2 comments/ 20867 views/ 10 favorites The Flower By: vegasokie03 "He's your brother's best friend", I think to myself while I figure out what to wear. I think we'd had a crush on each other for years but Pat had always been busy with work and the timing just never seemed to work in our favor. I'd known him since I was 12 and he was 18 so he'd seen me go through some pretty awkward years. My brother, Ben, met him in boot camp and they had both quickly risen through the Marine ranks, serving several tours between them. I was extremely proud of them but I had been fighting an attraction to Pat for years which made it hard to be around him when he was home. I had decided to throw a small party and I was extremely nervous. Well, it wasn't really a party since it was just my brother and his wife, Pat and I, along with a few friends. A quick glance at the clock has me rushing to find something to wear before my first guests arrived so I grab a pair of shorts, and a tank top. On a whim I pull on a matching lacy bra and thong set, and throw my mop of curls on top of my head in a loose bun before touching up my makeup. While I wasn't beautiful, or even sexy, I had curves where they should be and my green eyes went with my strawberry blonde hair. At 5'4", I wasn't very tall and my boobs were on the small side but my last boyfriend had never seemed to mind so I generally didn't either. I guess you could say I was the girl next door and I was okay with that. I'm just putting the finishing touches to my make-up and slipping on my flip flops when I hear my front door open, "Em! Where are you? Don't tell me you're not ready! Was I right, Sarah? I told you she'd be late to her own party!" My brother hates it when I'm late but I just take it in stride, laugh, and holler back that I'll be right out. By the sound of the beer top popping, I'd guess that Ben found the booze and was already relaxing out on the deck before I even make it out there. Sarah was working on a wine cooler and was unloading an ice chest full of food that her husband had carried out for her. I never understood why she never opened her own restaurant because she was an amazing cook. I wasn't a bad cook either, but I hate cooking for myself and usually ate soup or sandwiches for lunch and dinner. "Hey, sis! What's happenin?" I hear as I step out onto the deck, popping the top on my beer before grabbing my sunglasses. Ben has our dad's muscular build but our mom's Irish looks. He carried it better than I ever had and always had dates through school and boot camp until he'd met Sarah at a mutual friend's wedding. I loved Sarah and she quickly became the sister that I never had. We were best friends and had spent countless hours talking about anything and everything. When I stick my tongue out at him, he just laughs and steps into the yard to play with Iggy, my 6 year old Golden Retriever. Ben had insisted that I get a dog when I had bought my house and Iggy had become a great companion. Pat and Ben had installed the fence along with deadbolts and an alarm system saying that I was better safe than sorry. Sometimes I felt smothered but I knew they were worried about me living by myself and I loved them for it. "Hey, Sarah! I gotta show you my newest rose bush!" I was a gardener by hobby and a landscaper by trade so I was head over heels in love with plants and was lucky that my sister enjoyed them as well. I enthusiastically grab her hand and pull her to the side of the house. "Emily! The roses are gorgeous. Where did you find it?" "My neighbor down the street was downsizing her flower beds and asked if I wanted it. I've never seen one this color so I said yes. It smells so good....." "It's gorgeous," I hear a deep voice say behind me. I almost spill my beer when I jump, not expecting Pat to be here yet. I had thought that he was going to be late but here he is standing next to me with a beer already in his hand. "Um, thanks," I stutter before Sarah excuses herself to go find Ben to get the grill started, winking at me as she goes. "I'm glad you made it. I thought you had to work late today?" He leans against the house and looks down at me before answering, "I stayed late last night and was able to get most of it done so I could be here. Thanks for inviting me. I've been looking forward to it all week." I can't see his eyes through his sunglasses but I see his head move slightly as if he's checking me out. "My pleasure. I'm glad you made it. Ben and Sarah just got here so you haven't missed much." "Pat!!!!!! Bro!! Glad you made it! Sarah says I gotta start the grill but that I had to wait until you got here. Something about setting my eyebrows on fire before....." Pat grins while the men throw their arms around each other and pound each other's backs. You'd think they hadn't seen each other in months but they work together every day at the nearby Marine base. "Hey Emily! You're phones ringing!" Sarah yells. I run across the yard and jump the steps two at a time before my phone stops ringing only to hear that my other guests had to cancel because their little boy was sick. "Send my love to Bobby and I hope he gets better soon. Tell him Iggy's waiting for him to play with her. I just got her a new rope knot but she won't play with me. Guess I'm just chopped liver," I smile down at Iggy who is leaning against my leg looking up at me when she hears her name. "Sure thing, Emily. We'll talk later, ok?" I hang up and set the phone on the patio table. "Well, I guess it's just us four. Sue and Carl had to cancel. I guess Bobby caught a stomach bug and can't keep anything down." I say as I turn to the others. "Aw, that's too bad. Poor little guy. I hope he gets better soon," Sarah says. "Sorry, Iggy. You're stuck with Ben, girl," I say as I reach down to scratch her ears. Her tongue finds my wrist and gives it a quick lick before she trots off to find Ben. "Traitor," I mutter and shake my head as she runs to pick up her bone and drops it in front of his feet. "I can't help it that I'm a chick magnet, sis. The girl knows what she wants." I pick up my beer top and throw it at him. "Owww! What was that for?" "Just because." I catch Sarah and Pat's grins at our antics and grin back. // "Thanks for having us, Em. Sarah has to work in the morning so we'd better get on outta here." "Anytime. Call me when you get off work, Sarah. Maybe we'll meet for drinks this week if you can make it." "Sure. Love ya." "Love ya, too." I was disappointed that they had to leave so early but Sarah was a nurse at the hospital and worked a lot of weird hours. Pat had fallen asleep on the patio and I wondered if I should wake him up or just let him sleep. It was a warm night but I worried about the bugs so I decided that I'd better wake him sooner versus later so he can go home to bed and avoid being eaten alive. Sarah had helped me clean up so there wasn't much for me to do but I was feeling nervous being here by myself with Pat. I could count the number of times on one hand that we'd been alone together and none had been longer than a few minutes. I pause to stare at him in the moonlight as I walk by. He was very muscular and seemed taller than 5'10". I think it was his confidence that made him seem bigger than he was. Even pushing 40, he was still fit and trim and there were just a couple of grey hairs showing at his temples. I wondered why he had never married but had never had the courage to ask him, figuring he'd tell me if he ever wanted me to know. From what I could gather, he was just too busy. I was just finishing wiping down the counters when the patio door opens and closes. I decide to play it cool and wring out the rag before turning to look at him and hear Iggy clicking across the tiles to her bed and her soft grunt as she settles in. Ben had worn her out and she'd probably be snoring within five minutes. Our words overlap each other as we rush to fill the silence. "Thanks for coming." "I should go." Silence fills the air while we just stand there, neither one of us knowing what to do or say until he finally makes a move towards the hallway. "Do you mind if I use your bathroom before I hit the road?" "No, go ahead." "Idiot," I think to myself. Why can't I think of anything smart to talk to him about? I've never been great at flirting either so any attempts I've made have been disastrous. I've had boyfriends, and was even engaged once until we had called it off, so I wasn't virginal or naive. I was so lost in my thoughts that I failed to hear Pat until he was right beside me and I jump when he touches my shoulder. "You okay? You looked pretty lost in thought there." "Yeah. Just got lost in my head again," I say with a laugh. "I had a great time." I'm getting the sense that he wants to say more but I don't want to push him. "You're welcome here anytime, Pat," I say and feel my heart start to pound. "Emily?" "Yeah?" He steps closer to me before I can answer, forcing me to look up at him. "Do I make you nervous?" I'm not sure how to answer him because it's not that he makes me nervous. I'm just so incredibly attracted to him and I'm not sure that he sees me as anything other than a kid sister. "No," I softly say as he steps close enough to me that I can feel his body heat and smell his aftershave. "Are you sure? You know I would never hurt you, right?" His soft brown eyes are searching mine as he waits for my answer. "I know you won't." "I've been wanting to be alone with you for a long time, but I wasn't sure you felt the same way." His voice has deepened and he is so quiet that I have to strain to hear him. I feel like my heart will pound out of my chest, I am so excited but I'm afraid to do anything to rush what I hope will happen. Pat's gaze stays on mine as I feel his hands slide up my arms to settle around my shoulders. His hands are warm and before I can think about it too much I slide my arms up around his neck, silently telling him that I'm okay with whatever happens. In a split second he's crushing my body to his, his arms sliding around my back and behind my head to angle it better for a kiss, his tongue quickly claiming mine as they slide together. My pussy is pulsing and I can feel his cock hardening against my stomach through his shorts. I had no idea he'd be this lusty as we cling to the other, his hard thigh slipping between my legs to hold me up as my knees weaken. He moves my head around like he owns me but I don't mind because I've never been kissed this passionately or this intensely. I think our teeth clink together a couple of times and I only faintly feel his stubble scraping my face as we move. I pull back to take a breath and feel his teeth nipping my ears and his tongue running down my neck. "Let's go to my room," I manage to gasp out before his lips find mine again. This time he pulls back and untangles himself from me before taking my hand and leading me down the hallway only to push me against the wall as soon as we get past the doorway. It's like he can't get enough of me and his words come out as grunts as he sucks on my neck and nibbles his way back to my lips. He hands roam down my sides, finding my wrists so he can pull my arms up and over my head, pinning my wrists with one hand while he works to unbutton my shorts with the other. I feel them slacken and pool around my ankles and I automatically step out of them. His fingers start to dip into the front of my thong and then he pauses and asks, "Is this what you want? I'm so sorry, Emily. I never even stopped to ask if this was okay. I can stop." "Please, Pat. Don't stop. Please..." I beg because I think that I'll die if he stops now. "Are you sure?" he asks. "Fuck yes!" I grunt and push my pelvis against his retreating fingers. "I want you..." He finds the top of my thong again and traces the outline, his lips return to my ears and neck, alternating between biting and sucking as I start to pant with need. "Let me touch you..." I whisper and he immediately lets my wrists go so I can run my hands up and under his t-shirt to feel his flat abs and muscular chest and he makes quick work of his shirt so I can explore his body. His fingers slip under my thong and I gasp when I feel his thick fingers touching my smooth