Storytime Trysts: The Good Girl

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.

Read Chapter One - Here

The Good Girl

By Fiona Summerville

Chapter Two

"He wants to do what to you?" Kendall asked as we walked into Molly Malone’s, her voice just loud enough so that the doorman snorted as we passed. Great. I rolled my eyes and pushed past her to an open table. I slid into the upholstered, burgundy bench seat along the wood paneled wall while Kendall took the chair opposite and leaned in.

“Now, again I ask. He wants to do what to you?” Her tone laced with amused disbelief.

"He wants to spank me." I whispered. And of course, as soon as I’d said the words, the waitress appeared out of nowhere, wearing a smirk that told me, while she rarely hears us when we need to order a drink and are trying to flag her down, she had obviously heard that little nugget. My cheeks flushed. We quickly ordered our drinks and Kendall leaned across the tiny, two-person table again.

"Seriously, Maxi?"

"Well, technically, he didn't say he wanted to, he said he would."

She snorted. "Is there a difference?"

Was there? I thought there was. But, then again, this was altogether new territory for me. I stared across the table at Kendall. I wasn't sure what I expected to get out of telling my best friend this intriguing development in my love life, but I needed to tell someone. Thomas’ threat had occupied a considerable portion of my thoughts now for days, and my feelings about it vacillated somewhere between tucking tail and running for the hills, and daring him to do it.

"Have you ever done anything like that before?" Kendall asked, sitting back in her seat as the waitress delivered our drinks.

I scowled at her. She knew I’d never done anything of the sort. Over the years, she and I had exchanged the most intimate details of our sex lives. From boyfriend’s cock sizes to favorite positions, we knew all about the other’s preferences and peculiarities. I can say with certainty, spanking had never come up. For either of us.

"But you want him to, don’t you?"

I looked down into the bottom of my Jack and Coke as if it was a scrying bowl that held the key. That pause was all Kendall needed.

"You do! Well, what are you waiting for? It's not as if he wants to pass you around to his partners, or fuck you naked in the middle of Sunset Boulevard. All he wants to do is spank you."

"I know. But…"

"You’ll know if you’re really into it. Your body will tell you.”

“Yeah, I know,” I nodded.

She laughed softly. “It already has, hasn’t it?”

I let out a heavy sigh as I rolled my eyes at her.

"If he wants to spank you, Maxi, I say let him do it."

***

But I didn't.

Perhaps that's because Irish Time had been replaced by Thomas Time. Suddenly, I discovered a new appreciation for clocks and their uses. He didn't bring it up again, and I was beginning to think I’d imagined the whole thing. He was the same smirking, easygoing, sexy Thomas he’d always been, except in the bedroom.

"Hold your hands over your head."

"Like this?"

"Exactly."

I stood before him, arms over my head as he undressed me. Kneeling, he undid the zippers on my knee high, black platform boots, slid them off and placed them next to his valet. My stockings came next and then one by one, he undid the pearl buttons of my ivory silk blouse. Assuming he wanted to take my shirt off, I dropped my arms. That was a big mistake.

"Did I tell you to lower your arms?"

Oh crap! There was the tone again, the one he'd used when he said he would spank me. My eyes flew up to his just in time to see their transformation from blue to black denim. I gasped softly, frozen in place, arms akimbo. I had no idea what to do.

"Maxi, I asked you a question. Answer me, please."

"No, Thomas, you didn’t tell me to lower my arms."

"Then why did you?"

"I thought..."

"Don't think."

A new wave of anxiousness washed over me. Don’t think? That was like asking me not to breathe, which to be honest, I was barely doing at that moment. There I was, standing in the center of the room, half naked with my arms no doubt looking a little like a wine opener caught in the halfway position, barely breathing. The silence in the bedroom was deafening as I waited to see what he'd do next. Shocking me, he knelt down in front of me and slipped a finger into my core.

"You're wet,” he whispered, his voice husky. I watched as he licked my juices off the tip of his finger and smiled up at me. "See, your body listens, even if you don’t."

I bit my lip, and waited. Clearly, Thomas had made a decision that night I'd been late for the movies. He knew what he wanted, and was about to act on it.

"Ok Maxi, let's try this again. Hold your arms over your head. If you don’t keep them up, I'll tie you down. Understand?"

