The Good Girl - Chapter Three

If this happens again, I'm going to spank you. How could one simply uttered ultimatum throw my world into absolute chaos?

My name is Maxi McConnell and I live a double life. Don’t worry. It’s not nearly as nefarious as it sounds. It’s more a simple case of perfection vs. reality. The Perfect Maxi is just that… perfect. Impeccable clothes, immaculate hair and make-up, topped off by a sparkling personality. The Real Maxi…not so much.

I’ve happily played the role of Perfect Maxi for Thomas Graham, my sexy attorney boyfriend over the last several months. But something happened recently that sent our relationship careening into uncharted territory. It seems Thomas doesn’t want Perfect Maxi, he wants Good Girl Maxi. The only problem is I’m not sure how Real Maxi fits into the equation, or if she does at all.

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The Good Girl

By Fiona Summerville

Chapter Three

As a paralegal, my work consists of quite a bit of research, on and off line, so taking a few moments at lunch to surf the internet on my obsession du jour seemed harmless. I typed in my first query: “should I let him spank me” and hit enter. My eyes grew wide. Wow! 58,300 results in thirty seconds. Apparently there was a lot of spanking research going on in the land of Google. I garnered an odd sense of comfort knowing I wasn’t the only one curious or in the same position.

I clicked on the first result that caught my eye. In it, a woman's husband had wanted to spank her for many years and recently she had caught him masturbating to images online because his urges had gotten out of control.  She asked her fellow cyber “spankees” for advice on whether or not to give in to his wishes. The majority of the people told her to go for it. Wow. I couldn’t believe this had been an ever present specter in her marriage for years and she was only now dealing with it. I suppose I was fortunate that Thomas had been up front with me about his desires right away.

I moved on to another result. This one discussed all the various techniques that could be employed to spank a person. Gah! I’d never thought there might be so many different ways Thomas could spank me. Unfortunately, now that it had been brought to my attention, my mind did what my mind does so well and started over-thinking the possibilities. My body, not to be outdone, responded in kind by getting over-stimulated. Probably not the best of ideas since I was at work, but the damage was done.  So there I sat, dipping my baby carrots into ranch dressing as I imagined all the different ways Thomas might want to deliver my punishment. Bent over, or over his knee? With or without panties? Indoors? Outdoors? With or without an audience? God, the possibilities were endless and each one made me squirm in my chair a little more.

However enlightening, the information also gave me pause. Did I really want Thomas to spank me? If I did, that meant I’d have to intentionally break one of his rules. Was I prepared to do that?

Yes, no, no... Maybe?

Enough! It was all too much. I had to stop. Shutting down my browser, I tossed the last of my lunch in the trash and headed downstairs to clear my head.

Later that afternoon I bumped into Keith, one of the firm's junior associates, when I stopped by the kitchen for my 3:30 cup of coffee and candy break. He sauntered over to the vending machine and leaned against it while I waited for it to dispense my candy bar. He gave me an odd, bordering on creepy, grin.

“Soooo, Maxi, who wants to spank you?”

"Excuse me?"

"Your web search. I saw it."

Fuck!  I knew I should have cleared my cache. "What were you doing on my computer?"

"George and I were in the middle of a meeting on the Valencia Villas case and his computer froze up. You were still at lunch, so I jumped on your computer to look something up.” He leered at me. “I had no idea you were so…”

"So, what?"

"Kink-kay.”

Ugh! I shuddered. The long drawn out way he uttered the word made me want to seek both a shower and a vaccination.  As I stooped to retrieve my candy bar from the bin, I could feel Keith’s lecherous stare still boring into me. I stood and locked eyes with him.

"Oh, I am, Keith," I leered, moving in on him until he was backed up firmly against the wall. "I'm really into spanking…men. Hard. I use a paddle or a riding crop and I whip them until they cry like little girls.” I took a deep shuddering breath in and expelled it. “It really turns me on."

Giving him one last soul withering look, I turned on my heel, and walked out of the kitchen. It felt good to shock the slimy weasel’s sensibilities. But as I walked back to my desk, I panicked as I wondered how long it would take before that wicked little rumor spread throughout the office. Fabulous...just freakin’ fabulous.

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After that little incident, I decided it would be in my best interest to do my research at home. But that presented an entirely different set of problems as one of Thomas' rules was that I wasn't supposed to look at porn without him. Unfortunately, as one might imagine, researching spanking and BDSM online tended to lead to viewing porn at some point during the research, so once again, I was in a quandary. Did I heed his warning and suspend all forms of research, or did I continue? I still had too many unanswered questions for me to quit, so I continued on with my quest for knowledge of all things BDSM. 