pussy lips and grazing my clit before pulling them back out to run them over my ass cheeks, pushing me harder against him. I release him long enough to pull my tank top off, my bra close behind, and toss them across the room before I slide my arms back up around his neck to pull him to me for another wet kiss. "You are so sexy, Em," he manages to get out before lifting me up so I have to wrap my legs around him to balance myself. My arms hold onto his neck while he uses one hand to hold me up, the other snaking between us to unbutton his shorts and to work the zipper down, slowly working them down his muscular legs until he's standing in nothing but his underwear, his cock pressing up against my clit. My eyes close and I throw my head back at the contact, grinding against him. "Please, baby, please....," I beg and feel him reach down with one hand to push his underwear down enough to free his cock, then reach between my legs to push my thong to the side so he can nudge the swollen head up against my opening. I know that this is the point of no return and I pull back from our kiss to look him in the eye as he pushes up into me, making me yelp in surprise at the intense pressure and pleasure. It's not that it hurts, I know that I'm wet enough because I can feel the stickiness, it's just that I know I'm tight since it had been a couple of months since I'd last had sex with anything other than my fingers. "You okay?" he grunts, not moving until I say something. "Yeah, just give me a minute," I whisper against his shoulder, feeling him shaking slightly from the effort of not moving and holding my weight up and against the wall. Once I get comfortable I start to move against him, feeling his girth and length and finding what works for me. "Hang on," he grunts a second before he thrusts up into me, then again, making me yelp and groan at the same time. I hang on for dear life as he fucks my pussy like there's no tomorrow, pounding up into me for a few minutes until he spins me around and lays me on the bed. He pulls out long enough to yank down his briefs and I struggle out of my thong before he is on top of me again, plunging in hard and deep. He's a bit bigger than I'm used to but in no time I'm groaning against his neck, biting and sucking just like he had done to me earlier. He's panting and groaning in my ear, thrusting up into my pussy and I can feel he's not going to last long. A minute later he pulls back from me, pulling his cock out at the same time before taking it in his hand to pump it. I decide that I want to taste him and scramble up onto my hands and knees to take his pulsing cock into my mouth seconds before he shoots his load, his groans long and loud. I can taste my own tangy juices on him while I suck his hard cock across my tongue, tasting the first spurt of cum before I quickly swallow and take another larger shot. It feels like he hasn't cum in a while because he just keeps cumming, making me swallow fast to keep from choking. I feel his hands on either side of my head, gently urging me to suck him dry. I slow down my hand that had reached up to stroke his cock while I suck and feel the last weak pulses as he finishes. I think that he might pull out so I keep sucking, feeling him soften in my mouth and hearing his groans get quieter until I finally pull back, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. "I never would have thought that you swallowed, Em," he says in wonder, collapsing on the bed next to me, pulling me down to him so he can spoon me and nuzzle my neck. "I didn't, until tonight," I reply. It's the truth too. I've never minded the taste of a man's cum but I had never sucked a man after he had just fucked me and then swallowed everything he had. I could still taste the heavy, nutty taste in my mouth as I feel the last of it going down my throat. "Really?" My head turns so I can look at him out of the corner of my eye to judge his reaction but all I see is a huge grin on his face. "Yep." We're quiet for a couple of minutes, our breathing slowing down, his arms wrapped around me. I'm not ready for the night to be over yet and start to grind my ass into his limp cock. "Can you get hard again?" I ask with a grin. "Hmmm....I think that I can manage it. What do you have in mind?" He says into my neck and I feel his hand move up to cup my breast, lightly pinching my nipple, sending a shot of pleasure to my pussy. I've always loved having my nipples played with and it has always been a huge turn-on for me. When I moan, I feel him move and before I can turn my head, he is moving me onto my stomach and then raising my ass up so my head and chest are flat on the bed. I feel exposed and am not sure that I like what's happening when I feel his teeth bite one ass cheek and then the other. I jump, not expecting to be bitten, and then moan when I feel one of his fingers explore my wet pussy lips and hard clit. I've yet to cum and wonder what he's going to do to me. I jump again and then moan when I feel his tongue start to explore my ass crack, moving down to swipe it across my puckered hole and then lower to lap at my pussy juices. Over and over he does this until I start thrusting back onto his tongue, wanting more but not knowing how to say it. I feel him shift, so I rise up onto my hands and I look down underneath me to see that he is flat on his back, his face directly underneath my pussy. His hands reach around me to press me down onto his waiting tongue and I let out a low curse word when he sucks my clit into his mouth. One of his fingers continues its exploration of my ass and every so often I feel it dip into my pussy to coat it with my juices before moving back up to lightly probe it. I've never had anal sex before, and nobody has ever played with my ass like he just did and I'm finding myself getting more and more turned on as he does. I briefly wonder if we might try anal sex sometime before he plunges two fingers into my pussy and one into my ass, causing me to catch my breath in surprise. His mouth and tongue are working my clit and I hear his growl deep in his chest when I buck against him, seeking more friction. I'd been worked up all day, knowing that he would be at my house tonight and I knew I wasn't going to last long. His mouth and fingers continue their assault on me and when he adds a second finger to my ass, I yell out in pleasure. I can feel my pussy tightening around his fingers and my clit is throbbing. I sit up so I'm sitting on his face and use my hands to squeeze my breasts together, pinching my nipples and sending shots of pleasure to my overworked vagina. I am so close but I can't seem to cum as easily as I usually do and I start to get frustrated, grinding on his face harder. He seems to sense that I'm having trouble cumming and sucks on my clit, pumping his fingers faster to help me along. I look down to see that he's staring back up at me, waiting to see what I'm going to do. I want to cry when he pulls his mouth off of me. "Let's try something else, baby." I'm so disappointed when he pulls his fingers out of me and slides out from underneath me. "Come here," he growls, pulling me by the waist to the edge of the bed and lifting me onto the floor. My squeals of surprise turn to laughter when he lightly tickles my sides before he turns me around to face the bed. I glance behind me to see that his cock is as hard as it was when we started. Pat sees where I'm looking and laughs, "All for you, baby. Now turn around and stick that pretty little ass in the air." The Flower I bend over with my hands on the bed, legs spreading, once again feeling exposed before I feel his hands on my nipples and his cock nudging into my pussy. "Oh baby, that feels so good," I say before he plunges into me. His cock is rubbing against my G-spot and I feel his balls hitting the inside of my thighs, my hand moving to touch my clit, making me gasp in pleasure as I feel my fingers slip around and over wet pussy. His words are low in my ear as he fucks me long and deep, "I've waited so long to be able to touch you this way, Em. You're like a flower, sweetheart. A bud waiting to open and blossom into a beautiful, sexual woman." I can't say or do anything but moan as I feel my orgasm getting closer. Pat slows his thrusts, sensing that I'm getting close and my fingers work my clit, pinching and rubbing until I reach the point of no return, feeling my pussy spasm around his cock, my pussy exploding with intense pleasure. I hear nothing as the biggest orgasm I've ever had rips through me, my back arches and my fingers still while I yell out my pleasure and convulse against him. I groaning while Pat pounds into me, not holding back now, riding my orgasm out with me. It feels like an eternity but I know it's only minutes when I come back down from my high. My heart is pounding, pussy throbbing weakly around Pat's cock as he slows his thrusts. "Baby, that was the hottest thing I've ever seen," he says before pulling out of me. I don't think that he's cum yet but I'm not sure until he lays back on the bed, pulling me on top of him. My legs spread over his hips and I lift up automatically to let him back into my dripping pussy. I've never felt so sexy in my life and I decide to seduce him with a move I had seen on porn. "Wait until you see this," I say with a wink, reaching back to gently squeeze his balls before seductively raising my arms up over my head, running them down the back of my neck and throwing my head back. His hands find my hips as I find a rhythm and slowly rock back and forth on his cock. I can only hope that I look as sexy as I feel as I ride him, slow and steady, feeling a small orgasm approaching. My hands run down my body, tweaking my nipples as I go before I lower my head and brace myself on his chest. "Damn, you look good, baby." I smile sexily at him, our eyes locking, while I continue to slowly move on top of him. His hands help me to find a pace that satisfies us both and our breathing is heavy, both of us lost in the moment. My orgasm hits and I pause to let it run through me before I start to move again, hearing his breathing get heavier and his groans louder. I know he's close so I start to pick up the pace until he finally takes over and I move so I can lay my head on his shoulder. His hips move faster as his thrusts deepen and I feel his cock jump as he starts to cum inside of me. I'm on the pill so I'm not worried and enjoy the feel of his cock being wedged deep inside of me as he holds himself in me. We stay in this position for minute before I slowly move off of his softening cock and lay with my head on his chest. I hear his heart beating and feel his lips on my forehead and I know that this is just the first of many hot and steamy nights that we'll share. I have no hopes that this could turn into anything but a sexual relationship but I know that I am open for anything with this man. The Flower & the Sun Kelsey glanced over her shoulder at the schoolhouse clock as she rushed around the den picking up and straightening as quickly as she could. She had spent the day shopping with her friend Janet, again. She didn’t know why she was so drawn to Janet but she knew she wasn’t behaving as herself. She had been generally nasty lately and leaving things till the last minute. She was not happy with herself and had been taking it out on Nick. Gosh she loved Nick. He was not only her husband but also her best friend. To be honest she really didn’t like Janet all that much so she didn’t understand why she was spending so much time with her. Luckily, Nick wasn’t too upset, although he had been a bit crabby the past couple of days or so. She had attributed that to the fact that she herself had been as moody as a wet cat. As she scurried to finish straightening the den so she could get dinner started she vowed she would curtail her daily outings to lunch, shop and attend matinee movies with Janet. She heard a car door slam and glanced at the clock. Damn, where did the time go? Nick was home and she hadn’t even decided what she was going to fix for dinner. She raced to the kitchen and yanked a frying pan out of the cabinet and slammed it on a cold burner on the stove, jumped