SWITCH V

The Spanker's Apprentice

 

Ardie Stallard

 

© Copyright Ardie Stallard, 2023, 2025

 

CHAPTER ONE

 

"Too much or not enough, you think?" Felicia asked Amandine with a judicious frown and an index finger holding up her chin.

"Oh, I think it's quite like one of Joe's spankings," giggled Amandine mischievously, "just right! Uh... would you mind terribly if I borrowed him for a few minutes when he and Jeff get back? Since your baby was born and before our guys started showing off their amateur carpentry skills I've not gotten to see you two much anymore and I, uh, guess the five percent of me that's submissive would like to get out a bit this afternoon."

"Uh huh. I saw this coming last Saturday and the one before, even, when they first started to work! Every time you're around Joe a little while you get all subby! All my husband has to do is frown at you and the ninety-five percent of you that's Dominatrix goes right into hiding!" Felicia shot back with a wry grin. "Well, all right. Jeff's already asked if he could help break in the new toys, you know."

"I know, but it's a fair exchange so long as it's temporary!" giggled Amandine in anticipation but again, with that same tiny touch of nervousness, "just try not to put any more cracks in his butt than the one he's already got!"

"A thousand standup comedians out of work daily, and you've gotta cut into their trade!" grumbled Felicia. For all their apparent quarreling, though, the two young women and their men were all fast friends who'd been through some trying times together.

Felicia Guthrie and Amandine Campbell stood across the street from Joe's and Felicia's home in West Memphis, Arkansas on a warm, sunny Saturday summer afternoon, the third weekend in succession they'd worked together. Their critique was of the neat block lettering Felicia had hired painted on the center panel of the bay window adorning the brand-new office Joe and Jeff had built by walling in, rewiring, and remodeling approximately half of the house's front porch:

 

ANTONIA ASSOCIATES OF WEST MEMPHIS

A BRANCH OF STALLARD BEHAVIORAL THERAPIES, LLC, MEMPHIS, TN

FELICIA C. GUTHRIE, BS, MS, LICENSED ASSOCIATE COUNSELOR

COUNSELING ONLINE VIA VIDEO CHAT, OR ON-SITE

IMPACT PLAY (SPANKING) THERAPY BY APPOINTMENT

MOST MEDICAL INSURANCES ACCEPTED

870-555-6087

Antonia@rdstallardtherapies.com

 

"I can't believe you got your Master's degree so quickly-and then got your advisor at Mid-South to agree to supervise you as a counselor! And open up a branch office in West Memphis with you as therapist and put your ad up on his own website and you on salary, no less!" laughed Amandine again. "And on top of everything else, letting you use your Dominatrix name as a business title! Maybe you should bring the old Prof over to The Lucky Stiff one night when we put on a party!"

"I started earlier than I thought I was going to. Actually I decided to do it this way as soon as I found out I was pregnant with C. J. It was academic overloads for two summers and two semesters and 'opting out' by exam on a few courses, and maybe the novel helped too, as my thesis. At least the good doctor's open-minded and I think I'm lucky to have him," Felicia explained. "You know how hidebound a bunch of elderly academics can be-well, maybe you don't, but take it from me, they mostly are. Now I need three years of supervised experience before they'll upgrade my counseling license from Associate to Professional, Dr. Stallard's licensed and qualified to supervise, and-well, it seems he understands, or maybe he's just intrigued. He sure gave me a lot of encouragement in getting my novel both presented as my thesis, and then published. Even introduced me to my publisher."

"If he liked the novel, bring him on! He'd actually come in handy when the Goths visit!"

"Maybe I should. If I did he might take their minds off trying to pretend Joe's a vampire count just because he works in a blood bank and me the vampire queen because I'm married to him and them wanting to submit to us every time they lay eyes on us. I've told you about the nightmare I had before C. J. was born. You and Jeff were even characters in it! But I might just tell Dr. Stallard you're looking for a part-time Dom of your own too, Amandine, so you'll quit asking for Joe's services yourself!"

