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Bruce's Journey

By: Plato2002



"Bruce, Gretchen Chaldony is on line one for you." 

"Thanks Linda, I'll get it from here." 

"Hello Gretchen." 

"Hi Bruce – got another client who needs your help – can we get together next week on Wednesday at 9 in my office – I'll fax your office all the usual information today – that sound good?" One thing I will say about Gretchen, she can make a question a command easily. 

"Let me check Gretchen" I placed her on hold. I already knew it would work, and I am pretty sure she did as well. But for the sake of appearances, well. "I will have to do a little juggling, but I can make it then." 

"Thanks Bruce – you are a dear. See you then." Click. She was gone.

Gretchen Chaldony was one of the most expensive and one of the best estate attorneys in town. That woman's firm really knew it's stuff, and she herself specialized in mega estate planning only. I knew this was going to be a large case, requiring a tremendous amount of work. Good thing I had hired good people. As I sat at my desk, I reflected on how my life had gotten to this point. And to think, it all started as a volunteer coach of a little girl's softball team a few years ago..............

Let me start by telling you about me. My name is Bruce Roberts. I am an overweight, out of shape ex-jock who is losing his hair. I tell you this because I want you to know I have no delusions about who I am or what I am. I am a financial planner, or at that time was trying to be. In the course of the previous 5 years, I had built up a nice little practice. I was not anywhere near the big time, nor did I have any aspirations to be. I made an OK living, had a part time receptionist/secretary/assistant, and lots of free time. So much free time in fact, when my daughter wanted to play softball, I said I would coach when no one else would. 

On that fateful day, I was sitting in my office.  Playing solitaire on the computer, wasting time until lunch. I did that a lot. Linda buzzed me. "Bruce, there is a woman on the line – a Susan Taylor Klingem. I checked, and we don't have a client with that name." Susan Taylor Klingem – I knew that name. Her daughter Leelee was on my softball team. At the start of the season, I had handed out my philosophy along with contact numbers. And someone was actually using it. I was amazed. 

"I'll take it Linda." I put the phone back in the cradle and waited for the ring. 

This woman was something else. Rich didn't describe her. Her husband Tom was one of those guys – we all know one – who just was a great guy who made a bunch on money. I wasn't exactly sure what he did at the time, but I knew it was in real estate. He came to all the practices and games, clearly doting on Leelee. I liked the man. He was very unpretenscious, just a regular guy who could make things happen in the real estate world. I had no idea how much he made things happen, as his idea of flaunting his wealth was to try to buy the kids ice cream after games. I had set up a rotating snack schedule, but he still kept telling me "a kid can't ever have too much ice cream." Well, I knew for a fact I was living proof you could. But Tom wouldn't take no for an answer, and the kids did enjoy the extra treats.

Now Susan was the exact opposite, she was wealthy and she let you know it. She was not a big woman, very slim and petite. Always made up nicely. Not much in the chest department, but not bad either. The one physical feature she has was she had one nice rear end. Very nice. Probably from all the working out – or plastic surgery. Didn't care. It was nice. And the clothes, the cars, the houses, the tan, well, you get the picture. And here I was waiting to talk to her.

I picked up the phone on the second ring. "Bruce Roberts, may I help you?" 

"Bruce, Susan Taylor Klingem here. Tom and I wondered if you would by chance have some time we could schedule tomorrow – we are considering changing planners and would like to talk to you." Holy shit. The Klingems wanted an appointment – with me. This was huge – very huge. 

"Well, Susan, let me see. Tomorrow is already crowded." I paused for effect. 

"Bruce, I know it is short notice – please – we will take any time you have since it is such short notice." Warning bells should have sounded, but I was too blinded by my apparent good luck. 

"Well Susan, I can squeeze you in at 10 tomorrow morning – will that work?" I tried to sound like this was a routine thing, as the only thing I had scheduled at 10 the next day was more solitaire. "And why don't I just stop by your home, since I will be in the area. That will save you a trip downtown as well." 

"Great Bruce, Tom and I will see you then." And click, she was gone. 

Either she figured she thought I knew where she lived, or I would look up the actual address. I pulled out my roster, got the address, and buzzed Linda. "Linda, I will be out of the office in the morning. I am meeting with the Klingem's – they are looking for a new planner." 

"No shit?" She replied. 

"No shit" I put down the receiver and smiled. This was the break I thought I wanted.

At exactly 10 I pulled up into the drive. Man, what a house. This thing was huge. I had heard it was big – but still. Susan herself answered the door – kinda surprised me – I guess I expected a butler or something. She looked great – had on a white tennis style dress "Bruce - come in. I'm sorry, I just got off the courts – didn't have time to change prior to you getting here." She just walked in towards this room. "Please have a seat here in the library." A library. Never had been in a house before that had a library – half of my clients didn't even own a book, let alone a library. 

"I'm sorry to say, Tom got called away this morning, so it will just be the two of us. I hope you don't mind. Can I get you something to drink?" So Tom wasn't there, and I knew Leelee was in school. So it was just the two of us – peachy. 

I always accepted when I was offered something – and replied – "Sure – and ice water would be great" I always asked for something I knew my clients would have as to not embarrass them. Susan got up went over to the built in bar, and retrieved two bottles of water from a hidden fridge. 