to the refrigerator and jammed her head in the open door just as she heard Nick close the back door. She pulled back and smiled nonchalantly to hide her feelings of nervousness and guilt. She thought he looked tired and worried. "Is something wrong, Baby?" she asked hoping it was her imagination. "Yes. As a matter of fact there is,” Nick said quietly with concern as he studied her. "We have to talk." Kelsey felt her heart thudding in her chest. What now, she wondered wishing she had stayed home and had a wonderful dinner ready when he walked through the door. He never complained but she liked doing things to show she cared. He had offered to hire a maid twice a week but she had told him she really liked keeping their home in order. She liked to cook too, both were ways she felt she contributed. She took a deep breath and sighed as she closed the refrigerator door. "Alright. Do you want to go to the table or to the den?" she asked softly. "The den. Would you mind pouring me a glass of tea while I change?" "Not at all, Sweetie. Go change and I’ll take your tea to the den," she replied quietly even more concerned by his lack of energy and unusual manner. Normally he was smiling and energetic, even at the end of the hardest days. She hated seeing him like this. It alarmed her. When he came into the den bare footed, wearing faded jeans and a loose long t-shirt her breath caught in her throat. He was so handsome, and to her, the sexiest man she’d ever met. He gave her a half smile as he noticed the tea and sat down in his recliner. She didn’t like the way he studied her as if he didn’t know her. She waited wondering what was coming, what was wrong, why he was in this strange mood. She watched him take a long drink from his glass and felt like she might scream if this quiet continued much longer then he said, "come sit in my lap", and motioned with his index finger for her to come to him. She jumped up and was in his lap in a flash, wriggling to get comfortable and still be able to see his face as he talked. His large gentle hand reached out to cup the side of her face. "I don’t know how to say what I need to say to you. I just know if I don’t we might be headed for some serious problems if I put it off or ignore it," he began. Kelsey froze. This was really frightening her. "You know I love you, don’t you, Kelsey?" he asked in a low husky voice. She nodded almost unable to whisper, "yes," as she felt the beginnings of tears sting her eyes. "Please tell me what’s wrong, Nick. You’re frightening me," she managed to say through the lump in her throat. Nick smiled at her sweetly and wrapped his arms around her pulling her close, rubbing her back gently. He whispered in her ear, "I don’t like the way you have been acting the past several weeks. I haven’t felt close to you. I’ve been feeling ignored and as if you’d rather be any place but with me. It’s been making me tense. And I have been watching you. You have not been yourself either. I think it may be your new friend. What do you think?" Kelsey pulled back and exclaimed. "But, Nick, I’d rather be with you than anyone I know! It’s just that you work such long hours and I get lonely and stir crazy and well, Nick…." She paused, "About Janet, I don’t know what it is about her. I don’t feel very close to her. It’s not like with some people, where you just click. I don’t know what it is, but honestly she isn’t the nicest person I’ve ever met. She is funny though in a crude way and, well, Honey, she just goes all the time and then we seem to take much longer than we plan and we’re always late getting back…" Nick’s eyes searched Kelsey’s as he told her softly, "well, Baby, I decided how I am going to help you consider very carefully from now on whether or not you accept every invitation of Janet’s. I have thought a great deal about this. I am going to spank you and leave you with a memory that won’t fade quickly. I am going to give you an incentive to think before you impulsively run off every day with your new friend." Nick couldn’t help remembering the secretary in the office who had brought a pillow on which to sit. Curiosity had overcome him and he’d asked her if she was all right. She had replied she was fine just had a sore behind from the spanking her boyfriend have given her for being rude to some friends at dinner the night before. He’d asked how she felt about that and she’d replied, “I like it much better than him sulking and feeling distanced for days.” Kelsey’s eyes widened and she drew in a deep breath thinking about arguing, but something in Nick’s eyes convinced her quickly, she didn’t want to do that. She felt her stomach roll and heat suffuse her face. "Spank me?" she asked, a bit shocked by his threat. "This is a joke, right?" One look at his eyes and Kelsey knew this was no joke. "Nick, you can’t be serious, you just can’t be," Kelsey pleaded nervously, her stomach feeling as if she had just dropped over the first rise of a roller coaster. "Kelsey, who is the head of this family?" Nick asked her, holding her eyes with his firm gaze. "Uh, you are, Nick," Kelsey answered quickly. "Do I have responsibilities as the head of this family?" he asked seriously. "Well, Nick, of course you do. You make a living to support us," Kelsey said and stopped to think wanting to add all of the things she could feel but had a hard time explaining. Like the fact he gave her a wonderful feeling of security and safety just by his confidence alone, not to mention the wonderful way she felt being near him. Like all the feelings, which come from being with a good man who is intelligent, caring and kind, and were almost impossible to express with words. "I told you, I’ve been thinking about this for days. I have decided I also have a responsibility to find a way to make an impression on you when I think your actions are causing ‘us’ a problem. We talk, Kelsey. We don’t walk around in our own worlds snapping at each other. It’s not like us and I honestly don’t believe talking will impress on you how serious I think this is. So, I will show you and help you to remember that some things we won’t be ‘talking’ about," Nick told her his voice soft but firm. "Do you disagree that I have a responsibility to guide ‘us’ and keep us on track?" he asked. "No, I don’t disagree, but a spanking, Nick? I mean, I am not a little girl who needs disciplining or punishing. I am a grown woman who makes her own decisions. Aaaaand, well, I just don’t like the idea at all," Kelsey replied becoming a bit nervous. "Kelsey, look me in the eyes and tell me you are happy about your behavior the past couple of weeks," Nick instructed. Kelsey looked into Nick’s eyes. She opened her mouth. Nothing would come out. No words would push through her throat. She took a deep breath. "I….," her voice croaked. She swallowed, her eyes dropping from his unable to maintain eye contact. She sighed. He was right she wasn’t happy with her behavior the past couple of weeks. Actually she felt guilty and ashamed of the way she’d been acting and had no idea ‘why’ she’d been acting the way she had. "Just as I thought. You aren’t pleased. You too have been almost miserable for days and days. Am I right?" he asked her gently. Kelsey couldn’t look at him. She nodded and swallowed feeling the lump back in her throat. Darn, why did he have to be right? She felt strange. She ‘liked’ that he cared and felt responsible for helping her deal with this. She ‘liked’ that he knew her well enough to notice a change in her habits and disposition. Some husbands she knew wouldn’t notice if their wives were missing for a days. Well, that was a bit far fetched but some men just weren’t in tune with their mates, had no idea what made them tick. Still even though she had butterflies in her stomach and seemed to be feeling a bit excited and nervous, the idea of being spanked didn’t appeal to her at all. "Ok. Another thing I decided is you will decide ‘how’ you are spanked. You have several options. Ahhh, Kelsey, don’t interrupt me, please," he added as Kelsey took a breath and began to protest. "Now, as I was saying. Your choices are to lie across my lap, to bend over the back of the sofa, or to be in a knee chest position on the bed. AND you will also pick an implement," he broke off as Kelsey once again interrupted. "Nick, no. I don’t want you to spank me at all. And you want me to decide how and with what?" she spoke almost panicked. "Yes. I do. You ARE going to be spanked. You have already agreed I have a responsibility to handle matters in this family as I see fit. I won’t ask you to ‘ask’ me to spank you. I know you are too proud. But I cannot spank you without your consent. So, by your choice you will give your consent. I will know you understand and agree." He searched her eyes as he spoke communicating that he was determined about his decisions. Kelsey was silent so he continued, "You may choose a hair brush, a wooden spoon or I will go, right now, to purchase a paddle while you get dinner together. Oh, and once you have decided, there is one more part to this lesson. Now, what will it be?" Kelsey’s insides quivered. She felt herself blush and felt very warm. Even deep between her legs she felt herself warming, twitching, and becoming moist. She thought about her options. She’d never brush her hair again without thinking about being spanked and she certainly wouldn’t want to cook with a spoon with which she’d been spanked. Well, as far as she knew now, she wouldn’t. Maybe if he went out to buy a paddle he’d change his mind. Fat chance, but she could hope. In a resigned tone of voice she answered, "a paddle". "Thank you. Now, for the other part of the lesson. I want you to think about this. I want you to be reminded it is coming. Before I leave to go make our purchase, I want you to remove all your clothes with the exception of your panties and a t-shirt. One of ‘my’ t-shirts. As soon as you are ready come to me and bring me two or three safety pins, please. Now, scoot, I don’t want this to take all night. You can think about ‘how’ you’re going to be spanked until time." Nick told her with a level voice. Kelsey felt her jaw drop. Nick reached with one finger to close her mouth for her. She almost glared at him then wriggled off his lap and stomped to their room. She mumbled under her breath all the way down the hall about injustice and insanity and being pissed off with herself for ever going off with Janet in the first place. She went to Nick’s dresser and snatched open his under wear drawer yanking out a t-shirt and throwing it on the unmade bed. Ick. She really had been leaving a lot undone or done hastily and haphazardly. She kicked off her shoes and shrugged out of her leggings, throwing them in the nearby hamper. She unbuttoned the gaily-patterned blouse and threw it on top of her leggings. She slipped the t-shirt over her head and went to find some safety pins in the bathroom. Pins in hand she stomped back to the den and poked her open palm bearing three safety pins right in front of Nick’s face. Nick ignored the hand and said, "Kelsey, turn around please." Kelsey stood gaping at Nick, planted the back of loose fists on her hips and moaned. She stomped her right foot, took a deep breath thinking she’d tell him to go and take a hike, that this wasn’t cute or fun, then noticed the look on his face and pivoted quickly. She felt his warm hand expertly unclasp her bra in one gentle squeeze and her breasts were instantly freed. She stood for just a moment before reaching in each sleeve to draw out a bra strap pulling her arm through the opening. Once both arms were slipped through the straps the black lace bra fell to the floor. She felt Nick grasp her around the waist and pull her back a couple of steps until she was standing between his open knees. Nick’s vision washed over Kelsey’s beautiful black silk clad buttocks. He found the shape of her bottom mesmerizing and sighed as he began to gather the t-shirt in his hands, exposing the light skin peeking through the black lace of her panties. "The pins now, please." Nick’s hand came into view in front of her. She dropped the pins in his open palm and stood pouting. Nick gathered the shirt and