"Felicia! Don't you dare!" gasped Amandine. A fair-skinned light blonde of northern Scottish and Scandinavian ancestry, she blushed easily and her face suddenly turned bright red. "If you did that I'd have to run it by Jeff and have the two of them meet and talk and-and-well, it'd be completely embarrassing! I've got a Domme image to maintain at The Lucky Stiff's dungeon! Mostly anyway! But," she continued in a calmer vein, "I've gotta admit I miss working with you. Callie too, ever since she and Desmond moved to Las Vegas. Don't you think you could make more money simply by partnering up with me full-time in The Lucky Stiff's dungeon? We could take on more clients that way and I'd love for us to work together again."

"I appreciate that, Amandine, truly," answered Felicia, "and I enjoyed working with you though we came near getting our tailfeathers singed that time at the frat house! But I guess Joe DID singe our tailfeathers for us after it was all over, though, didn't he?"

Still blushing, Amandine nodded assent; it was the first time of several since that Felicia's then-fiancé, now husband, had spanked the both of them at one setting as punishment for mischief. "We deserved it, too," she murmured with just the touch of a smile, lightly caressing her thin, petite bottom and savoring the memory.

"Oh, we had it coming. I agree with you on that. But you see," Felicia continued, "it's the clientele that's too shy, fearful, and self-conscious to go to a BDSM shop or dungeon or party or to make an appointment with a Dom or a Dominatrix, that I'm looking for here. Those that really need, and even crave, what spanking therapy has to offer, like tension release and behavior modification, but are wired so tight-like I used to be-and are so scared that they don't think they can allow themselves to relax and enjoy being vulnerable for a half-hour or hour. Besides that, 'therapist' is a lot more palatable title than 'Domme' for my family over in the Ozarks, especially since they've read my book now. Not to mention my schoolmarm outfits being more acceptable to them than Domme gear! But you can rest assured that whenever the need arises, you'll be getting referrals from me for anybody that wants a traditional Domme."

"Thanks, girlfriend," Amandine replied, obviously pleased. "But we'd better move our Dommely asses back across the street and finish sweeping out the sawdust and cleaning the place before the guys get back. I guess, in a sense, that Jeff will be christening it this afternoon, won't he? Your first therapy client?"

"Don't forget that you've already requested Joe's services too," said Felicia, "but I sure would love to take a shower before the guys show up. Let's go."

"Couldn't you pay Jessica a little extra to keep C. J. a few minutes longer, so you can?" C. J.-Charles Joseph, named for both his grandfathers and his father-was Joe's and Felicia's baby son, being kept in the house and back yard by Felicia's former classmate, "BFF" and submissive and Joe's "little," Jessica Brokamp. Amandine raised her left arm and attempted to sniff her own armpit. She wrinkled her nose. "Ew! I need a shower too! And I know our guys do! They had sawdust in their hair and carpet glue all over their forearms, but they still left enough scraps behind to put us into a sweat right along with them, cleaning everything up!"

"Oh, you're your own worst critic, Amandine! You don't smell bad! Now, a man's supposed to have a little tang in his body odor," laughed Felicia as the girls began to ascend steps, "and Joe even says he likes to smell fresh sweat on my skin sometimes! But we're certainly not getting any fresher. Okay, let's get back to work." Felicia opened her brand-new office door, hung only that morning by Joe and Jeff and catty-cornered to the house's main entrance, and the two stepped in and picked their cleaning rags back up.

Felicia and Amandine had just put the last of the worn rags, used paper towels, empty bottles of linseed oil and furniture polish, wood scraps, and the rest of their cleaning clutter into a black plastic garbage bag and taken it out the door and onto the front porch when Joe Guthrie and Jeff Edwards returned, carrying plain brown paper sacks and both sporting broad smiles. "Ed gave us a little discount on the new toys!" Joe enthused as he opened one sack and pulled out a traditional high school-style paddle, "and look what he engraved on each side, free of charge!" Felicia took the paddle, turned it over in her hands, blinked, and began to laugh. Ed, owner and operator of The Lucky Stiff Souvenir and Hobby Shop at the end of Sinbone Alley across the river in Memphis proper, and Jeff's uncle, had indulged an alliterative sense of humor. One side of the paddle read "Antonia's Attitude Adjuster" and the other, "Felicia's Foolproof Firestarter."

