to oversee it.  

With another groan, Emily forced herself up off the sofa.  She took off her overshirt, feeling much cooler in the cream-colored camisole and then wiggled out of the pantyhose.  She left both sitting on the sofa, making a mental note to pick them up later. That was another of Ryan’s Rules: discarded clothing belonged on the hamper, not on the bed, floor, kitchen table, or anywhere else that was deemed to be untidy. 

Emily managed to force herself into the kitchen before opening both the fridge and freezer at once. She took a moment to enjoy the cool air that exited, but the contents themselves were disappointing.  She was hoping to find something easy, but the almost bare offerings only reminded her that she had once again forgotten to place an order for groceries. Turning her attention from the fridge to the freezer, her eyes landed on half a pint of banana split ice cream. Her mouth watered as she grabbed it and sat it out on the counter. 

“This so counts as dinner,” she rationalized to the empty kitchen. “Protein in the milk and nuts and even fruit in the cherries and bananas.” She flicked off the lid and grabbed an oversized spoon from the utensil drawer before she scooped up a big bite and shoved it into her mouth.  It was both savory and sweet and exactly what she needed after such a long and tiring day.  

With her prize in hand, she went back into the living room and plopped back down onto the sofa. She took another spoonful and then gave in and turned on the TV, surfing until she found a rerun of Murder Mystery.  Settling in among the pillows, she enjoyed the mindless plot as she shoved spoonful after spoonful of creamy ice cream into her mouth. 

The minutes clicked by, and before she knew it she’d hit the cardboard bottom of the box.  “I’ll have to remember to order another pint before Ryan realizes it’s gone,” she muttered to herself before putting the now empty carton on the coffee table in front of her.  Settling back into the pillows she returned her attention to show, but before long she found her eyelids become heavy.  

A quick check of the time told her she still had hours before Ryan would even be off work.  That gave her plenty of cushion to be a vegetable and still clean up before her girlfriend got home.   She closed her eyes again, only meaning to rest them, but it also felt so good once they were closed.  

***

Ryan Thomas ran her fingers through her short blonde locks as she scanned the mostly quiet ICU bay in front of her. The sound of steady beeping and whooshing of machines helping keep her four assigned patients alive was soothing.  Alarms meant trouble and for once she happy to be almost bored. Her eyes traced over the large monitors over each bay door, which tracked heart rate, oxygen, and blood pressure. All looked normal and gave her hope that the rest of her 12-hour shift would continue to be as quiet. 

She knew she should return to dictating her notes, but the moment of peace allowed her mind to flow to her girlfriend.  Emily should be home and in bed by now. The thought made her smile. Ryan had been working 12-hour nights for weeks now and with Emily working almost as many hours as a paralegal during the day they’d barely seen each other much less had any real quality time together.  She missed her little brunette beauty something fierce and couldn’t wait to crawl into bed next to her.  

It was hard to be away from Emily. She missed the mundane things like the way she smelled or just the feeling of warmth in the middle of the night. Thankfully, however, this would be the last shift they would be apart for a while as Ryan finally got a supervisory promotion and she would be working much more sensible hours from here on out. 

Ryan finished the sentence she was writing in a patient’s chart before scanning the four monitors in front of her again. Although peaceful, it was also almost too quiet.  At this rate the night would drag on, only making her miss Emily more. Fortunately, or perhaps unfortunately for her patient in room 403, the sudden beeping of an oxygen alarm broke through her thoughts as she rushed to check on him.  So much for a quiet last night-shift, she thought to herself before hitting the code button.

Twelve Seconds: An Anthology of Lesbian Spanking Romance

Today I’d like to highlight our ‘second’ attempt at an anthology.  The first one was very well received, but this second one also has a special place in my heart.   There were several returning authors from the first book, and it was wonderful to see how much they’d grown and changed.  Some of these authors have now even published books (or are working on them!)  It’s so awesome to know that I was able to help inspire others.

Like the First Anthology, it has a slew of interesting stories, all with unique ideas on what a ‘second’ is.  Also, like the 1st — 100% of the proceeds have been donated to charity.  You can read more about the charity Stone Soup Community Press Inc.’s at its website here https://stonesoupcommunity.com/  or from last weeks post about the First Anthology.    Below is also a snippet from my story from this book.  Please enjoy!

 

 

Exert from Fender Bender — Story by Stardawn Cabot

Beth bent her neck and kissed the top of Cassie’s head. They were cuddled together on the sofa, both sharing the same cushion, and rather comfortably settled in.  Beth had her arm around Cassie, and Cassie was using Beth’s upper chest as a pillow.  Normally Beth would have been more than happy to stay that way, but tonight something was off. Cassie hadn’t been herself all evening.  She hadn’t even protested when Beth put on one of the cop dramas she seemed to never be able to get enough of.