fiddled behind her back explaining, "I want your bottom freed of the shirt. I want you to feel the air on your back side as you fix dinner, eat dinner and while we do the dishes. I want you to think, about the spanking you are going to receive after dinner. This should help remind you," Nick said as he gave her a pat to her rounded and now exposed panty clad backside to indicate he was finished. Kelsey, feeling a bit foolish with the shirt bunched and pinned in place inches above her waist, stormed to the kitchen feeling ‘anything but’ like preparing dinner. She pouted silently as he came up behind her and kissed the back of her neck as he headed for the door on his way to go and make his purchase. She heard the door close and click shut. She didn’t know why, all of a sudden, she felt like running to the bedroom to throw herself across the bed and sob. Her eyes stung with gathering tears. She ignored the phone as it rang feeling as if whoever it was would be able to see her standing there talking in a pair of panties with Nick’s t shirt gathered and pinned above her, hmmm, ‘target’. Every move she made reminded her that her butt was going to be spanked later. She found herself making the least possible movements she could make and still she couldn’t forget her uncovered backside. The slight moistening between her legs increased with every thought of bending over to be paddled. The drive to the adult store was a quick one. Only minutes later Nick found himself confused by the array of paddles before him. His eyes skimmed the boxes lining the shelves, darting here and there. He opened several boxes to peek inside. He had no idea what would be better for his use, the wood or the leather. He glanced over his shoulder to see the counter man was no longer ringing purchases and was free, so decided to ask his advice. Surely he’d know more about this kind of thing. Nick approached him bravely wanting to appear confident and sure of himself, if not quite sure of his choice. The man smiled as he told him what he was shopping for and why. After telling the clerk, whom Nick discovered owned the store, that he had no wish to bruise or mark his wife, just really give her a honest to God, old fashioned bun warming, the man had helped him pick a fairly long thin leather paddle with a handle. He’d been guaranteed the paddle would definitely get his point across very heatedly without bruising sweet Kelsey’s beautiful bottom. The man had also given him some safety tips and what seemed to Nick to be very good advice. He’d explained the use of a safe word to Nick and generally explained position, use of implement, preparation and explanation. The storeowner also explained the different types of spanking, discipline, punishment, and erotic. Nick had listened intently learning all he could before spanking his wife for the first time. He and the storeowner had smiled and laughed sharing a joy of being men. The store owner had patted Nick’s shoulder after he’d told Nick some secrets about assuring this first spanking ended up as a pleasant encounter for both Nick and Kelsey. Nick blushed as his body responded to his thoughts as the man gave him pointer after pointer. The idea to spank Kelsey was becoming one of the best ideas he’d ever had. Nick was pleased as he opened the car door and slid behind the wheel tossing the plastic bag wrapping his purchase onto the back seat. He grinned, thinking about the slight erection that had stayed with him the entire time he’d been in the store. At one point he’d feared reaching his full potential as the man had told him how to make this a lesson for Kelsey and a pleasure for both of them. It was harder than he’d imagined getting out of the car and carrying the paddle inside once he’d pulled into the drive, but he had taken a deep breath and told himself he was being foolish. He knew Kelsey had submitted herself to him on their wedding night and although he knew how willful she could be, he told himself she’d understand and agree with his decision. He just knew he was right about his decision and pushed away the fears that somehow Kelsey would misunderstand or reject his beliefs about taking charge and helping her to change this harmful behavior. Although insecurity filled his thoughts, Nick felt he couldn’t allow himself to weaken now. And he couldn’t help but smile thinking about what was to come as he opened the door and let himself in, purchase in hand. Nick slipped the paddle in the lap drawer of his desk on his way to the kitchen. He found the table was set with everyday china, water goblets filled with ice tea, a bowl of fresh chicken salad full of chunky celery slices, cubes of sweet pickle, diced boiled egg, and raisins, honey dew melon slices, and sliced tomatoes. The toaster was on the table for toasting bread for sandwiches and crisp green lettuce leaves and mayonnaise too. Nick realized he was famished, and he also noticed Kelsey had put effort into her preparation and presentation of this meal. He wondered if she realized the significance of what she had done. While thinking about being spanked by him for the first time, she’d gone out of her way to please him with assorted flavors, textures and colors. She’d taken time in presenting the meal also. She’d not used paper plates or formal china, but rather every day dinnerware. The meal also was not too light or too heavy, but balanced in the middle somewhere between peanut butter and jelly and prime rib. He wondered if she realized behind her show of pouting resistance, she’d shown him in a more subtle and subconscious way, that she was accepting and agreeable to what was to come. Kelsey had been seated and waiting for about 10 minutes when Nick came to join her. She sat and watched him as he spread his napkin over his lap wondering if she would so choose to drape herself there later. He sipped his tea and gave her a dazzling smile as he glanced at the table and then through its glass surface to stare at her bare legs. "Nice, Kelsey," he commented, "shopping was an experience and I had a talk with the owner of the place. He gave me some valuable pointers as this will be your first spanking." Kelsey found she could not make herself swallow the bite of melon in her mouth. She felt the color drain from her face as she shivered and felt her stomach do that crazy roll again and again, as the word ‘first’ registered in her mind. Her chin lowered a bit as she wondered what type of paddle he had purchased, would it hurt, how she’d gotten herself into this. She glanced up and caught Nick studying her, summoned her courage and said with much false bravado as she lifted her chin, "What if I just tell you no? What if I put my foot down and refuse? Huh?" She watched as Nick’s relaxed and his almost happy look was replaced with a slight scowl. It took all the courage she could muster not to hang her head and beg him to forgive her. It had been days since he had looked almost himself. She held her breath as she watched him thinking. The minutes were torture as she waited for him to speak. The Flower & the Sun "Kelsey, do you want to get past this thing we have been experiencing? Do you want to get back to being close and put this behind us? Both of us? Deal with it, and have it over? No guilt, no pouting, no anger, no more making impulsive decisions that leave you feeling miserable?" Nick asked. He looked at her and asked seriously, "Kelsey, do you trust me?" Kelsey thought about her vulnerable bottom, and the past couple of weeks. She thought about how much she loved and trusted Nick and how moody she had been lately. She hated the idea of being spanked like a child while at the same time was excited by the idea and by this new ‘something’ in Nick she couldn’t quite put her finger on. Somehow he seemed even more confident and strong to her. She did want this over. But, Lord how she hated to give in and agree without some small fight for her dignity. She took a breath and realized with brilliant clarity that this was a decision that could well make or break their communication and maybe even the solidarity of their marriage. She also knew with clarity that as equal as she had always felt to Nick, which was ‘his’ doing by attitude and respect for her, that she didn’t want to be the ‘boss’, the head of this union, she wanted instead to be the heart. She didn’t want the responsibility of ‘leading’ them, she wanted to walk ‘beside’ him, tucked under his arm, warm and safe and totally secure. She also knew without doubt, she trusted this man completely. Blinking, Kelsey tried to ease the salty prickling she felt come instantly to her eyes as she nodded and whispered, "with all my heart, Nick". She found she couldn’t say anything else around that big lump in her throat, so she hopped up and began to clear the table. She was not sure she was happy when Nick rose to help her by gathering things and taking them to the refrigerator. She had planned to make this chore last as long as she possibly could. She thought about how funny it was that knowing what was coming, some minutes seemed to stand still while some flew by. She felt her stomach begin that crazy rolling again as she rinsed the last dish and handed it to Nick to dry and put away. All too soon the dishes were done and the kitchen cleaned. Nick reached out to cup her chin and bring her eyes to his. "Well, Kelsey, what’s it going to be? The couch, the bed, or my lap," Nick asked her. Kelsey felt her heart pounding, was aware of the cool air on her panty clad bottom, felt a surge of fluid move from deep inside her as she opened her mouth to speak and found she couldn’t make a sound. She cleared her throat. Her eyes began to fill with tears of dread as she croaked, "Well, I…Nick…please, don’t make me choose, pleeeeeeeeease!" Nick moved to hold Kelsey in his arms. She looked so cute with her bottom lip protruding the slightest bit he just couldn’t help gathering her close to him. He nuzzled the top of her head with his chin and jaw as he whispered, "Come on, Kels. Either pick or ask me to spank you." His grip tightened as he felt her tense. His hand ran slowly down her back to cup the cool cheek of her desirable bottom. He patted softly and felt her go rigid. "Come on. One or the other." His hand molded to her derriere and squeezed gently. He felt her quiver slightly in his arms as she took a deep breath. He held her safely and securely in his arms. He almost moaned as he felt Kelsey burrowing her forehead into his chest, hiding her face and knew she was feeling shy and maybe just a bit frightened. The space surrounding his heart warmed and the thought flashed through his mind he might not be able to do this after all. His jaw clamped shut as he admonished himself mentally to be strong; that what he had planned was necessary and loving. His voice was stern, "Kels, you have 5 seconds, and if you force me to pick for you, I promise it’s going to be much worse!" Nick almost growled, "One!" shook his head, "Two!" felt Kelsey begin to shiver, "Three!" wanted to curse and shake her, "Four!" felt anger building, "FIVE! And you just made a very big mistake Kelsey my love. Go into the living room, NOW!" Nick wondered at the sound of his voice knowing a portion of his the strength he showed masked the slight feelings of trepidation and confusion running rampant in his mind. He took a deep breath and stilled himself holding on to the hope he had indeed made the right decision. As Kelsey headed rapidly to the living room he turned and went to retrieve the paddle taking it to the den, his plan evolving step by step as he looked at the smooth aromatic leather. Wrapping the plastic bag once again tightly around the firm cool leather he took comfort in all of Kelsey’s reactions thus far, in there own way leading him in confidence to continue with this spanking. Kelsey couldn’t explain that she couldn’t talk, couldn’t force the words out that she was nervous and almost frightened and strangely, wildly excited. Hearing the tone of Nick’s voice she rushed to the living room not daring to hesitate for even a moment. She had no idea why Nick headed in the other direction but didn’t bother to ask not wanting to make things any