Felicia handed the new paddle back to Joe with a smirk as she opened the rest of the packages, containing the brand-new doeskin and suede martinets and floggers, dragon tongue, long and short tawses, leather "tawse" riding crop, and the rest of the impact-play equipment she'd ordered from her old friend Ed. "Want to try my new Attitude Adjuster out on Amandine's butt?" she asked mildly. "She's been wanting a spanking from you, you know. And this thing looks really intense!"

"Felicia! Joe! Sir!" quavered Amandine, thoroughly embarrassed again but visibly alarmed, "I've just got on these thin yoga pants and a thong and I don't have enough fat on my butt to withstand that kind of abuse! Please, no! Just your hand, sir?" she begged her once-in-a-while Top.

"Don't worry, Amandine, you know I always grill your pretty little pancakes with 'that personal touch,'" Joe reassured her with a twinkle in his eye. He laid the new paddle back on Felicia's desk. "But don't you think I should go to the kitchen first and bring back some butter and syrup?"

"Joe, Sir, don't tease me about the size of my butt!" Amandine whimpered as Jeff and Felicia, as always, snickered at the joke, "I grew the best one that I could! I can't help it that I have pancakes instead of buns!"

"Miss Amandine Campbell, there's not one thing wrong with the size of your rump," Joe answered, "it's cute and adorable and it's always a pleasure to spank, though I don't get to do it very often. Come on. I'll sit in the middle of the couch over here, you climb across my knees, and I'll try to work some of that tension I hear in your voice out of you. Okay? And, Felicia," he continued, "it appears your new office's very first client awaits your labors." He pointed to Jeff, who'd already cleared out his back pockets, leaned over one side of the desk, arched his back, wiggled his backside, and looked over his shoulder sheepishly at Felicia. She couldn't help but laugh again as she slowly started the thorough workout he'd so looked forward to as payment for his carpentry labors, leading off with her bare hand and then following with each and every new implement she'd just received, in turn.

Jeff, whom Felicia had met and first disciplined at The Lucky Stiff right before she'd encountered Joe and some weeks before Jeff met Amandine, took his licks as was common for him. Once in a while after a particularly intense workout and perhaps most often with right-handed Felicia working on his left nether cheek in tandem with lefty Amandine concentrating on his right, he'd have gnawed his lip a bit and gotten a few tears in his eyes. But neither of them could easily get him to call out a "safeword" indicating he'd had enough, and he'd hardly ever admit to feeling any pain. A real stoic.

Amandine was anything but. A Domme she might be ninety-five percent of the time, but her five-percent submissive side squealed, twitched, kicked, and squirmed continually through each and every workout Joe ever gave her. He already knew the drill well as she positioned herself: maneuvering her diagonally so he could lock his knees tightly around her thighs, he gave her a soft throw pillow to bury her face in and muffle her wails and screams. Already shedding a few anticipatory tears, she accepted it gladly. And as the blows from Joe's big flat right hand began to rain down again and again on her thinly-clad, shapely little bottom her tension release was almost visible. And it was certainly audible.

So as Felicia worked on Jeff she also observed Joe's interaction with Amandine, and she cocked an eyebrow and smiled as she realized that the same therapy Amandine had requested from her husband and Jeff had asked of her, would achieve for their friends exactly what she hoped to accomplish for her clients in her new practice: tension release perhaps both a bit sexual and otherwise, calmness, tranquility, and above all a safe place to feel vulnerable and let oneself be cared for, even if the caring came with a certain amount of sting and burn. Amandine raised her head to squeak out her safeword just as Felicia had started to try out her new engraved paddle on Jeff's behind, so Joe-who always left Amandine's aftercare entirely to Jeff except in such special circumstances-held her on his lap, cuddled her, and let her sniffle on his shoulder and wipe her eyes on his tee shirt while Felicia brought Jeff's paddle licks to a crescendo. But finally Jeff signaled by a wrestling-style "tap-out" on the desk that he felt properly disciplined, and Felicia let him up, hugged him, and whispered, "there's a pretty Lady with a hot, sore butt that needs some aftercare, boy. Go do your duty."

