Jenna was angrily shoving Marc's belongings into trash bags. Two full bags sat by the front door in the living room. He had never formally moved in with her, but somehow a ton of his belongs had migrated into her apartment. He burst through the door lugging the sacks of groceries she had sent him out for. A cheerful greeting froze on his lips as he spotted her jamming a pair of his cycling shoes into a half full bag.
"What's the matter?" he asked, instantly pinned by her frosty blue gaze.
"Cheating boyfriends have to go!" She snapped, hurling the bag across the room to land near the others.
"Cheating boyfriends?" His face was a mix of fear and.... Guilt? He was trying his best to look innocent. "What are you talking about?"
They had met over a year ago through the local bicycle racing circuit. The attraction was instant.... She loved his engaging manner, and big brown eyes.... The short blond curls, handsome face, and firm physic didn't hurt either. He loved her enthusiasm, twinkling blue eyes, caring ways.... And lean cyclist body. He was on the Army cycling team, his job to race a bicycle. She was sponsored by a big national cycling team, but worked at a local jewelry store for extra cash in the off season. They had slept together twice before she found out he had a girlfriend. No, not just a girlfriend, a fiancé! It ended just that fast.... Fiancé. But he still sought her out on the training rides, asking for her guidance and advice. She had been racing longer than he had.... In that way he kept the friendship going until he broke up with Kate.... the fiancé . Then he pursued Jenna, hard core.... promising loyalty. No more cheating, no more flirting with other women..... She knew better. In the back of her mind, she knew better, but she just couldn't resist him....his charm, his sweetness, their budding friendship.... And his oh so hot body!!
Even now, in her rage, she knew she would do it all again.... Just for the few months they had, but it was over. She would not tolerate cheating. Marc crossed the living room carefully, and sat the groceries down on the kitchen counter. Hands on her hips, she watched his progress, saw him stalling for time, trying to figure out what she knew. She didn't keep him in suspense for too long. Purposefully she strode into the kitchen and grabbed him by the front of his jeans, yanking him to the side. She shoved her hand into his back pockets, one after the other. "Where is it?" she demanded, hands back on her hips.
"What?" he asked, guilty look in his eye, but voice neutral.
"Brandy's phone number."
"Brandy who?....." He glanced away from her and downward.
"Where do you keep all these girls' phone numbers?" She spat out.
"What are you talking about?" he asked, defensive.
"I am talking about a pretty blond, bumped into you in the produce section? She gave you her number. You put it in your back pocket, and you said maybe you could meet for drinks sometime...."
"Were you spying on me?" He demanded, but it came out sounding slightly unsure.
"No, dummy.... She works with me at the Jewelry store. I set you up! You've been asking to move in here with me.... I had to know if I could trust you. Guess I got my answer...." Her rage had faded, replaced with sadness. "Pack up the rest of your shit and get out."
"Jenna, Please..." Marc begged, as she turned and walked away. "I wasn't going to call her, I swear! It was just some harmless flirting...."
"Whatever you say, Marc" Jenna replied, flatly. "Just leave."
"Isn't there something I can do to make it up to you? Something I can do to show you?" She hated the despairing sound in his voice. "I know I fucked up..... But really, I wasn't going to call her, I swear! You have to believe me!"
"But I don't" She said, keeping her voice hard.
Marc sat down on the couch and dropped his head into his hands. Slowly his shoulders started to hitch with soundless sobs.
"I love hanging out with you...." He sobbed. "I don't want to lose you..."
Crying?!! Jenna was incredulous. She had thought he would pack his bags and leave. They had fun together, sure. Marc was always talking to her about something, sharing ideas and thoughts. They went on training rides, and cooked meals together. There were times it felt like they were best friends, as well as lovers... And the sex was truly amazing! But crying? She stared at his bent head in disbelief; she was sure it was one of his many ploys to get his way. Suddenly she made a decision.
"OK, we'll give it one more try," she said firmly, "on one condition..."
Marc raised his head, swiping at his eyes with the back of his hand. He looked at her hopefully.
"You will be punished for flirting with Brandy... and anytime I deem necessary." She said, with a glint in her eye.
"Punished how?" He looked nervously into her eyes.
"Today you will get a spanking... a paddling actually, for your behavior." She watched for his reaction. She had always wanted to spank a man, but had never taken it beyond the realm of fantasy. She was shocked at how excited she felt by this idea. He had just flirted with her co-worker, took her number! She should be sending him packing... But if he said 'yes'.... He looked away from her, deep in thought, for a very long moment. She was sure he would say no, and that would be alright. It would be over.
"Okay" he said, dropping his head. It was such a soft murmur she was not sure she had heard him correctly.
"Did you just say yes?" She asked in wonder. He nodded silently. Her head spun for a moment.... He had said yes... Her resolve stiffened.
"Then say it out loud. Tell me what you will let me do." She said sternly.
"You can spank me for flirting" he said hesitantly, looking back up into her eyes. He looked scared and... was that excitement she saw? His cheeks flushed and he looked back down.
"Stand up" She commanded. He stood, revealing a growing bulge in the front of his jeans.
"This is not just some sex game" she growled at him. "It is punishment."
He blushed a brighter red, nodding mutely.
"Get into the bedroom, take off your clothes, and face the far wall" She ordered. Their eyes met again for a moment, and then he hastened to comply.
She spent the next few minutes putting away the groceries and putting together a plan. She did not have a paddle in the apartment, but she did have a wooden bath brush. That would have to do. When she was sure he had enough time to complete her orders, she strolled into the bedroom. The sight of him made her catch her breath, and smile involuntarily. He was standing there, completely naked as ordered, facing the far wall. Hands clasped together in the small of his back, feet shoulders' width apart, with head and shoulders squared... He looked like a soldier at the position of 'parade rest'. Well yes, that's right, she remembered, he was in the military. Broad shoulders, narrowed waist, and a muscular ass created a mouthwatering vision. "Hands interlaced behind your head" she ordered. He quickly obeyed. A thrill rushed through her. "Stay there!"
"Yes, Ma'am" he replied. Oh, this was going to be fun, she thought. Why hadn't they done this sooner?
Ten minutes later she had retrieved the bath brush, and he was still maintaining his position, though shifting from foot to foot occasionally. He instantly stilled when he heard her come in the room.
"Marc" she snapped, breaking the silence, "Come over here, now."
She was standing by the bed. Startling a little at the sound of her voice, he dropped his arms, and moved quickly to her side. His cock, slightly softened from the long wait, now bobbed back to attention. She grasped it firmly, pulling him in a little closer.
"Are you ready to be spanked" she asked, staring up into his big brown eyes.
"Yes Ma'am" His breathing quickened. She admired his bare chest, firm abs and muscled thighs.
"This might not last long" she warned, giving his hard cock a last squeeze. "Lay down over the bed, feet on the floor!"
She smacked his rear end smartly, as he turned away from her. The bath brush rested close by and he eyed it warily as he folded himself over the edge of the bed.
"Hands out in front, and they better not come off the bed!" came her order. Again, he complied.
"Why are you being punished?" she asked sharply.
