Hello everyone! *blushing smile* I finally got my nerve up to write one for the Halloween Story Contest 2017. I welcome your comments but please be kind since this is my first story ever sent here. I would very, very much appreciate your vote should this tale give you a thrill or titillation. It was more than exciting for me to write it, but a vote is a validation that may make me write more. -- Tender Bottom
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The text pinged in:
I'll be home very late. Don't hold dinner.
Figures. The day I rushed home from work to make a candlelit dinner for him. The table was set, complete with the vase of autumn flowers, and tall, autumn-toned candles. It looked beautiful. As for the dinner? Nothing outrageously gourmet. It would have taken too long. I looked at the steaks and threw them in the freezer for another day. Just as well. He was usually a bit tired mid-week and I had just lost my extra five pounds. Admittedly, I had another few to go so I nibbled at the salad, attempting to make it my lackluster dinner. The sides and bread I tucked away so I wouldn't be tempted. As for the wine? Could a glass hurt?
My face brightened as I looked at the color of the translucent red Cabernet pouring into the glass. I let the wine breathe. I needed to as well. Within only a few minutes, I returned to my wine glass, and drew a long drink. It tingled deep inside of me. Shed of my high heels and work clothing, my auburn hair was now pulled to a ponytail and I was in my baby blue cotton PJs, the ones with Capri pants and small top.
I set my cell to charge in the other room. Putting my wine glass down next to the bottle, I settled into his oversized leather chair, pulling my legs under me and dropping a throw blanket on my lap. Time to read.
It was then I noticed the sizable candy bowl we had hidden away on the side table. With less than a week to Halloween, it brimmed with shiny candy packages, ready to be handed out. I opened one and let the chocolate caramel goodness swirl heaven into my mouth. Mmm... I sipped the wine.
Another candy, another sip. I sank into a rhythm as I read my book. Normally not one for violence in what I read, being close to Halloween, I felt a titillation at the promise of the dark chill and sank into a suspenseful vampire tale. As the heroine's heartbeat heightened when the vampire pulled her into his embrace, hands sinking under her garb, I gulped huge swallows of wine. When they ate each other's kisses, I filled my mouth with chocolates. Bite begat bite. Sucking begat more wine.
I didn't even hear him enter. All I heard was his deep resonant voice calling out, "Kelly, I'm home! Kelly?"
Startled, I squeaked out a scream. My second (or was it third?) glass of wine spilled out over the leather arm of his chair and onto my lap. My lap! It was filled with candy wrappers! Damn. In a rush of adrenaline, I tried to brush the wine from the leather but knew it had already stained, so I hid it with the throw blanket. Candy wrappers flew.
"What the hell are you doing?"
"Having dinner?" my voice squeaked out in a whisper, with a flush of a smile. I leaned onto the stained arm of the chair. My cheeks blushed crimson. The mixture of wine and embarrassment collided.
"Didn't you get my text?"
"Sure." I tried to sound nonchalant. "Don't hold dinner. So, I..."
He took a few steps back into the dining room, and returned, holding out my cell to me. It had been on silence from my meeting at the end of the day. "Try looking at the next two texts and calls."
"Ooops." They had told of change of plans. How he was in meetings and had asked me to join him for dinner at a restaurant.
"Sorry."
I stood, the remaining wrappers fluttering to the ground. The throw caught on the waist of my PJs, exposing the red stain on his favorite, rather costly chair.
His handsome face turned livid with brown eyes nearly flashing. "Sorry? Oh, you will be!"
I heard the zip of his belt as it pulled free from his slacks and swallowed hard. I knew exactly what was coming.
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"Noooooo!!" I kicked my feet and twisted over his lap. Even though I knew I shouldn't, even though everything inside me told me to not reach back, I did. I had to protect my tender cheeks. I had to rub the sting away.
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He had started more calmly, though I knew he was anything but calm. His sleeves were rolled up. He sank onto the leather chair. The same one I had been in. It was wide, so wide that I would sometimes drape across it or two people could squeeze onto it sitting properly. There was nothing proper now. When he slid back into the chair, he noticed the red wine stain, further fueling him. That wasn't the scary part. It was his composure. He quelled all the roiling anger into a deep growl as he had asked me to slide over his lap.
I did. But he turned me around so that my face was on the wine stain. My belly trembled, the usual comfort of his warm lap, vanished when his hands abruptly positioned my legs up and tugged me so that my bottom was raised up and situated before him.
At first, he had no words. His big paw of a hand rubbed my bottom through my pajamas. I think I let out a moan at the loveliness of his touch. That stopped it.
Smack. Smack.
One than another fell.
Smack!
He hit a cheek.
Smack!
Another. Then lower on my upper right thigh... six in a row then the same to my left. I shifted and bit back a whimper. He knew it didn't hurt worthy of my cries. Not yet. The heat was building though.
He returned to the fullness of my cheeks. They came harder. In a footfall rhythm... then his words, cutting in even more.
"Do you have any idea how worried I was?"
Thwack!