"Yes,” I whispered, lifting my arms over my head once again. But now I was in a quandary. If I didn't do what he said, there'd be a consequence. But what if I wanted the consequence? What if I wanted to be tied down? A new surge of excitement and heat blazed through me as I contemplated my dilemma. Why had it taken so long for me to realize how much something like this turned me on?

Thomas undid the front clasp on my bra and pulled the wisps of lace off my breasts. He bent and kissed my nipples, then gently bit them. I arched my hips, but I did not move my arms. I began to tremble, my body with desire, and my arms from fatigue. But still, I held them aloft.

He reached into his pocket and withdrew two tiny clamps linked together by a delicate silver chain. His eyes held a wicked gleam as he attached the first clamp to my right nipple. I sucked in a breath, but said and did nothing more. I couldn’t. As he fastened the second clamp to my left nipple, I hissed, softly.

Reveling in the new painful, but then again not, sensations, I closed my eyes. He hadn’t told me to, but he hadn’t told me not to, either. The muscles of my arms quivered. Thomas walked behind me and gave the chain running between my nipples a tug as he pressed his lips to my ear. "How long do you think you could stand like that?"

I didn't know. I was trembling all over.

"Do you think you could stand statue still like that while I licked your pussy and made you come?"

I should have answered, but I couldn’t. Somewhere along the way my brain had short circuited and was no longer commanding my voice. I was speechless.

He walked to stand in front of me. I heard him rustling in his pocket and opened my eyes to see him holding a small glass object with a rose crystal on one end. "What if I oiled this pretty pink butt plug and slipped it between the cheeks of your ass and then used a vibrator or my tongue on your clit until you came? Could you behave?" I blinked and swallowed hard. A bejeweled anal plug?

Kendall had told me to let him spank me. She said my body would let me know if I was interested. I was…it was. So much so it was screaming out in tongues. But this was all so new to me. I wasn’t sure how to respond.

Thomas moved closer and tilted my chin up, so I was looking into his eyes, which were flickering somewhere between dark blue and black. “You just need to be a good girl. Behave. Or I’ll punish you."

Lower your arms! Lower your arms, my mind screamed.

But I couldn't. Thomas ran a finger down my cheek and smiled.

"Do you have anything to say, Maxi?"

As parched as my lips were, I could have been standing in the middle of Death Valley. I licked them and nodded. "Tell me more."

"What do you want to know?"

"Tell me what you'll do to me,” I whispered, looking away from him. “What do you consider bad behavior, aside from being late?" I glanced up at him through my lashes. He was smiling, seemingly pleased by my questions.

"My girl wants a list," he said, tugging on the chain. "I like that." He dropped onto his knees again and ran his index finger along my cleft. “Since you seem to be enjoying our little discussion, I’m just going to sit here and watch you get wetter as I lay out the rules for you." I was quivering, from head to toe. "Let's see… You know that if you're late again, I'll spank that pretty little ass of yours. But here are a couple more rules. If you watch or look at porn without me, I’ll clamp your clit. If you leave the house without panties and I find out, I will fuck you in public."

In public? Wait. Hadn’t Kendall said something about him fucking me on Sunset?

He ran his finger over my pussy again and then lifted his hand to show me how his finger glistened with my juices. "Mmm, would you look at that? You’re so wet, baby."

Touch me. Touch me, please, I thought. But I didn't say a word. I just shuddered and moaned.

He leaned forward, launching a tactical assault on my pussy. His tongue explored, his teeth nipped, his lips…Oh my God, his lips…sucked. My body vibrated. I felt as if I would come apart any second, but my arms stayed above my head. He wants a good girl. Be a good girl.

Finally, Thomas stood and lowered my arms himself before scooping me up and carrying me the short distance to the bed. My breath was coming in short pants as I watched him slowly pop the buttons of his fly. I needed to feel him inside of me, but I was too afraid to say so. I wasn’t sure if that was allowed at this point, or not. He knelt between my legs, nudging them apart and teased me, the head of his cock stroking and dipping ever so slightly into the entrance of my core. I fought the urge to reach out and grab him by the ass, to help him complete the connection. But again, I was afraid what might happen if I did. Luckily, I didn’t have to wait too long.

"So, what’s it going to be, baby? Are you going to be my good girl?" He asked in a low voice before thrusting all the way in.

My mind and body screamed out the answer in unison as I arched to meet his thrust, but my voice was little more than a strangled cry. God, yes!