“I aim to please.” He kissed her and slid into the warmth of her, making love to her gently for a short time, until they both built up to a crashing climax.
As they cuddled together in the tangled sheets afterwards James said, “I’m hungry. Let’s go raid the refrigerator.”
“I’m sleepy,” Suzanne moaned.
“But I’ll bet you’re hungry, too. I know I am. I’ll also bet,” James grinned at her, “that you didn’t eat any dinner tonight, um, last night. I mean before the party.”
“How did you guess?” She nibbled his neck.
He got out of bed and handed her a terry cloth knee-length white robe. Reaching into the closet, he pulled on a royal blue one. “Because I was too scared to eat before my initiation, and I knew more about what I was getting into than you did.”
She pulled on the robe and taking his hand, followed him downstairs. He pulled some roast beef out of the refrigerator and they had thick roast beef sandwiches, with milk. Then they each had some homemade apple pie.
“Did you make this?” Suzanne asked surprised, she knew it wasn’t a frozen pie.
“I wish I could say I did, but I had dinner with my folks the night before last and Mom sent it home with me, the roast beef, too.” James grinned at her. “She’s always afraid I’m not eating right.”
“My mother’s the same way.” Suzanne smiled, “I wonder when they’re going to think of us as grown-ups?”
“I hope never, if it keeps her baking like this.” James laughed before taking a big bite of the pie.
The next morning they made love again before they got out of bed. Then they made love, wildly but carefully, in the shower. James inspected her bruises, which weren’t very bad after all. He loaned her a pair of red jogging shorts and a white T-shirt. He pulled out a similar pair of shorts for himself, and a tank top. They both dressed and went downstairs to make breakfast.
Over a simple breakfast of toast, orange juice and scrambled eggs, they talked. They started by discussing the club. James cleared something up that had been bothering her. He told her that the club did not discriminate, but applications from Asians and Blacks were rare. In fact, he told her there was only one Black couple in the club but they had not been able to attend the initiation. The conversation turned to her. She told James about her one worry leftover from the previous night. Michael still had a key to her house.
“We can solve that after we finish having our breakfast,” James said.
He took her home, stopping at a hardware store on the way. As soon as they arrived home, she knew there had been reason for her concern; Michael’s car was gone and two of the tires on her own car were slashed. Inside the house there was no damage but she could tell Michael had been there, as most of his clothes were gone from her closet. She quickly called the police.
James had her get out her tools and with her help, installed new locks and put an alarm on her door. By the time the police arrived, she had packed up the last of Michael’s things that she could still find at her place and put them in a box in her garage. She reported the slashed tires, and told the police why she suspected Michael. After they left, she packed some clothes and put on her floral print one-piece bathing suit, under a full skirt.
They stopped at her landlord’s home on their way back to James’ house. They gave the landlord one of the new keys and told him about the alarm. Suzanne explained that she had broken up with Michael, told him about her tires, and asked him not to let Michael have a copy of the new key. She introduced James to him.
Her landlord, a burly ex-navy man with tattoos on his forearms, surprised her by hugging her lightly and saying, “I’m glad you broke up with that creep. Don’t worry, Honey, I’ll see that he doesn’t bother you anymore.” Then he looked James over. “You treat her right now, you hear?”
“I sure will,” James smiled at the man, “and give me a call if the creep gives Suzanne or even you any trouble.”
“I can take care of him.” The tough, older landlord smiled tightly as he shook hands with James. “Don’t you worry.”
“He looks like he could take care of a dozen Michaels,” James told Suzanne, “I have a feeling I’d better treat you real nice.”
“I have a feeling you would anyway.” Suzanne kissed him, grinning.
Finally, they went back to James’ house. James put on navy swimming trunks and they went for a swim in his pool. Afterwards they laid out, lounging on towels on the redwood deck, soaking in the hot sun and talking.
“We started this relationship a little bit backwards,” James said. “We had sex before we really got to know each other. I usually don’t do that. That’s something I want you to understand, I play my spanky games, but I don’t actually have sex with someone or bring her here unless I really care for her.” James reached out to gently stroke her silky hair.
“I’ve never jumped into bed with anyone I just met either,” Suzanne replied. “Not before last night. I may try to hang on to a relationship for far too long, but I’ve never started one so quickly. I must admit though it feels right, wonderful and completely natural being here with you.”
“It feels right for me, too. And amazing.” James kissed her. The kiss built up quickly. “Let’s go inside, my love.”
When they got inside, James took her upstairs to his bedroom. He had a startling request for Suzanne. He opened his closet and took out a leather western belt, hand-tooled and heavy. He stood next to the bed and asked her to use his belt to give him a good hard whipping.
“Why do you want a whipping now?” she asked curiously, surprised.
“I can give you three reasons: First, I didn’t get a whipping last night at the party.”
“Poor, deprived baby,” Suzanne said with false sympathy.
“Depraved, more likely,” his mouth twisted ruefully, “but the second reason is more important. I want to make sure you really understand that our relationship won’t be just one sided. You won’t always be the bottom. Our love life won’t just consist of my whipping or abusing you. In fact, except for the club we probably won’t play our little spanky games all that often, and we’ll do it only when we both feel like it,” James paused. “Your poor ex-boyfriend made a mistake when he tried to join our club. As I tried to explain on the phone, many S & M clubs are strictly for dominates and submissives. Our club isn’t quite that way. We’re made up of people who enjoy spankings and role playing, and most of them enjoy it from either side. Most of our members do have a role they favor; but very few members go home from a party without doing both, getting and giving discipline.”
“Where was I?” James continued, “I remember, third, a whipping always gives me a hard-on, although with you around, getting a hard-on doesn’t seem like it’s going to be much of a problem.”
She directed him to lay face down on the bed. He did. She began to whip him with his belt, but not very hard. He grabbed her hand and stopped her.
“Come on, Love, get tough, you won’t hurt me,” he said, kissing her. “Remember, I’ve been on the receiving end many times and I enjoy it.”
