A Thousand Yesses by Jane Henry Page A

the
couch with a soft thump. Then his hand was on her, and to her shock, before he
lifted her, she felt him hard beneath her.
      Had spanking her turned him on? She felt
pleased that it had.
    “Good,”
he said, as she sniffled and wiped her eyes, head cast down on his chest, and
she knew she wouldn’t be caught on camera, because Louanne wouldn’t video her
face. “Tears aren’t always achieved with even the hardest of spankings,” he
murmured in his deep, husky voice. She felt the reverberation of her voice in
her chest, and it soothed her. Her tears slowed.
    “So
never make tears your gauge. Many tops or Doms try to ‘spank to tears’ and
sometimes it simply won’t work.” He paused, his large hand stroking her
shoulder and nestling her head against his chest. “Tears are an emotional
response,” he said softly. “And if you lecture your girl well, and let her know
you mean business, she may find when you’re done that the tears are actually
very cleansing. But, your mileage may vary.” He paused. “Thank you for
watching, viewers, and, as always, keep your sessions safe, sane and
consensual.”
    There
was silence in the room for a moment, when they were done. Her head still on
his shoulder, she lifted her face and swiped at her tears. She felt suddenly as
if a weight had been lifted. She was light as a feather. She felt so happy and
relaxed, she barely processed that Maverick was looking at her strangely.
    Breaking
into a grin, he patted her on the shoulder. “Way to keep it real, girl,” he
said. “Nice job.” She felt a twinge of disappointment, but he leaned closer and
whispered in her ear. “But you’re gonna be a good girl tonight and take care of
yourself, aren’t you?”
    She
nodded and winked. “Maybe,” she said. “But I’ll think about it. We might need
to do a second take on that. You never know.”
    He
laughed, lifting his arm as if to give her permission to get up. She stood, not
quite sure what to do with herself. Rodney was grinning.
    “You
guys, that was such a perfect session. Geez, you nailed it. Hot, but
informative, and Celia, awesome job bringing those tears up. Man, I’m so
impressed. I didn’t know you were such a good actress.” He clapped her on the
back like a chum.
    “She
did good,” Maverick said. “Hey, you guys wanna go grab some drinks?”
    But
Louanne wasn’t smiling. She was watching Celia warily, nodding. “Yeah, sure,”
she said. Celia couldn’t meet her eyes.
    Rodney
was clueless. Maverick, he could go either way. But Louanne wasn’t buying it
was an act for a minute. Celia tossed her head and walked away.
    As
she walked to the door, she wished for a moment he’d spanked her even longer
and harder.
    She
wished she could feel the sting forever.

Chapter Four
     
     
    Maverick pulled up to his house, as his phone buzzed. It was late, and his mom hadn’t called
him all night. He checked in after they left Rodney’s, and she’d said that
Marianna was doing fine, watching Mary
Poppins for the millionth time.
    “We
popped popcorn, and we’re settling in,” his mom’s high, feeble voice assured
him. “You have a good time with your friends, and we’ll see you later.”
    So
he’d gone, satisfied they didn’t need him to come home right away. The group’d
had some drinks. Celia had been strangely quiet all night, and he almost
regretted spanking her. Almost. He knew they needed a session for their
viewers, and he also knew that as a submissive, getting spanked regularly would
be satisfying to her. She’d been fully clothed. He would normally remove the
jeans for a spanking, but that seemed like he’d be going down a road he wasn’t
interested in. And even if he was okay with baring her, he’d never be
okay with baring her ass for all the world to see. Not
happening.
    Louanne
and Celia had talked in hushed whispers, but Rodney was on top of the world.
Their latest videos from the previous few weeks had hit the top ten online, and
that meant