"Yes, Lady Antonia, Ma'am," he whispered back, "and thank you and Joe both for showing so much care and affection for us." She grinned up at him and gave him a final whack on the seat, making him jump, rub, and smile at the same time Joe helped Amandine to her feet and executed the same motion on her-producing not only a jump, rub, and grin, but one final loud squeal and giggle as well. The two met in a tight, passionate hug and a ferocious lip-lock in the center of the office as Joe ambled over to Felicia, put his arm around her, kissed her softly on the lips, and smiled.

"God, we need a bath in the worst way!" he chuckled quietly, "shame we can't take showers together the way we used to!"

"I know," answered Felicia, "I think I miss that worse than you do, but I know C. J. has to come first. He's gotta be watched." Joe nodded his head seriously and solemnly.

"Jeff, you able to drive, or should I go in the house and bring out an ice pack and a doughnut cushion for you?" he then asked. Felicia snorted.

"I can drive, Joe, no thanks to your pretty Lady there!" Jeff shot back as he freed one hand to rub his backside. Amandine, still sniffling and red-eyed but with a smile to die for, knocked his hand away and replaced it with her own. "But my own Lady here might want 'em. Do you, Sugar Britches?"

Amandine blushed bright red again and glared at Jeff. "Sugar Britches? Don't call your Lady such nicknames, boy!" she replied severely, "but I wouldn't turn down one of those ice packs... just in case, of course..."

"I'll go get one," offered Felicia, "I've gotta check on C. J. and Jess anyway. But I don't know what Joe and I would have done if you two hadn't helped us build this office! Thank you so much!"

"Well, thank you for... well, you know," Amandine half giggled, half whimpered. "It's been such a long time! We should try to do this more often! I hope you can come to a Lucky Stiff party soon!"

"I'll bring that ice pack right back out... or Jess will," Felicia, suddenly conscious of the size and fullness of her breasts, said. "The boy's gotta be hungry again by now, because I don't know how I've managed to stay standing and not fall right over on my face! I didn't even notice myself!"

"I noticed you," remarked Joe dryly.

"I did too," added Jeff mischievously. "Hey! Ow! I'm sorry, Lady Amandine! Ma'am! You know you're my Goddess! Guess I'm due for more discipline once you get me back home, huh?"

"Indeed you are, once you see to my own care, boy. After our shower I expect some judicious kisses on the right spots. And you're just gonna have to make do with my little boobs and my little butt!" replied Amandine haughtily, the ninety-five percent of her that was Dominant having returned right on cue.

"Oh, Lady, they're fine with me! Just wait till later and I'll prove it!" he returned. Laughing and shaking her head, Felicia exited the new office, opened her front door, and stepped into her home.

Jessica, holding C. J. up on her left shoulder and collarbone, met Felicia in the kitchen. "He just woke up, Mistress," she whispered, "and I changed his diaper and got him hushed crying only a minute or so ago. I mixed up a little of his rice cereal with part of the last bottle you pumped earlier and fed it to him in his highchair before he took his nap, but no doubt he's hungry again."

"Well, here, let me have him," Felicia answered softly, picking up a cloth diaper and tossing it across her own shoulder as the baby, recognizing her voice, turned round and reached for her with an angelic grin. "Good thing he's hungry, because I'm about to explode, myself! I'll have to take a wet wash cloth to my boobs and let him top me off, as it were, before I pump any more to mix with his cereal." She settled herself into hers and the baby's favorite rocker and made ready to let him drink his supper, maintaining her modesty with the diaper as a drape.

"Sounded like you and Daddy were having a good time out there with Jeff and Amandine, Mistress," observed Jess tartly and with a barely perceptible pout.

"Jess! Are you jealous?" asked Felicia with a slight frown as she rocked C. J. slowly. "You shouldn't be. You'll always be my BFF and your Daddy Dom's crazy about you too. You know that."

"It's just been a long day, Mistress," replied Jessica despondently, "and I guess I got to thinking about the times when you and I were both brats and Daddy had to take us in hand and bend us over side by side and..."

"Jess, you know we can't do that right now. Not with C. J. at this age, anyway. He's starting to pick up on things, and somebody's got to look after him all the time."