“Are you feeling alright, honey?” Beth asked, thinking it was possible that Cassie was coming down with something.  When she became sick, she would always get quiet and even a little clingy.

Cassie shifted, her big, green eyes, slightly narrowed in confusion.  “No.  I feel fine.”

“You’re a bit quiet.  Are you sure you’re not catching a cold or something?”

Cassie wrinkled her nose.  It was an adorable gesture that Beth usually loved.  “Maybe I’m a little tired,” Cassie admitted.   “It’s been a long day.”

“Maybe you should get to bed then.”

Cassie averted her eyes, putting her head back on Beth’s chest and turning her attention back to the television.  “I’m not that tired.  Besides, this show isn’t so bad.”

“I thought these shows were too violent and predictable to you?”

Cassie again wrinkled her nose. “They are, but I’m enjoying being with you.”

“Well, I can hardly argue with that.  I think, though, I might be a little tired as well.  How about we both head to bed?”

Cassie sighed.  “You can go ahead if you want to.  I’m not ready yet.”

“Cass?”

“Yeah?”

“Bedtime,” Beth reiterated as she showed how serious she was by turning off the TV.

Cassie sat up, this time narrowing her eyes in annoyance.  “You can’t just do that.  I’m not a child with a bedtime.”

“We can remedy the bedtime if you need one, and I’m sorry, but something else is going on.  Either you are really tired, you’re getting sick, or you’re just being naughty.  Any of those can be fixed by a good night’s sleep.”

“I was just trying to spend a little time with you and watch some TV.  Maybe you’re the one that is tired, or sick, or whatever,” Cassie shot back.

Beth’s jaw tightened, but Cassie’s words didn’t go unheard.  Was she overreacting?  Was there something else going on, or maybe Cassie was right.  She’d had a long day too. “Alright, I’m sorry.  I just worry about you.  I love you, you know.”

“I know,” Cassie agreed with a small smile.  “I’m sorry too.  But you know, maybe bedtime isn’t such a bad idea after all.”  She paused and waggled her eyebrows.

Beth chuckled.  “How about a soak in the tub?”

“Oh yes!  Can we turn on the jets?”

“As long as you don’t add the bubbles this time.”

Cassie’s lip turned down into a mocking pout.  “You spoil all the fun.”

“Maybe I was wrong and you’re not tired. Maybe you are just being naughty.  How long has it been since you’ve had a trip over my knee, anyway?”

Cassie’s cheeks pinkened as she suddenly seemed to become shy.  Her whole demeanor changed as her eyes cast downward and she visibly squirmed.  “Last month,” she barely whispered.

Fourteen Firsts: An Anthology of Lesbian Spanking Romance

 

It’s Tuesday again, and again time for me to talk about my next published work.  This book, however, is different.  It’s an anthology — yes, a collection of 14 different stories by 13 different authors.  Why 14 and 13, well it’s because I wrote two of the stories. One is an original story, and the other is a short sequel to my Morgan and Dakota series.  I also edited and mentored the other authors with the help of the Amazing Claire Britain.  Of my stories, the short, entitled Still Standing is also a lead into my 3rd book of this series (Still unpublished– but I’ll get back to it someday!)   If you are interested in Morgan and Dakota, you can catch their first two books here…  Standing Firm and it’s sequel Standing Strong.  You can also find snippets from both of these stories here

Anyways, this is a great series of stories and the best part about it is that 100% of the proceeds go to charity.  The 1st year they went to help victims of the floods/hurricanes down in Texas and Louisiana, and then recently we changed to an LGBTQ charity that specifically helps authors produce more stories like these. Stone Soup Community Press Inc.’s website can be found here https://stonesoupcommunity.com/  and here is a link also a link to their YouTube video https://youtu.be/t0ND1nTZRbc which tells more about the charity.

Here is also a snippet from that Morgan and Dakota story, Still Standing.

“What has gotten into you?” Morgan scolded.  She’d just hauled Dakota back to her trailer after she’d gotten into a rather heated argument with Nikki.  The co-stars were usually much more cordial, and even enjoyed each other’s company.  More often than not, they actually schemed together, but today had been very different.

“She’s hung over, and can’t get the scene right,” Dakota retorted.

“Maybe you should try helping her, rather than just snapping at her.”

Dakota rolled her eyes.  “All I’ve done is help her.  If it wasn’t for me… she’d still be…” Dakota trailed off.  “Never mind!  She needs to get her head on straight.”

Morgan let out a long breath and sat down on the sofa.  She reached out and grabbed Dakota’s hand, effectively pulling her into her lap.  Dakota let her, taking a deep breath herself.

“I’m sorry.  I’ve been kind of uptight today too.”