worse. Upon arriving in the living room she wondered just how one awaited a spanking, if she should sit or stand. She decided to stand in the center of the room. Back straight, hands clasped white in front of her, knees feeling like jello she waited. Nick charged in seconds later and ordered her to the back of the sofa. Kelsey moved quickly around the sofa and stood at its center. She should have figured out when Nick sent her here, he had chosen the sofa as her spanking place. Nick’s hand circled her arm and guided her to the sofa’s back, "right up against the sofa, Kelsey. Now, bend over, hands on the seat." Kelsey tried to bend but something just would not let her move so compliantly. She felt Nick’s strong hand pressing her mid back to force her down. She bent, her hands automatically reaching out in front of her. The sofa pressing in her belly brought her awareness of the butterflies flitting around inside her. Nick applied more pressure to her back, which brought her up on her toes. He pushed more and her feet left the floor. Her bottom was in a very high, very vulnerable position and she felt herself beginning to get wet. She clamped her legs tight together hoping Nick wouldn’t notice and think she was demented. She didn’t understand herself why her body was reacting like this and knew she could never explain it to Nick. "Kelsey! I am going to talk and you listen carefully," Nick began in a voice unfamiliar to Kelsey. "By my calculation you have been out playing every day for the past three and a half weeks. I am going to call it 25 days. For each day you impulsively left here to run off with your friend leaving things undone or done haphazardly it is my decision you will receive 5 smacks per day, for a total of 125 smacks. Nick heard Kelsey gasp. "I have also made the decision to add 25 smacks for your obstinate refusal to pick a place for your spanking." He felt Kelsey tense under hand as he began to rub her cool bottom. Fingers splayed he rubbed each cheek in a slow circular motion as he continued, "Since you couldn’t decide you will be rewarded with the opportunity to experience each choice I offered you. Your first 50 will be administered right here. "Relax your legs and your bottom. Do Not reach back". He tapped Kelsey’s bottom. "Relax the muscles, Kels, right now!" Nick watched the tension slowly leave Kelsey’s upturned derriere. "I am only asking this for your good, Kels, tensing makes the sting worse according to the owner of the adult store, so try to keep from tightening your muscles." "Kelsey," Nick went on as he massaged, warming her bottom, "our safe word is yellow. If at any time this becomes a situation you cannot handle for any reason, call out the safe word and we stop. Either one of us can stop this spanking with the use of our safe word. "Do you understand?" He grinned at Kelsey’s whispered ‘yes’. "But I want you to know, if you stop me, we do this all over again tomorrow, and again and again from the beginning until it is completed, so that this problem is behind us, and completely resolved. Got that?" he asked and patted Kelsey’s raised behind when she nodded. "Okay, Baby," Nick said gently, "I want you to tell me why we are doing this." "Because you are a tyrant," Kelsey grunted and tensed her buttocks and legs. Nick almost laughed but managed to keep from losing his stern countenance. "KELS!" "OOOOOO kay! I have been rotten and pouty and not doing the things I really want to do. I have been going off with Janet and coming home late, the house is a mess, I’m a mess and I haven’t been able to stop myself for some reason. Is that good enough?" she almost growled. "Good enough. Kelsey, I want you to thank me for spanking you. And when you really are sorry about the way things have been lately, I want you to apologize. Then when this is over neither one of us will feel bad about your behavior any more, understood?" Nick asked gently. "Thank you, Nick? You expect me to thank you for this?" Kelsey asked incredulously as she tensed and her legs becoming rigid. "Yes, Kelsey, you’re going to thank me. How comfortable are you in this position, Kels? I can wait all night, can you?" he asked, his hands beginning to knead the tense muscles of her bottom. Kelsey felt his hand. It was so strong and yet so gentle she wriggled in response. She took a deep breath, gritted her teeth and in embarrassed compliance pushed the words, "Thank you for spanking me, Nick", out of her throat into the air. She felt her face flame with pride and humiliation. But, deep inside, some place she’d never found before, she did thank him, she did want this, she did need this. She didn’t understand, but she knew Nick was right and she really didn’t like admitting it even to herself. He took a deep breath after Kelsey’s pouted ‘thank you’ and summoned his courage to follow through with this spanking. "Kels, relax your legs!" He heard her soft moan the same time he saw her relax her legs. He also noticed the rose blush blooming on her face. He drew back his hand and SMAACCCK, SMAACCCK, SMAACCCK, SMAACCCK, SMAACCCKED, alternating cheeks with a second or two between the first ten smacks. Then SSSMAAACKKKED, ten more times alternating upper thighs. He liked the feel of Kelsey’s bottom giving then bouncing back under his slaps. His hand was beginning to sting and he wondered if Kelsey’s bottom was stinging in the same way. Kelsey’s wiggling and soft moans were also holding his attention. He drew his arm high and SMMMMMMAAAACCCCKKKEEEDDDD another set of ten licks to her heating bottom. He watched her pelvis tuck and lift, her hips squirming as he continued with the thirty first through fortieth SSMMMAAACCCKKKKKS, his hand on fire, hot and burning. He rubbed Kelsey’s bottom absorbing the heat, noticing the pink that was deepening with every smack. "Kels, your doing real well, only ten more to go here, then I’ll let you rest a few minutes." He lifted his hand and brought it down sharply alternating cheeks and upper thighs completing the first fifty SSSSMMMMAAAACCCKKKKKKKS. "Good girl, you can stand up now, Kels" Nick said as he rubbed his hand trying to ease the burning sting. Kelsey pushed herself back and stood. Her hand going immediately to the burning flesh of her bottom to try to rub some of the fire away. She had found herself gritting her teeth and becoming angry the last ten pops to her tender bottom. If Nick hadn’t threatened to start from the beginning and do this all again the next night she would have yelled the safe word he gave her. The thing was, as hot as her bottom got, as much as it stung, it really hadn’t hurt it had just made her pout and become angry. After some consideration as the smacks rained down on her bottom jarring her and making her twist to avoid them, she had realized she was not angry with Nick, but angry with herself for hopping in the car with Janet every time she came by with shopping or lunching plans. As she thought and rubbed she realized her behind was very warm and that she had become even more wet with desire. A soft gnawing had begun deep inside making her feel a bit perplexed and a little shy. "Hmm, what, Nick," she asked as his voice pulled her from her reverie. "I said it’s time to go to the bedroom for the second part of you’re spanking, Kels! GO!" Nick ordered firmly. Kelsey pivoted on the ball of her foot and stomped to the bedroom. She stood looking at the unmade bed as Nick came in behind her carrying a wooden spoon. She gasped as she realized he had meant what he told her and wished she’d been able to utter something, anything, when he’d asked her to make a choice. When she heard his voice, stern and commanding, "get on the bed with your bottom raised high, Kels, Now!" she quickly got on the bed on her knees, resting her head and shoulders on the soft wadded covers. She felt embarrassed and knew she was blushing. And in this position she was very aware of the heat in her raised cheeks, the slight sting, and the tingling muscle. She felt the mattress give as Nick placed a knee to the right of her resting his weight. She went rigid when she heard him instruct her to lower her panties. She softly moaned, "Oh, Nick, please don’t make me do that", and he began to count. She was concerned about getting through the next 100 spanks definitely not wanting to have any more added. She reached back before he counted ‘four’ and hooked her thumbs in the waist of her panties. Her eyes stung from gathering tears of embarrassment and humiliation as she slowly worked her panties over her protruding backside, pushing them to her upper thighs. Nick ordered she push them lower. With shaking hands and a quivering stomach she slid her panties to just above her knees. She gasped as Nick's fingers stroked lightly along her crevice sliding in her wetness. She felt her inner muscles grip and release. She breathed deeply as his fingers explored her lips brushing her clitoris, moaning softly, as she began to move with his fingers. His hand gently rubbed her bottom and upper thighs. When he told her to spread her legs she complied without hesitation craving his pleasurable touch feeling her panties from being able to spread her legs but just so far. She wanted them off, her legs spread wide to give Nick better access to her wet desire. She realized with a start that she was very confused. She didn’t and did want this, all of it. Too soon his hand withdrew and trying to tense she realized it was very difficult with her legs spread even partially. Her body jolted as she heard then felt the sharp biting sting of the wooden spoon over and over. She tried to be still but it hurt. Each smack landing in a slightly different place soon had her squirming and groaning. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, and SMACK. "OHHHHHHH!" Her hips jerked on their own. Her hands gripped and twisted the bedding. She pushed her face straight down into the bed to keep from yelling and hollering. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, and SMACK! The spoon connected with a bite that made her flinch. Her eyes burned with tears. She tried to lower her bottom but Nick’s left arm wrapped her waist lifting her high as he began to pepper her thighs with the spoon. Kelsey couldn’t help kicking her feet or howling into the mattress. The SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK to her thighs had her crying and twisting in his arm. She wriggled and winced as the next SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, landed left, right and center on her seared derriere. She no longer felt angry. She felt hot and for some reason sad. She had flashes of lunches with Janet when she remembered thinking she should be at home. And she recalled how awful she’d felt as Janet had dropped her off at home many times and she’d realized how late it had gotten and how much she had left undone. She remembered every time she’d felt bad about things she had done and bad about herself, her actions, and mistakes. Oh, mercy! It hurt to have Nick spanking with that spoon. Her bottom wiggled, tucked, twisted and jerked with every last SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK. Nick dropped the spoon and rubbed Kelsey’s hot deep rose bottom. He saw the sheen of wetness on her upper thighs. He knew she could feel him rising to the occasion as he stroked the heat of her, which warmed his hand instantly. Her cheeks were so smooth and hot. He maintained his grip around her waist and let her cry as he massaged and she flinched and moaned through her tears. His fingers went dipping into her wetness, sliding and stroking her. With two fingers he parted her lips and caught her clitoris gently between them, sliding slowly up and down. Kelsey began to move in a different way as he stroked. He rubbed her tight rose hole with his thumb. He relaxed then loosened his grip on her so she could lie flat, but she stayed on her knees, groaning now in pleasure. It took all his resolve to think about finishing the last portion of her spanking. "Kelsey, Baby. It’s time to finish this. Stand up, Baby," he directed. When he saw Kelsey begin to move to stand he gently helped her to her feet. Her bottom was a deep pink and so