Keep in mind, I'm not a stupid girl and I could have covered my tracks by deleting my browser history, but I didn't bother. I never thought he would check. Ok…that’s a lie. A part of me hoped he would check. Thomas's punishment for surfing porn, or as I liked to call it “doing research”, without him amounted to a clamp on my clit. I had no idea what that entailed, but I had to admit the thought intrigued me. So, the next time Thomas was over I left him in the bedroom while I took a shower, and I left the computer on. Oops! Remember...self-sabotage is my middle name.

When I came out of the bathroom, he was standing in the hallway, his arms crossed over his chest, wearing a look that told me he had checked. Oh, boy.

"Are you ready?"

Although I had, consciously or subconsciously, set the wheels of this train in motion, I shook my head.

"Then you’d better get ready."

He took me by the hand and led me to the bed. He pulled off my robe and laid me back on the mattress. I watched curiously as he pulled open the drawer to my nightstand. Apparently he’d given this some forethought because I don't keep anything that could remotely be construed as a sex toy in my nightstand. As he withdrew an alligator clip, I whimpered and tried to sit up, but he pushed me back down.

"Maxi, spread your lips apart."

Put that clip down, and I might. My gaze bounced from the clip in his hand to his coal black eyes and back again. I couldn’t bring myself to move. 

"I said, spread your lips apart.” His voice was firmer, edgier.

This time, I did what he said, and when he captured my clit with the clamp, the moan that burst from my lips was like no sound I’d ever made. It was guttural, primal and reverberated throughout the room. God, I hoped my neighbors weren’t home.

"I think we need to have another talk, Maxi," he said. I tried to focus on his words, I really did, but the only thing I could think about was the searing pain radiating from my core. The clamp was tight, my clit was throbbing and Thomas was speaking to me in near conversational tones. What. The. Fuck. "I think I need to elucidate on what i expect from you as my partner."

Really? He was choosing this particular moment to have the relationship talk? Was he fucking serious? My breath was coming out in hiccups as I poured every ounce of willpower I had into lying still and not crying out.

"I like to play," he said softly.

A tiny whimper escaped my lips. He considered this play? My mind reeled as I tried to understand how such an excruciating pain could even remotely be considered playful, and for whom. Because, at that moment, I certainly wasn’t feeling it.

"You’re not following me, are you?"

I bit my lip and shook my head.

"I’ve tried to ease you into this," he said, "I needed to be sure that this was something you wanted. Not everyone can appreciate my sort of play, but I think you do. The thought of it makes you wet, but that’s just the buildup. See, the real satisfaction comes in that space between pain and pleasure. The release, or surrender. Here, let me show you." He took the clamp off, replacing the jagged metal teeth with the softness and warmth of his mouth. The pain of the clamp dissolved into a pulsing desire which rolled right into a mind blowing orgasm under his ministrations. 

Now, I understood. In the right situation and in the right hands the line between pain and pleasure became blurred. I loved the end result. I just wasn’t sure if I could endure everything that led up to it, but with Thomas, I might be willing to try.

He slid up beside me and smiled. "Are you ready to listen now, baby?"

I smiled and purred my assent as the last of the orgasm shuddered through me. Wait, where did he get that blindfold? I blinked and pulled away slightly. He must have read the trepidation in my eyes.

"Shhh...It helps your focus. Trust me,” he whispered against my ear as he slid the black silk over my eyes.

I did trust him. I trusted him more than I had trusted anyone in years. I found comfort in that knowledge, but at the same time there was something patently worrisome about not being able to see him or what he was doing.

"I try never to come on too strong," he murmured as his fingers began to roam over my body. I shivered. His voice was hushed. His touch was languorous, hypnotic. "My intent is not to scare. I haven’t scared you, have I?"

I shook my head.

"But you’re curious. I saw the sorts of things you were looking up online."

I drew in a sharp breath, and I felt my skin flush with embarrassment.

"Don’t worry, baby. Curiosity is a good thing," he whispered as his teeth nipped at my ear lobe. "It’s important for you to know what you want. Important to understand what I can give you. If you're not curious, this isn’t going to work."

His lips found my breasts and he suckled and laved each of them, his fingers pinching one while his lips concentrated on the other. He was right, the blindfold did help. It heightened the sensation of every kiss, every lick, and every feather-light touch.  As he kissed his way down my body, he continued talking.

“But here’s the thing, Maxi, if you’re not open with me, we can't do this. We can’t be together. You need to be able to tell me where your boundaries are. What lines I can, and can’t cross."

His mouth hovered just over my mound, his breath tickling and heating that which was already enflamed and approaching four-alarm fire status, but he just…kept…talking.

"I'm good,” he said, his tongue flicking across my clit, "but you have to be my guide."

"So, before we take this little adventure any further, I need you to come up with a safe word. I know you understand its purpose. Remember, I saw your search history." I could feel his lips curl into a smile as he worked me toward my second orgasm. "Make sure you have it the next time we meet."

I tried to say yes, but I could only scream as his mouth sent me careening over the edge again and my body splintered into a million orgasmic shards.