“I’ve noticed.  You didn’t get much sleep last night, did you?”

Dakota shifted.  “No, I guess not.”

“I think you could use a nap.”

“Morgan, we are shooting.”

“I’m going to go talk to J.D., alright?  I think Nikki could use a little break too.  I’m sure we can come back to this scene later.”

Dakota shook her head.  “I can’t disrupt the shooting schedule.  That’s not fair.  I never did before.  Even when I was hung over, I had enough sense not to do that.”

Morgan frowned, remembering a time long ago when Dakota used to be the terror on the set.  She would argue, throw things, and make everyone’s lives miserable, but when the camera was rolling, she always managed to get the job done.  “I know, but neither is delaying it with you two arguing.  Either way, you both need a break, so you might as well lay down for a while.”

“Morgan,” Dakota whined.  “I don’t want to…”

“Dakota, did I ask you if you wanted to take a nap?”

“Well, no, but…”

“Do I need to get the ruler?”

Dakota paled and Morgan had to bite her lip to keep from smirking.  The walls of Dakota’s trailer were much too thin to hide the noise from a traditional spanking, but some time ago, Morgan had found a flexible, plastic ruler that barely made any noise.  What it did do, however, was sting like the dickens.  Dakota hated it with a passion and usually just the threat alone would straighten out her behavior.

“I don’t want a spanking, Morgan,” Dakota answered in a low whisper.

“Want and need are two different things,” Morgan again threatened, raising an eyebrow in emphasis.

“Tell you what.  I’ll consent to a small break, and I promise you I’ll be more patient with Nikki. I know it’s at least partly my fault too.”

Morgan studied Dakota for a moment.  Long gone were the days where Dakota would try to argue her way out of punishment.  She’s gotten older, more mature, and her idea wasn’t actually half bad.  “Alright, I agree, but if I have to pull you back in here, neither of us are gonna be happy.”

Dakota smiled and leaned in for a kiss.  “I know, I love you too, Morgan.”

“Imp,” Morgan scolded. “I want you to drink some water and lay down for a bit.”

“I’m not taking a nap.”

“I know, but it’ll give you some time to center yourself.  I’m going to go talk to J.D. and tell Nikki to chill too.”

“Okay,” Dakota agreed, slipping off Morgan lap.  “I’ll see you in a few minutes.”

Morgan nodded and left the trailer.  The second she did, however, she got a strange feeling.  There were several people lingering nearby, and as soon as they saw her, they all suddenly seemed to have other places to be.  No one was meeting her eye, but before she could figure it out she spotted her aunt heading toward her.

“Morgan, you talk to Dakota?”

“Yeah,” Morgan drew out.  “She’s going to take a few minutes to calm down.  I was just looking for J.D…”

“So, you haven’t seen?”

“Seen what?  What is going on?”

Pam frowned.  “The news just broke, and it’s not good.”

“What news?  What’s going on? Please, Aunt Pam, you’re worrying me.”

Pam took a deep breath and handed over her phone.  Morgan wrinkled her brow as she started to read an article by one of the most prominent celebrity rags.   It didn’t make any sense, as it was saying something about Dakota being caught in a nightclub with Nikki.  It was worse than just being there though, and if it wasn’t for the attached pictures Morgan would have believed it was just made up.  Even with the pictures, Morgan was confused.  It made no sense.  It had to be doctored in some way.  Dakota was sitting on Nikki’s lap, and then there was a close up that, although a bit fuzzy clearly showed a kiss being exchanged.

“This isn’t possible,” Morgan argued as she handed the phone back to her aunt.  “Someone photoshopped this, somehow.  It can’t be.”

“Morgan this isn’t the only outlet reporting it.  There are pictures all over social media.  Dakota was at that club last night.”

“Dakota was with me last night.  Maybe it’s a double?  Someone that looks like her?”

“Her and Nikki?  This isn’t some sort of scam, Morgan.”

“What else can it be?!  I’m telling you, Aunt Pam, Dakota was home with me all night.”

“Are you sure?” Pam frowned.   “Nikki says differently.”

“Nikki said she was with Dakota last night?” Morgan let her eyes drop, replaying the events on the previous evening.  Dakota insisting on sleeping in another room, the clothing on the ground, and she seemed overly tired and irritable.  Could it be true?  Could Dakota had snuck out?  She didn’t want to believe it, but maybe…

Pam took a step closer to Morgan. She put her hand on Morgan’s arm, bringing attention back to herself.  “Honey, do you want me to talk to Dakota?”

Morgan blinked, taking a step back.  “No, I want to ask her myself.  Give me a few, alright?”

If you liked to read more about Dakota and Morgan, you can also find a snippet from Standing Firm Here  and Standing Strong Here