basic greeting, and she watched the city
lights go by as he car winded its way through the city streets before finally
ending up at the waterfront Marriot Hotel.
Lindsay
wasn’t sure what to make of his taking her to a hotel, but decided that given
their high profiles he was simply being discreet.
At
the desk was a key to a room registered under her name.
“Excuse
me,” said the clerk. “Are you Lindsay Martin?”
Lindsay’s
first instinct was to say ‘no’ but she realized she couldn’t do that.
“Yes,”
she said.
“Ohmigosh.
I thought so.” The girl beamed at her. “I always watch the debates; the
elections are so exciting this year what with old Ironsides finally leaving
office.”
Lindsay
grinned. Ironsides was the nickname of the incumbent center Russell Tucker, who
strongly resembled the fictional attorney in the show by the same name.
“Well
be sure to get out and vote,” Lindsay said.
“What
are you doing here?” the girl asked.
“Claire,
we don’t ask our guests personal questions.” A portly night manager walked
over.
“Sorry,
Ms. Martin,” she said. “She’s new.”
“No
problem,” said Lindsay, taking the key and walking away. But the incident
bothered her because it reminded her of the risk she was taking by even coming
to the hotel on Sharp’s orders. It would be easy to walk away now, but her feet
kept taking her closer to the elevator and she knew her desire to see him was
stronger than her own willpower.
The
room was large and overlooked the twinkling lights of the historic riverfront.
Lindsay didn’t have much time to take them in before Ron showed up at the door.
The fell into one another’s arms immediately, and Ron held her after they
kissed, wondering how he could tell her what Hopkins had asked of him without
scaring her away. There seemed to be no good way to do it, and he was worried
that she might see it as his efforts to get her to back off.
But first things first.
“You
know why we’re here,” he said.
Lindsay
looked down, unsure of how to answer.
“You
didn’t have to overcompensate today,” he said. “Even if you thought Hopkins
deserved that barb today, it was really out of character for you to do that.”
Lindsay
nodded.
“So
you want to tell me why you did it?”
Lindsay
worried her lip with her teeth as she struggled to find an answer. “Because I
wanted you to still see me as a worthy opponent,” she said.
“I
saw you as a worthy opponent before,” he said. “Nothing’s changed.”
“Perhaps
also because I was…” She stopped, unable to find the words.
“Because…” he urged. You can say it. I want you to say it.
“Because
I was testing you,” she said. “Because I wanted to know if you were really the
way you said you are .”
He
tipped his face up to her. “Let me show you,” he said.
Lindsay’s
legs were shaky as he led her to the sofa for what she knew would be her first
real disciplinary spanking. They both knew she had earned it. The performance
she’d given today was just the type of game-playing neither of them wanted to
deal with.
He
pulled her over his lap and ran his hand across her dress-covered bottom before
delivering two hard slaps, one to each cheek. Lindsay responded to each with a
little cry, and Ron watched her reaction as he gave her two more, even harder.
He wanted to gauge just what Lindsay was able to take.
He
found one of her limits when he pulled up the hem of her dress.
“No!”
she cried, but he ignored her and clutched the hand she put back to cover
herself. She was wearing little polka-dot bikini panties with tiny bows at the
sides. The triangle of fabric in the back afforded little protection, leaving
more than half her shapely bottom exposed. The skin was already pink from the
blows he’d previously landed, and he knew she already thought she’d been
spanked. But she had not. Not yet.
Raising
his hand, he brought it down hard on her bottom, eliciting a real cry of
lights go by as he car winded its way through the city streets before finally
ending up at the waterfront Marriot Hotel.
Lindsay
wasn’t sure what to make of his taking her to a hotel, but decided that given
their high profiles he was simply being discreet.
At
the desk was a key to a room registered under her name.
“Excuse
me,” said the clerk. “Are you Lindsay Martin?”
Lindsay’s
first instinct was to say ‘no’ but she realized she couldn’t do that.
“Yes,”
she said.
“Ohmigosh.
I thought so.” The girl beamed at her. “I always watch the debates; the
elections are so exciting this year what with old Ironsides finally leaving
office.”
Lindsay
grinned. Ironsides was the nickname of the incumbent center Russell Tucker, who
strongly resembled the fictional attorney in the show by the same name.
“Well
be sure to get out and vote,” Lindsay said.
“What
are you doing here?” the girl asked.
“Claire,
we don’t ask our guests personal questions.” A portly night manager walked
over.
“Sorry,
Ms. Martin,” she said. “She’s new.”
“No
problem,” said Lindsay, taking the key and walking away. But the incident
bothered her because it reminded her of the risk she was taking by even coming
to the hotel on Sharp’s orders. It would be easy to walk away now, but her feet
kept taking her closer to the elevator and she knew her desire to see him was
stronger than her own willpower.
The
room was large and overlooked the twinkling lights of the historic riverfront.
Lindsay didn’t have much time to take them in before Ron showed up at the door.
The fell into one another’s arms immediately, and Ron held her after they
kissed, wondering how he could tell her what Hopkins had asked of him without
scaring her away. There seemed to be no good way to do it, and he was worried
that she might see it as his efforts to get her to back off.
But first things first.
“You
know why we’re here,” he said.
Lindsay
looked down, unsure of how to answer.
“You
didn’t have to overcompensate today,” he said. “Even if you thought Hopkins
deserved that barb today, it was really out of character for you to do that.”
Lindsay
nodded.
“So
you want to tell me why you did it?”
Lindsay
worried her lip with her teeth as she struggled to find an answer. “Because I
wanted you to still see me as a worthy opponent,” she said.
“I
saw you as a worthy opponent before,” he said. “Nothing’s changed.”
“Perhaps
also because I was…” She stopped, unable to find the words.
“Because…” he urged. You can say it. I want you to say it.
“Because
I was testing you,” she said. “Because I wanted to know if you were really the
way you said you are .”
He
tipped his face up to her. “Let me show you,” he said.
Lindsay’s
legs were shaky as he led her to the sofa for what she knew would be her first
real disciplinary spanking. They both knew she had earned it. The performance
she’d given today was just the type of game-playing neither of them wanted to
deal with.
He
pulled her over his lap and ran his hand across her dress-covered bottom before
delivering two hard slaps, one to each cheek. Lindsay responded to each with a
little cry, and Ron watched her reaction as he gave her two more, even harder.
He wanted to gauge just what Lindsay was able to take.
He
found one of her limits when he pulled up the hem of her dress.
“No!”
she cried, but he ignored her and clutched the hand she put back to cover
herself. She was wearing little polka-dot bikini panties with tiny bows at the
sides. The triangle of fabric in the back afforded little protection, leaving
more than half her shapely bottom exposed. The skin was already pink from the
blows he’d previously landed, and he knew she already thought she’d been
spanked. But she had not. Not yet.
Raising
his hand, he brought it down hard on her bottom, eliciting a real cry of
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