"Mistress, I'm not complaining about C. J.! I love him! And although Riley and I are both looking forward to starting with the Shakespeare company in a couple of weeks I'll miss all three of you something awful and I don't know what I'll do if I can't babysit my precious little Domlet regularly-"

"I keep telling you, don't call him that!" remonstrated Felicia. "He doesn't need to know about mine and his dad's hobby for many and many a year yet! If ever!"

"I'm sorry, Mistress," sniffled Jessica, a tear trickling down her cheek. "Guess I'm just feeling downcast generally... this year's graduating class at Shelby U.'s already flown to the four winds, and I'm setting out on my own right along with the rest..."

"Oh, don't cry, Jess! You know I can't stand for you to cry! Joe can't either! Listen! Get an ice pack out of the freezer and take it to Amandine in the office. We're done working on it and she and Jeff are almost ready to leave. And then tell your Daddy Dom I said to give you some strict attention. Or, as he puts it," she concluded with a wry chuckle, "since you're cryin' already, you might as well have somethin' to cry about. Listen. Feed the cat, will you?"

"Aw, Mistress!" whined Jess in mock disappointment, rubbing her backside in anticipation of what she expected to happen as she bent down to sprinkle kibble in a bowl for Joe's and Felicia's big Maine coon tomcat, "why can't it be you this one time? Daddy's big hands give awful hard spanks, you know!"

"I know that better than anybody. But you know he'd never dare spank you as hard as he possibly can, or me either. Besides that, you and I both know I've gotta feed this little Domlet-oh, confound it, Jess brat, you've got me calling him that now! What am I ever gonna do with you, you scamp? Listen. Tell him I said to use the new doeskin martinet, okay? I've never heard you complain about a flogging."

"Ooo! I love a doeskin flogger! Thank you, Miss!" gushed Jess, her depressed mood seemingly flying right out the window as she pulled an ice pack from the freezer and set about obeying her Mistress' orders. "Daddyyyy!" Felicia heard her call as the girl opened the front door. She shook her head with a tired grin and maneuvered C. J. so he could drink now from the fountain on the other side. Milk was running down into his double chins and soaking the collar of his onesie. But it wouldn't be long before Felicia and Joe couldn't risk talking in front of him the way she and Jess just had.

Felicia shook her thick, soft brunette mane, leaned her head back, closed her eyes, and smiled. It had been a good day, and she was really looking forward to opening her new office and putting her Psychology degrees to work. And she and Joe had just had a wonderful interaction with good friends, and even now, though she couldn't hear any noise from it, she knew her BFF, sub, and former acting partner was getting her pretty little round butt thoroughly flogged as well. Probably putting on a real drama-queen act for her Daddy Dom too. Felicia couldn't say whether the girl would return to the house giggling, crying, or both. Likely both, and with her Daddy Dom's arm around her shoulder. In any case she'd be vigorously rubbing her cute little caboose.

Yes, it had been a near-perfect day. If only she and Joe could get a little personal quality time to themselves now, but the evening wasn't over-and it couldn't hurt to hope.

 

***

 

"Sorry, hon," Joe whispered apologetically as he and Felicia lay together in the dark, "but your two pretty girls there are all C. J.'s until he's completely weaned. It's not right to have it otherwise." A Nanit Pro Camera baby monitor on Felicia's night table showed C. J. sleeping peacefully in his crib, but Joe was still worried that his deep, carrying voice might wake the little one up if he spoke too loudly. Even at the best of it, though, C. J. would want a late-or an early-snack before too long.

Felicia sighed. "You and your high principles! I know, I know, but they're extra sensitive now and I miss-well, I miss certain things you like to do to them! Can't you put clamps on me just for a few minutes while we, uh... we... you know..." She looked up at her husband appealingly. "Maybe the fur-lined ones?"

"I miss doing those 'certain things' to them, too," Joe agreed with a soft chuckle. He then craned his neck to blow gently on her left nipple till it hardened and goosebumps popped up all over the aureole. "But better safe than sorry. I don't dare make 'em too sore for C. J. to take his meals. That breast pump's rough enough on you as it is and besides that, he's gonna start cutting teeth any time. But as long as he nurses, you'll be giving him your immune antibodies right through the milk. Better for his health."