hot to his touch. He reached out and rubbed gently as he spoke. "Kels, get an armless chair from the dining room and place it in the center of the den." Kelsey reached to pull up her panties and he quickly added, "leave your panties where they are." Kelsey felt more foolish than ever walking with her panties snug just above her knees as she went to do as Nick had instructed. She couldn’t believe how wet she was as she felt her fluid with every step. Her fanny was burning and she felt soreness with every step too. She couldn’t help reaching back to rub as she stood by the chair she had placed in the center of the den and waited for Nick. She thought about telling him to go jump in a lake if he thought he was going to give her 50 more spanks as a tear rolled down her cheek. She brushed it way hastily hoping Nick hadn’t seen as she heard his footsteps behind her. She jumped, startled as she felt him undoing the safety pins which had held her shirt high above her fanny. The fabric tickled as it relaxed and slid back into place. She moaned as it slid over her very sensitive and resonating cheeks. When she heard Nick ask her to take off the shirt she pouted but gathered the fabric in her hands and lifted it off over her head. She held it out to him. He dropped it on the floor by the chair as he sat. When he handed her the plastic bag she knew from the feel what was inside before she pulled the paddle into view. Seeing it and remembering the last two sessions made her whimper. Another tear rolled down her cheek which she hastily brushed away when Nick told her to hold it until he asked for it. She’d almost forgotten how strange she felt standing naked with her panties still around her knees. When she saw Nick’s gaze she knew he was looking at her breasts with their tightened nipples. Her breath caught in her throat as it hit her how turned on she was. Nick reached out looping Kelsey’s wrist in his left hand. He pulled her slowly so that she bent over his lap and then lowered to lie across his thighs. He arranged her easing her head low and watched as her hands reached out, one gripping the paddle tightly, to steady her by pushing against the floor. He decided to pin her legs so caught them between his own. This put Kelsey’s beautiful deep pink fanny over his left leg, and in this position she was open, nothing hidden from him. He loved looking at her womanhood. She was so vulnerable in this position, so trusting. He knew laying over him as she was; she could feel the stirrings of his desire. His hand rubbed. "Kels. There are several other reasons for this spanking. As much as you deserved this, it isn’t punishment or discipline. Do you know why we’re doing this, Kels?" Nick asked. The Flower & the Sun Kelsey groaned. She wasn’t happy about being asked to talk in her present situation. She gritted her teeth, took a deep breath and sighed. "So I’ll think twice before just running off to play?" she asked in irritation. All of a sudden she couldn’t talk. The tears came. She sniffed and cried gently basking in Nick’s sweet caresses. She knew he was waiting. She calmed herself and whispered, " because I took out on you, the disappoint and anger with myself. Because I got defensive and wouldn’t talk to you. I pushed you away emotionally and hurt you. Because I couldn’t seem to find away to stop myself from doing things I didn’t really want to do." "Give me the paddle, Kelsey," Nick instructed as he continued to massage rubbing her back, thighs and bottom. "Thank you," he said and laid the leather across her cheeks and began to make slow lazy circles. "I couldn’t think of another way to help you. I wanted to show you without fussing. I don’t like it when we don’t get along, Kels. And I wonder if you have any idea how difficult it was to make this decision and how difficult it has been to carry it out. I really dislike when we close off from each other and don’t talk about things. But trying to talk to you about this didn’t work. You can be very stubborn when you want, know that? It seemed the harder I tried to get you to think about things the further you receded into yourself, completely blocking me out." Nick drew his arm back… WHACK! "You pushed me away, Kels!" Kelsey jerked from the crack of the paddle then moaned as the heat of the connection surged through her. WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK. Kelsey bucked and yelped her body beginning to writhe. Her eyes welled with tears. All she could think of was the way she had treated Nick the past three weeks, her moodiness, being unable to get a handle on her behavior. Tears began to flow as the paddles came down again and again on her already tender bottom. CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK. Kelsey hollered and cried. Her bottom began to lift to the paddle then grind into Nick’s thigh as her hands gripped twisting carpet fibers between her fingers. She kicked and twisted unable to move as Nick wrapped his arm around her and lifted her so that he could smack where her buttock met thigh. She wasn’t angry any longer, but she felt sad and her heart hurt. To know she had taken her disappointment and anger with herself out on Nick caused her to feel nauseated and tense. Her bottom sore and searing squirmed and jerked as the paddle connected. Nick stopped to rub Kelsey’s reddening fanny, thighs and back. He talked as he massaged while Kelsey wiggled and cried. "Kelsey, let go. Just let it all go. What ever is bothering you, Baby, just let it go. I love you, Kels. That’s all that really matters, Baby. In a few minutes this will all be over and we’ll put this behind us for good. Then neither of us has to worry about it or even think about it. It will just be over and done with." Nick’s voice reassured and soothed Kelsey as his hand wandered up her back, around, rubbing, down over her blazing buttocks, down her thighs and then back up between her legs. His fingers teased and stroked gently in her slick wetness, finding and feathering over her clitoris. Kelsey cried softly, sniffing, and moaning. She felt Nick shift. Then growled and writhed with each SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK. Her pelvis lifted to meet the paddle squirming from the sharp searing pops then lowered to grind into his thigh. She felt the tears rolling down her cheeks. She became aware of the growing desire to feel Nick inside her. All the sensations took her over. She became all feeling, but for some reason she still fought to hold on to her pride and dignity. Her body was fire and tears and a gnawing hunger for her husband. The combination of hot searing smacks to her vulnerable flaming bottom and erotic strokes to her most sensitive spot drove all conscious thought from her mind. Low ragged growls came from deep inside her as her body jumped with each connection of the paddle to her bottom. Nick watched Kelsey’s body on his lap. The fingers of his left hand worked gently stroking as his right hand delivered kisses of fire to Kelsey’s deep red cheeks. He felt the resistance leaving her body as muscles loosened. He listened to the sounds of crying growls coming from deep inside her. She no longer kicked or moved to avoid the spanks. Fingers sliding between her lips, he stroked. Her clitoris was swollen and standing, pushing to meet his touch. His fingers explored and found her entrance. He spread his hand, his index finger sliding into her as his ring and pinky finger continued to stroke. WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK. He listened as Kelsey began to sob. The view of his wife’s openness over his lap was almost more than he could stand. Her hip rubbed and jolted against him bringing him painfully erect. His breathing was becoming labored. He loosened his grip on Kelsey’s legs pushing her panties down her calves and off her feet with the paddle. He whispered, "Spread your legs for me, Kels." Kelsey’s legs parted to open for Nick. His fingers were making her almost crazy. The intensity of the paddle and being touched left her wanting more and more and more. She began to sob. She writhed and cried trying to maintain her control. Her body was a contradiction of pain, pleasure, control and release. Her mind and body were in conflict. Her mind tried to maintain control while her body gave in to all the tactile sensations. Something snapped and Kelsey found herself sobbing as if her heart would break as she finally let go of all her misdeeds and negative thoughts and finally let go of all the control she had. She didn’t want to hang on to anything but Nick. She wanted to be held and protected and taken care of. She wanted to be close in mind and heart and body with her husband. "I’m so sorry, Nick. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry!" she groaned as she released her guilt and shame over the past few weeks. Then she realized she was releasing all the negative feelings she had about herself, allowing them to slip away with her tears. Her mind no longer fought the smacks, she no longer felt humiliated, she wasn’t embarrassed and she was far from feeling like a child. The sharp stinging smacks tearing through her had her body dancing with the paddle and Nick’s fingers. All she wanted was to feel. Just feel. She didn’t want to think. Couldn’t think. There was simply too much feeling, too many sensations for her mind to do anything but concentrate on her skin and muscle and the electric tingles flashing through her. Nick felt Kelsey let go. There was no more resistance. Her body reacted to the slaps and strokes, without thought, without any resistance. He played in her increasing fluid, teasing, and pleasuring as she spanked her. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK. He paused to rub and massage as his fingers continued to tease. His heart thudded in his chest as he heard Kelsey whispering through her tears, "I want you. I want you. I want you." His breathing became a pant it took all his strength and determination to finish Kelsey’s spanking. SMAAAACK, SMAAACK, SMAAACK, SMAAACK, SMAAAAAACK!!! He dropped the paddle and lifted Kelsey into his arms. She felt like a rag doll as he pulled her close and cupped her head to his chest. He let her cry as he whispered the calming soothing words, "I love you, Kels. You’re such a wonderful woman. There’s no one else in the world as special as you are to me. I love you, Baby." He kissed the top of her head and temples, brushing the damp hair back off her face. She burrowed into him, hiccuping and sniffing. He could feel the heat of her bottom burning his thighs. "It’s all over, Baby. Shhhh, sweetheart, it’s all over. Oh, Kels, you’re such a good girl. Shhhh, Baby, it’s all over." Kelsey whimpered, "I want you, Nick. Now. Please." She wiggled in his lap trying to calm the deep gnawing hunger in her core and winced from the acute tenderness. "Please. Make love to me, Nick." "Yes, love." Nick stood up scooping her into his arms to carry her to the bedroom. Kelsey’s whisper in his ear stopped him instantly. "Are you sure, Kels?" he asked and felt her nod against his neck. He let her feet drop slowly to the floor and steadied her as she stood. He watched as she walked back to the chair and climbed into the seat on her knees facing its back. She held the back of the chair, knees slightly apart, back arched. "Now, Nicky, please, make love to me, now," she whimpered lifting her bottom high. Seeing Kelsey open and wet, squirming and wriggling as she lifted cheeks hot and rosy from her spanking drove him over the edge. He jerked his shirt over his head dropping it hastily as he grasped the buttons of his jeans tearing them open, shoving them down his legs and kicking them off in a heap on the floor. His erection bobbed in front of him as he walked to Kelsey. He stepped close rubbing against her. As he leaned over her back to cup her breasts the heat of her well-spanked bottom burned against his groin. Her pelvis pushed straining into him. Her moans as he moved against her tender bottom sent a shiver shooting from his hairline to his toes. He softly bit on the back of her neck and shoulders making her groan and quiver, her pelvis doing a perpetual dance against his. He whispered