by Cyan
Copyright 2008 by Cyan
All Rights Reserved; No Redistribution.
We spooned. Naked, under the covers, in the dark, and it was very nice, feeling Stephanie's body against mine. I held her close, sensing her body gradually relax. It had been absolutely amazing. Stephanie clearly loved sex, and despite the short time we'd been together, it was becoming quite evident that this relationship had real possibilities. Stephanie shifted, settling her body into mine, my cock now against her rear. She definitely liked to cuddle and I had no complaints.
"Chris?" Stephanie said.
"Yes?" I was feeling very mellow.
She was silent for moment, making me wonder what was up. "Would you like to spank me?"
"What?" The word came out before I had a chance to think. As I said, Stephanie really liked sex, but she was about the last person I expected to ask a question like this.
"I just--would you like to spank me?"
She had been about to say something and had stopped herself. And I sensed some tension in her body, surprising me all the more. "What is this about?" I said, genuinely perplexed.
"I'm--just asking."
"I can honestly say the thought never even occurred to me." For a while, we were silent and I felt her body relax again. But, of all questions to ask me! "What's this about?" I repeated.
"Nothing," said Stephanie. She was tense again. "I just--wondered."
"It seems a strange thing to wonder about."
"People--do it."
"Do you want me to spank you?"
I definitely felt the tension in her again. "I--wouldn't mind. I mean I think--it would be OK."
Her answer seemed tepid. I couldn't be surprised that she wasn't very keen on the idea, but I still couldn't figure out why she would ask that. I wasn't sure what to say. "Well, I do appreciate the offer," I said, and kissed the back of her neck that I could reach as we lay there, doing my best to reassure her.
Then we were silent some more. I tried to sense whether she was relaxing once again. I wasn't sure what to do. We weren't at the I love you stage, and I felt to trot that out now would be an obvious ploy. "I'm sorry," she finally said. "My last boyfriend, Josh?" She paused, and I said nothing until she continued. "He told me he wanted to spank me. When I said no--he never called me again after that."
He broke up with her? "We'd been going out for a month," she added.
I was amazed. I kissed her again and held her close. "I'm definitely not Josh," I said, more quietly.
"I just--can't think about losing you right now," she said, and I sensed real concern in her voice. I couldn't believe she'd worry about such a thing.
I said no more, but simply held her. I felt her relax, finally. We lay like that, in the dark, awaiting sleep, skin to skin, close.
* * *
Stephanie began changing into her nightgown. I looked up from my reading as I lay on the bed, awaiting her. As she pulled off her underpants, leaving herself naked, she gave me a sly smile, even as she pulled on the nightgown. She was ready and willing that night, and we both knew it. We knew each other really well.
She slid onto the bed, lying on her side, facing me. "What are you up to?" I said, as suggestively as I could manage.
Her eyes briefly met mine, then she put a hand on my chest, studying what she was doing. "No good," she said, lightly, and I could see she was hiding a smile.
I liked when she was in this mood. And I had to admit, she was as willing as any partner I could recall. "Hm," I said, "perhaps you need a spanking."
I felt her hand quiver just an instant as it lay on my chest. There, I'd said it. Her eyes returned to mine, and though she still smiled, I found myself trying to read it. "Now that's not going to happen," she said.
"Oh?" I said, keeping it light.
"In case you don't recall, I'm not into it," she said.
"My recollection is that you were the one to suggest it," I said, surprised.
"That was different," she said.
"How?" I said.
She rolled onto her back, her hand gone from my chest, and she looked up at the ceiling. "At the time, I thought you might want to," she said.
"And if I do now?"
She turned to look at me. "You don't want to. Not like that. You just got the idea from me."
I thought about this. Was this fair? She was right that I'd started thinking about it after she brought it up. "I admit it," I said. "You put the idea in my mind."
I awaited her response. I could see that she was considering this. Then her eyes returned to mine. "I--guess I did. You understand, I was worried back then, don't you? Not quite rational."
She held my gaze. So she brought up the idea when we weren't so committed, and now that we are, she's unwilling. Was that fair to me? "I'm sorry," she finally said, "this is my fault." She moved closer so she was against my side, her head on my shoulder. I could tell she was offering herself to me.
It was strange: she'd clearly been looking for sex to begin with, and now she seemed to think what she was doing was making things up with me. Well, either way, I was certainly willing.
* * *
It was nearly nine and I could think of no one who would be knocking on my door so late without a call.
I opened the door to find Stephanie. "Hi," she said with a rueful smile. "I thought you might want to go out." This was not good. "Or even stay in," she added.
"Stephanie," I said, and I could almost see the depressing effect my use of her name had on her. For so long, I'd always addressed her with an endearment. I stood there, unable to think what more to say.
It was cool outside and she glanced over her shoulder, and I instinctively stood aside so she could come in. I wondered if letting her in was a mistake. "We were angry," she said. "I thought..." She didn't go on. It had been three weeks since that scene. Since then, she'd left exactly one message on my phone, but that was it. And I certainly had never called her. "I'm sorry," she finally said.
I wished I was better at handling these moments. "You know it hasn't been working," I said. She stared at me. I tried to discern whether her eyes were tearing. "Has it?" I added.
She exhaled, and I realized she must have been holding her breath. "No, I guess not, I'm sorry," she said, no longer meeting my gaze. I wasn't sure what to do. I really couldn't say it was all her fault. I considered giving her a last hug to say goodbye, as I recalled some of the good times. I knew I'd miss those times, but it was so clear that the time had come for us to part.
I found her once again meeting my eyes. "Would you like to spank me?" she said.
She looked deadly serious. Believe me, despite those conversations so long before, this just floored me. And I admit it: this did set my mind working. But I thought about the two of us together again, and I couldn't imagine it. "It wouldn't make any difference," I said. "You know that."
She looked far away for a moment. Then her eyes met mine again, and held mine again, without blinking. "I know that," she said.
* * *
I sat in the middle of the couch. She raised her body a second time so I could slip her underpants down. "Are you sure?" I said.
"Yes," she said, hoarsely. I contemplated her rear, bare on my lap.
I felt a jerk in her body when I gave her the first one, undoubtedly a reaction to the sudden sting. I heard her sniffle as I gave her another one. And another.
The tears in her eyes, they'd been there already, even before I'd begun.
Cyan Stories
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