"Joe, you're gonna make me crazy blowing warm air on my nipples and then not following up!" Felicia hissed with a nervous squirm. "That's about as truly sadistic as you can get! You're the stubbornest man I... I... I ever married!" Her blue eyes flashed as she frowned at him. "How long's it been since we've had the chance to do a good leisurely hot roleplay?"

"Too long," Joe admitted with a sigh. "But hon, spanking makes noise! No getting around it! You remember, I've had to do this same thing years before. I've even told you about Erin almost catching Shelly and me."

Now Felicia wished she hadn't started complaining. Joe was referring to his first wife Michelle or Shelly, and their daughter Erin, both of whom had been killed by a drunk driver five years before he and Felicia had begun their relationship. Joe had never completely gotten over the trauma and probably never would, but he did his best to cope. And strangely, it had turned out that being a Daddy Dom to Jessica actually helped him. Both Felicia and Jess knew that too.

"Now I kinda hate that I even brought this up," Felicia offered.

"Don't feel bad, please. Every D/s couple with kids has to come to terms with this kind of thing. Believe me, I could tell you more stories. Anyway, I used to hate going to D/s parties, though Ed and Amandine and Jeff and you have cured me somewhat of that affliction. So the best solution I can think of is this, especially since we've talked about giving C. J. a brother or sister somewhere down the line: a couple times a month we get a babysitter, Jess maybe when she's back in town between tours and otherwise the evening shift at the day care center, and visit The Lucky Stiff. We'd either rent out the dungeon ourselves for some private time or maybe once in a while double up with Jeff and Amandine. Or, simply go to Amandine's monthly pay-to-enter public parties like the rest of the local D/s community. We just can't stay as late as we used to at those things."

Felicia turned over on her back, crossing her arms over her breasts with a most unladylike pout. "I don't much care for scening as a sub in front of a lot of strangers," she observed. "A Domme, sure, but I prefer my submission to be private, or at least among people I know! Well, mostly. I loved taking your spanking for you when Jess and Amandine and Jeff and Ed and I threw that birthday party for you over there. But even if we did something like that, it'd be only once or twice a month! No spontaneity at all!"

"When you're a parent, you have to wait on your spontaneity-if that's not a contradiction in terms. You want me to keep C. J. and let you make visits over to The Lucky Stiff on your own, then, so you can ask Ed to take you into his office and bend you over the desk and paddle your butt good and hard like good old Mr. Mangrum back at Hannahsburg High?" Joe asked her with the slightest trace of irritation in his voice. "That'd be private. And he'd be glad to do it."

"No! That wouldn't be as much fun as it would if you were there too, playing my boyfriend right outside the office, all ready to take me in your arms and kiss me and comfort me and rub my red-hot butt while I squirm and cry!" Felicia retorted with a frustrated scowl.

"Well, hon, we can't have everything! Okay then. Maybe we could simply try to think up very quiet scenes. If I hadn't already promised I'd never use a switch on you, that'd be an idea. A switch makes very little noise. Certainly nothing like a paddle or belt or tawse does. The one being switched, though, well, that's another matter altogether where noise is concerned."

Felicia's annoyance immediately morphed into mild apprehension. The very thought of a switch unsettled her, especially when she recalled all the tales Joe had told her about being beaten when he was growing up. "I'd, uh-I'd just as soon you kept that promise... uh, Sir," she murmured as she nestled a little closer to him.

He put an arm round her and kissed her on top of the head. "How about a nice limber rattan cane, then?" he teased her. "That's quiet. Maybe I'll buy one off Ed just in case."

"Uh-how's a cane any better than a switch? Sir?" Felicia asked nervously.

"Because I've never promised NOT to use a cane on you, for one thing!" Joe chuckled, but then his voice took on a hard quality. "But enough talk for right now. Roll over there, hug your pillow, and get that pretty ass of yours up in the air for me!"

Felicia's tummy suddenly twisted. That was her man's Dom tone, and it never failed to put butterflies in her stomach. "But-but-what are you gonna do... err, Sir?" she stammered as she made haste to obey him, her head to the side as she tried to catch his eye. He was already positioning himself right behind her.

Joe frowned at her. "Shh! Keep the noise down! Who do these cute round globes belong to, anyway?" he demanded, giving her right sit spot a caress and then a brief but solid pinch.