he loved her in her ear as he kissed and bit it gently making her whimper and shudder underneath him. He loved the way it felt to have her body move under his, naked hot flesh against naked hot flesh. Her sounds were a symphony, which echoed through his body bringing physical reactions. He moaned softly as he reached to touch and tease her wetness. Her back arched under him as her body strained to connect with his, wiggling, pushing against him, seeking him, as his fingers played gently, sensuously sliding against her swollen peak. He listened as her breathing became loud and ragged. Kelsey heard his whispered words and became lost in her desire to be filled by him, joined with him. Her body moved of its own volition, straining to become one. The ache inside her was almost maddening as her body sought release from its overwhelming need. As he whispered, bit and began to touch her so intimately she could no longer think all she could do was feel and crave being closer. She felt her body wince and jerk each time he slid against her tender bottom. She felt the sting, the burn, and the heat resonating between them. She heard the begging plea in her voice as she softly growled, "Nick, pleeeeeeeeeeeeease, make love to me. I want you now, Baby, pleeeeeeeeeease!" Then she felt Nick’s warm hands massaging her ‘spanked to screaming’ cheeks, parting them, then closing them to shift and part her again and again. Tears of want and a need so strong she could barely find enough air to breathe flowed freely down her face. She whimpered and begged, wincing as his hands continued to arouse her more and more. She felt a quiet deep desperation building deep inside her to simply be filled by this man she loved. Nick moved his finger to tease her tight opening that flexed and seemed to almost wink at him as he had rotated her cheeks open and closed. Kelsey’s lack of normal shyness and modesty, her complete trust and submission to him brought a deep feeling of power and with it a feeling of tremendous responsibility. He knew he could never do anything to hurt this woman he loved deeply, wholly. And he realized with clarity the awesome gift she offered in her trust and submission. Kelsey’s priceless gift was a strong aphrodisiac filling his mind and body with a desire to dominate and take her now completely, just as she offered herself with no resistance between them. He felt his finger slide through the ring of tight muscle, pushing into her hot smooth anus. Her tensing bucks gripped and pulled at his finger. His hand grasped his near to bursting shaft and guided its head to enter her, his tip pushing slowly as her opening stretched to accommodate and mold itself to fit him. Ahhhh! He felt her tight and hot and wet wrapping him as he pushed deeper and deeper into her. This was a feeling he loved, the way her body welcomed and changed to not only admit him, but to surround him becoming a part of him. He moved finger and pelvis in the same tempo…pushing slowly then pulling quickly, to repeat and enter her slowly again and again. He leaned over her and with his free hand began to stroke her puffy lips and clitoris. As he touched her he remembered time lapsed photography of flowers from bud stage to full bloom opening before his eyes in seconds………..she was his flower. And she was blooming in his hands. Both gasped and moaned, groaned and growled, moving faster and faster. One body was gripping, while the other slid freely, smoothly, pleasuring. Moving together, pleasing each other, meeting time and time again, they danced, flower and sun. Softness and hardness coming together, penetration of the sun’s warmth and the blossom’s acceptance of the dance carried them further and further. Petals opening straining toward the sun, stretching, growing, in nature’s way, bringing fullness of the bloom. With a cry, they both found release. Still and limp, forehead resting on her arm, struggling to find her breath and listening to Nick’s sweet whispered words of love, appreciation and admiration in her ear as he lay breathless and spent over her back, Kelsey made another discovery. Nick had ‘made’ her do nothing. He had simply known her well enough and loved her deeply, care fully enough to offer her the gift of a place where she was totally safe to offer herself to him completely. She knew in her deepest self, Nick would be her safe place, always, time and time again. The Flower Girl I left my apartment fuming with anger. My live-in girlfriend, Lisa and I had just had another huge fight about her frivolous spending habits. We had only been living together for about six months, but already our relationship had deteriorated into a nasty series of arguments, each one worse than the one before. I was having serious doubts that she and I were going to be able to live under the same roof for much longer. Today's fight was about an expensive new chair she had bought without even asking my opinion of it first. Money was pretty tight, but Lisa just didn't seem to understand that. It seemed like every day I came home from work to find that she'd been out shopping, buying anything and everything that struck her fancy. I worked upwards of 60 hours a week as a real estate agent trying to make ends meet, and Lisa only worked part time in a boutique. She had plenty of time to shop and blow all our money in short order. At first, I thought she was just buying stuff to add her personal touch to the apartment, which I had lived in for two years before I ever met her. So I was patient. As the weeks went by and turned into months and her wild spending never slowed, my patience turned into resentment, then into outright anger. Lisa never offered any apology for her expensive buying sprees, instead, she merely stated that she was entitled to buy a "few things" whenever she felt like it. Of all the women in the city, I had managed to bring a spoiled brat into my life. I left my apartment building and turned left, and just started walking aimlessly. I had to cool off and get my anger in check before I could even think about trying to talk to Lisa again. Underlying my anger was a feeling of hopelessness, a knowledge that the subject had already been talked to death. Lisa was not going to change, and I was not going to be able to accept her penchant for free spending without accountability. It was such a shame. Things with Lisa and I had started out so great. Lisa was charming and intelligent, and she was also an undeniable beauty. She was tall and lean, with tanned skin and pliant medium-sized breasts. Her chestnut brown hair was silky and shiny, and she wore it in a stylish shoulder-length cut. She had a classically pretty face, with wide dark eyes and high cheekbones. At first, Lisa was affectionate and a passionate lover. Our arguments over money had quickly dampened the fires, and even as beautiful as she was, I found that my desire for her was quickly slipping away. Being a healthy American male, however, I kept trying to make love to her, hoping that the early heat we shared would return. But now, she was cold and distant to me and she showed little interest in sex no matter what I tried. The physical frustration caused by lack of sex certainly wasn't helping my state of mind any. It had been almost three weeks since we'd made love, and even then it had been mechanical and unsatisfying. I walked on and on, oblivious to my surroundings, not seeing the people I passed on the street. My mind worked over my problems with Lisa, and the physical exertion of walking slowly caused my anger to abate with each step. It was early evening, a warm late-Spring day. After about an hour of continuous walking, I began to get warm, and I stopped to remove the light jacket I had on. I leaned up against a parking meter to rest for a minute, when something caught my eye and engaged my complete attention. I had stopped in front of a small flower shop, and behind the front plate glass window, a woman was busy setting up a new window display. As she reached up, stretching as high as she could to secure a pink ribbon to the display, her short dress rode up, revealing a flash of thigh and the lacy top band of a pair of tan thigh high stockings. My mind immediately took a photograph of how she looked in that brief moment, and filed it away as an unexpected, pleasant memory. The woman's back was to me, and in addition to her shapely legs and exquisite lingerie, I could see that she was petite and shapely. She had gorgeous long, flowing auburn hair that caught the sunlight passing through the window, causing her locks to shimmer as if they were on fire. She was wearing a pale yellow short sleeved dress that appeared to have some tiny pattern on it, but from my vantage point I couldn't make out what it was. The dress was formfitting, and gave me a breathtaking view of her marvelous shapely figure. She was also wearing coffee-colored leather sandals with a medium heel. For a scant few seconds, she stood on her tip-toes, fussing with the ribbon, exposing her creamy thighs encased in her silky stockings. Once the ribbon was fastened to her satisfaction, she moved back to her flat-footed stance. She took a step back from the display, and turned partially towards me, presenting me with her perfect profile. She was striking. Her body seemed to come directly from one of my youthful wet dreams. Her waist was slim, her legs were long and toned in proportion to her petite size, and her breasts were full and round. Her beautiful brown-red hair was all one length, with the exception of wispy bangs that I was sure framed her face perfectly. From the one-half of her face that I could see, she had fair skin, a perfectly formed, slightly upturned nose, and full, sensuous lips. She smiled, expressing her satisfaction at the look of the display, and I could see a tiny dimple in the one cheek that was visible to me. In the mere few seconds that I stood there watching, I was awestruck with her loveliness. For what seemed like the first time in so long, my mind was peaceful, devoid of all the arguments I'd had with Lisa. Then, suddenly things got even better. The beautiful woman in the window glanced outside, and saw me watching her. She smiled at me unselfconsciously, and in a contrived gesture she grasped the hem of her dress and slowly pulled it back down to its proper length. Her eyes met mine through the window, and I could feel the peculiar sensation of the distance between us closing. The expression on her face was both mischievous and pleased, and at that moment I knew that she knew I had been watching her, and she knew that I had seen something that I had enjoyed immensely. Her smile seemed to be an invitation, full of some kind of unspoken promise. The woman stepped out of the window display area, and with a backward glance and another smile, she disappeared from my sight. For a long minute, I stood frozen in place, trying to decide what, if anything, I should do next. I quickly decided that I had to go in the flower shop and see her up close, maybe even talk to her. I walked toward the shop, and my eyes were drawn upwards toward the sign proclaiming the name of the store...in a bold red script was the name, "Erica's Bloomers." Very cute, I thought as I opened the door and entered the shop. I was immediately assaulted by the scents of a variety of flowers. I could pick out rose, gardenia, and mums, but there were many others that I couldn't identify in the odiferous melee. At the moment, the woman wasn't in sight and I appeared to be the only other person in the shop. I made a slow circuit of the store, looking around, waiting for the woman to reappear. In a few seconds, she did. She walked out of an adjoining room at the rear of the shop, carrying a huge, bright flower arrangement. She saw me and smiled, and in a sweet voice, she said, "I'll be right with you, sir." She carried the flower arrangement to one of the large refrigerated cases and placed it inside. She then turned to me and said, "How can I help you?" The phrase sounded suggestive, or at least that's how I wanted it to sound. Up close, the woman was even more attractive. I could now see that her pale yellow dress had tiny pink roses embroidered