"Oh! Sir! I-it-they belong to you, of course! They're all yours! Just like the rest of me!" whimpered Felicia quietly, squirming at the sensation of the pinch.

"Well, then! What business is it of yours to ask me what I plan on doing with an ass that belongs to me?" he countered with another caress and pinch to her left buttock. "Don't you trust that I know how to take good care of my own property?"

"Uh-uh-y-yes, Sir! I do trust you!" Felicia insisted quietly with another squirm. The exchange had made her sex swell and moisten, and it was already practically ready to gush. The thought of Joe claiming her ass as his personal property always made her hot. "I place this ass at your mercy! Please! Do with it what you will!"

"I spoil you," Joe growled lowly, "but it seems I can't help it. All right, you said you wanted a spanking, so you'll get a spanking-for starters."

"But-but sir, you were worried about C. J. waking up!" warbled Felicia, now feeling herself completely out of control-but still firmly in the grip of someone whom she loved, and who loved her, very much.

"So I'll do a quiet spanking!" shot back Joe softly-just as he pulled back her left buttock with his left hand and began to spank her directly on the rosebud with the index and middle fingers of his right.

Felicia jammed her face into the pillow to keep from giggling. She couldn't do much about her squirming. God, the sensation was so weird. But so pleasant, at the same time. When she felt she'd recovered a tad of modulation to her voice she squeaked, "Oh! Sir! It's been a long time-Oh! Since you've done that-Oh! My poor little spanked butthole! Ohhh! Oh-MY!"

Joe had proceeded from spanking her anus to dipping his right thumb in a nearby jar of scented oil and then using it to explore the tight, snug orifice. "Do I own this ass both outside and in, girl?" he growled quietly.

"OOO! Yes, sir! Yes, Master! Outside and in, both! OH!" Felicia squeaked, twerking involuntarily.

"Well... since I can't spank you loudly right now, I guess I'm just gonna have to use another punishment on you," Joe continued-surprisingly calmly. "In this instance, impalement."

"Impalement?" whimpered poor Felicia just as Joe forced his erect cock to the hilt in her hot, wet sex. "OH! That kind of impalement! Oh, Sir! Master! I've been a bad girl and I willingly beg for your correction! Please! Ream your slave girl out! Either way! Both ways! Please! OH!" Her genital muscles involuntarily tightened around Joe's manhood, and he thrust faster and more insistently even as he explored her ass with his thumb. And so as not to leave his left hand idle, he complemented his assault on Felicia's backside with a few more well-placed, but easy and quiet, pinches and fingernail flips.

"Ohhh, Master!" Felicia moaned softly, "are you gonna breed me again?" She twerked backward hard and felt the bump of the head of Joe's cock on her cervix.

As far into his role as he was, that question still gave Joe pause. He wondered how to answer her. But with Felicia one had to think quickly and he proved equal to the task. "We'll be talkin' about that, girl, before it happens," he grunted with another fierce thrust of his pelvis. Yet the thought was wildly exciting to him, and apparently to her as well. The two of them came hard, simultaneously. Felicia jammed her face back into the pillow, hugged it tightly, and keened.

Slowly, breathing hard, Joe disengaged his pelvis and hands and collapsed back on the bed beside Felicia, who had just turned over on her back and was swiping at her eyes. Particularly intense orgasms often provoked tears for her.

"How we managed that as quietly as we did I'll never know," breathed Joe softly as he cleaned his hands with baby wipes and Felicia snuggled close to him. "Luck, I guess. But I hope that was a proper substitute for an old noisy spanking," he continued, draping an arm back around her shoulder and kissing her forehead. "Was it good for you?"

"It was great, Joe... Sir... but still... the endorphin rush... and my pu-puden-puden-dal nerves... from a regular good, loud, hot spanking or paddling added to it would have been... oh... so... sexy... wow... good... night... Master..."

She was asleep.

Joe sighed and facepalmed. He didn't bother her further, though, knowing that she hadn't pumped any more breast milk this evening and thus, between the two of them, she was the only one equipped to feed C. J. tonight when he woke for his midnight snack. "You're a hard case, my darling," he whispered in a quiet chuckle right before he kissed her forehead again and closed his eyes.