on it. The dress was quite tight, and I couldn't help but to drop my eyes from her pretty face to her ample breasts. My breath caught in my throat as I imagined what she would look like minus the dress. I pulled my gaze back up to her face, slightly embarrassed at my shameless staring at her body. She merely smiled placidly at me. Apparently she didn't mind being ogled by strange men. My mind flashed back to when I saw her through the window, and I briefly wondered if the little show she gave me was completely intentional. Her eyes were the most amazing shade of green. A man could get lost in a pair of eyes like that. Her gaze was so piercing, I felt like she could look past my exterior and actually see what was going on in my mind. Hypnotic eyes, that's what they were. I realized with a start that I hadn't yet answered her. "I saw you in the window, and suddenly I was inspired to buy some flowers," I said with a grin. Her smile broadened, and I could see that she had an absolutely adorable dimple in each cheek. "Well, I'll accept that as a compliment. What kind of flowers would you like? We have all kinds." "Um, well, I really don't know," I stammered. "Okay," she said with an amused expression on her pretty face, "who are the flowers for? Are they for a special occasion?" My mind raced to come up with an answer. "They're for my mother, for her birthday," I lied. "Oh, she'll like that. Women always love flowers," she replied. "Why is that?" I asked. "Why do women love flowers so much?" She laughed and said, "I can't speak for all women, but I can tell you why I like them so much." "Please, do tell," I said, eager to hear more of her clear, sweet voice. With long, graceful fingers, she plucked a red rose from a vase and raised it to her nose, deeply inhaling the scent. "To me, flowers are completely perfect sensual objects," she replied, her emerald eyes burning into mine. "They are a feast for the eye, and their scent is pure heaven," she said, leaning casually against the checkout counter as she explained. God, she was so beautiful. I was powerfully attracted to her, and my cock stirred to life in my pants as I took in the captivating sight of her. I wasn't used to being so strongly affected by someone I'd just met, and the feeling was quite pleasant. I didn't even know her name and there I was standing a few feet away from her with a growing hard-on. "Also," she continued, "some flowers are a delight to the touch." In a mesmerizing gesture, she stroked her porcelain cheek with the rose. She closed her eyes, and she drew the crimson flower downward over the creamy skin of her throat. She momentarily seemed oblivious to my presence as she moved the rose even lower, caressing the flawless skin of her chest with it. My heart was pounding hard in my chest as I watched her entrancing demonstration. Ah, to be a rose, I thought. She opened her eyes again, and in a dreamy voice she said, "Even though this rose has been cut, the petals are so silky and lifelike. Almost like the soft flesh of a woman." Her reference to the soft skin of a woman made my pulse race. She was either coming onto me, or torturing me. At this point I wasn't sure which. "Come here," she said softly, gesturing with her hand for me to come closer. I took a few steps forward, stopping directly in front of her. She reached up with the rose and ran it across my cheek, making me involuntarily shiver. "See what I mean?" she asked. I nodded and closed my eyes, trying to get the full effect of the sensation. I could easily imagine that the soft flower petals stroking my cheek were actually her fingers. "It does feel wonderful," I admitted. She pulled the rose away from my face, and I opened my eyes to see her studying me intently. The corners of her lush lips were drawn up into a pleased smile. She was apparently enjoying this little lesson she was giving me. "Those are the tangible reasons I love flowers. There are many intangible reasons, and those reasons vary from person to person. Those reasons are what flowers symbolize to us, or the memories they bring back," she purred in a low voice. "I'm not sure I know what you mean," I replied. "For instance, every time I smell lilacs or honeysuckle, I think of the summer vacations I spent at my grandparents house in the country when I was growing up. Their house was surrounded by lilac bushes and honeysuckle vines, and the scent invariably brings back memories of the times I spent there." I nodded, understanding what she meant. "I also often recall how I felt when I received my first bouquet of flowers from a boy," she said with a happy smile. To this day every time I put together a bouquet of daisies, I am reminded of how thrilled I was." "Then, there are the symbolic things. For instance, how red roses, like this one, often symbolize love or passion. For me personally, flowers symbolize openness and promise. They start out as mere buds, but with proper care they open into full flower, sharing their beauty with the world." As she continued to speak, I could see subtle changes occurring in her demeanor. She was breathing heavily, and her eyes were trained on me with such an intense forthrightness that my body responded as though she was literally touching me. This situation was so strange, so unexpected, and completely arousing in a way that was totally foreign to me. "You are as lovely as any flower," I said, knowing as soon as the words passed my lips how lame it sounded. I expected her to laugh at me, but instead her face lit up in a beautiful smile, her green eyes shining with a peculiar kind of joy. She sat the rose down on the counter and stepped up closer to me, within inches of touching me. She looked up at me and said, "That's the most perfect compliment any man could ever give a woman. Thank you." I was stunned with what she did next. She raised up on her tip-toes like she'd done while she was in the window, and then she kissed my lips. My head was spinning. This beautiful woman was kissing me, a complete stranger! And it felt so damn good. Without thinking, my arms went around her and I pulled her as close to my body as I could get her. A tiny sound of pleasure escaped her throat as I drew her in next to me, and her arms came up and locked around my neck. Her warm lips pressed harder against mine, and I could feel her breath coming in quick little gasps. I was overwhelmed with sensation of having her kissing me like this, and I could feel such a strong wave of lust taking control of me. I began probing her soft lips with the tip of my tongue, and the woman yielded to me instantly, parting her lips and teasing my tongue with hers. It was like I was hit with a lightning bolt, a lightning bolt consisting of electricity combined with pure passion. My cock was rock hard, and I was sure she could feel it pressing into her belly, even with my pants and her dress between us. Instead of shying away though, she ground her body against mine, causing me to moan into her mouth. I began caressing the curve of her back with my trembling hands, and her hands moved up to touch my face and run her fingers through my hair. I could feel her trembling against me, shivering with the ferocious need that was swelling and growing inside us both. Suddenly, she pulled her lips away from mine, and in a breathless whisper she said, "Please do me the favor of locking the front door so we won't be interrupted. I want you all to myself for awhile." "Of course," I replied with a grin, "but won't your boss get mad at you for locking out the customers?" "If I had a boss, then they'd probably be pissed. But since this is my store, I can do as I please," she said with a truly wicked grin. I laughed and stepped away from her. I walked to the front door and twisted the lock, which engaged with a loud clack. I turned back to her, and as she stood waiting for me, I was once again struck with the realization of just how beautiful, and how hot she truly was. As I walked back towards her, she said in a husky voice, "Now, would you like to see Erica's Bloomers?" I was a bit confused, unsure of exactly what she meant. "Erica's Bloomers" was the name of her shop. With a moment's though, I answered, "I most definitely would, but only if you're Erica!" "That I am," she said. I could scarcely believe my eyes when I saw what Erica did next. Standing in the middle of her shop, in the waning daylight and illuminated by overhead lights, she began taking off her dress. I stood frozen in place a few feet away and she slowly started undoing the buttons running down the front of her dress. She reached the last button, and with an exaggerated shrug of her shoulders the dress fell away onto the floor. Now she was standing in front of me wearing nothing but a pale yellow lacy bra and string bikinis, the tan stockings, and her sandals. She beamed broadly at me as I stood there with my mouth hanging open in shock and awe. Her green eyes never left mine as she carefully unhooked her bra from the front and pulled it open for me to see. "This was my first bloom," she said, pointing to a tiny violet tattooed just above her marvelous left breast. Above her right breast was a little pale pink tulip. I saw the floral tattoos, but only for a second. Then my eyes were glued to her magnificent tits. They were large and perfectly round, and her large, pale pink nipples were erect and inviting. My erection throbbed almost painfully in my pants. Next, Erica turned away from me, presenting her exquisitely smooth back to me. On the small of her back was another tattoo, a perfect replica of a magnolia blossom. Still facing away from me, Erica slid her yellow panties down, showing me the yellow daffodil etched into the round globe of her right ass cheek. I was having a hard time standing still, wanting to go to her, but something told me that she wanted to complete the show first. So I stood there, feeling hot all over, nearly panting with lust for her. Then oh-so-slowly, she turned back towards me, and I saw it. I knew there had to be a rose, and there it was, just above her smoothly shaved public line. A perfect red rose, tattooed just above her pussy. She smiled at me, tracing the shape of the rose tattoo with her finger. "This one is my favorite," she whispered. I started to go to her, meaning to take her into my arms, but just before I reached her she held up her hand, stopping me. "I want you to watch me first," she said, "watch me open up in full bloom just like my flowers." Erica backed up a step, then she daintily hopped up onto the checkout counter, her toned legs dangling over the side facing me. I watched her breathlessly, waiting to see what she had to show me next. Erica picked up the long-stemmed red rose that she had rubbed against my face, and with excruciating slowness she spread her legs, exposing her pussy to me. I could see that her pussy lips were already swollen with arousal, and I swore I could even see dewdrops of wetness forming there. My mouth went utterly dry as she began to rub the rose over her delicate pussy lips. I could no longer restrain myself seeing the erotic scene, and I reached down and squeezed my rock hard cock through my pants. I watched as she reached down and parted her engorged pussy lips with her fingers, and as she trailed the rose between them. It was such an incredible sight, the crimson rose petals sliding between the pale pink folds of her moistened pussy. I had never even imagined such a thing, but it was the most arousing sight I'd ever seen. I had never heard of a flower fetish before, but here it was, being demonstrated for me in the flesh. She drew the rose upward over her clit, and I heard the sharp intake of her breath. Then, she raised the rose to her nose and inhaled deeply. I could imagine the combination of scents, the sweetness of the rose and the even sweeter smell of her pussy on the petals. Then she said to me in a clear, demanding voice, "Now, my friend, I want to the stem you have to offer." She smiled meaningfully at me and her eyes dropped to the obvious bulge in my pants. First, I pulled off my shirt, then I wasted no time in unzipping my pants and shoving them down to the floor along with my briefs.