"Will this do?" She asked as she handed one to me. We sat down at the long conference table in the room. "Tom so loves this room" Susan said. "He likes to surround himself with knowledge." Now that I could see. Tom was always asking questions, not to challenge you, but to try to learn it himself.

Susan handed me a packet. "In here, you will find the basics of where we are now. Not the specifics, mind you, but the basics. Tom has requested you review them and let us know what you think." I already thought this was going well – should have realized that this was going too well. "And Bruce, since Tom isn't here, I would like to discuss something that is on my mind concerning Leelee and playing softball." 

"Certainly Susan, go right ahead." 

"Well Bruce, I came to the game the other evening, and Leelee didn't play the entire game. And to make matters worse, she has informed me that she has not been named the starting pitcher yet. Now I am sure this is just an oversight, and I am sure we can settle this." Oh wow – that little robot in my head – you know – the one that runs out and yells "warning – warning – danger - danger!" almost shot right out of my brain. I needed to tread carefully, choose my words wisely. 

This was the first I heard that Leelee wanted to pitch. Usually she was very happy to go wherever I said, and I was in the habit of rotating all the kids in different positions. For the most part, playing time was pretty equal. All played, all sat. The only exception was at pitcher. I had one rule – the pitcher had to be able to get the ball to the plate. In practice, Leelee had not even wanted to try. 

I sipped my water, trying to buy time. Susan sat there looking at me smiling. She was leaning in, showing just enough cleavage to be respectable, yet at the same time flirty. She leaned in closer "I wouldn't even bring this up, but it is very important to Leelee and well, it is important to me then." My mouth was still too dry – I felt like a cornered animal. 

"Well Susan, to be honest, when I had the kids in practice try, Leelee didn't want to. She hasn't shown an interest in this at all. So I am somewhat caught off guard by this news." 

Susan looked at me and gave me a "warm" smile. "Bruce, I can completely understand."  Her hand was now touching my arm. "That's why I thought it would be appropriate for you and I to discuss this privately." 

"Bruce, I have been working very hard with Leelee to help her realize her dream here. I do not want to cause any problems, but we must simply work this out." Again with the smile, this time along with a brush of her hand. "And another thing, those uniforms the girls are wearing are simply not acceptable. So I will take the liberty, I hope you don't mind, of contacting a supplier to order new ones much more fitting for the girls. The new ones could be in next week." Oh boy. So when the charm hadn't gotten it done, out came the checkbook. I still hadn't quite figured out what the entire agenda was, but it was becoming clearer. 

"Well Susan, that is a very generous offer, but I am afraid I can't accept. The school provides the uniforms, and well, we aren't in line for new ones. Even donated ones." 

"Bruce, I would hate to jeopardize our possible working relationship over something as trivial as these items, but I simply must insist that these changes take place in the near future, or I do not see us being able to work together."

Ahhhhh, there it was – the trump was on the table so to speak. In other words bozo – do as I say or you have no shot. Let it be said I am not always the brightest bulb in the socket, but I do have my principals. OK – at least one.

"Susan, I simply cannot accept new uniforms for the girls. As for Leelee pitching, at the next practice I will have her try and evaluate her. If she can, I will certainly use her, as I would anyone who wants to try." I watched Susan's face color. I knew when I said that this was not going to be pretty, and it was about to get much worse. The next statement was going to seal my fate here. 

"And to be honest, at this age there isn't going to be a starting pitcher named. I do not want to put any pressure on any one girl to think she "has" to do something." There. I said it. The daydreaming I had done over the last 24 hours had been fun, but mean old Mr. Reality just reared his ugly head.

Susan's face was now red. "I can see this conversation is going nowhere. You are being completely unreasonable." She was now visibly shaking. "How do you ever expect to make anything out of yourself without the favors and help from those of us who can assist you?" 

Me? Make anything out of myself? If there was ever a hot button, Susan had just pushed it – hard. I came from a modest background and was very happy with where I was. I got angry. Shouldn't have, but did. I stood up, glaring across the table. 

"Well Princess, let me explain a few things. First off, I don't need yours or anyone's approval in how I manage to run my life. Secondly, I feel sorry for your husband and your daughter – you are a spoiled bitch. You don't get your way and wham, you attack. Well, toots, it is not going to work this time." 

I started to gather my things. I was done. Goodbye account. Goodbye opportunity. And probably goodbye coaching. I was too mad to care. "How dare you" Susan sputtered, "How dare YOU speak to ME that way!" She was shouting. I looked at her. 

"Ya know, I don't blame you. Had you gotten spanked when you needed it, you wouldn't be acting like you needed one now – like a spoiled little brat!" Wonderful – now I was telling Susan Taylor Klingem she needed a spanking, because she was acting like a brat. Might as well just got back and pack up the office. 

Susan looked at me, her mouth agape. She gave this little smile, like I had stepped into her trap, and she was about to finish me off. "I suppose you think YOU are man enough to give me one don't you?" She kinda sneered as she said it. "Personally, I would like to see you try."

Great – now insults to my manhood too. But the anger over her attitude just got the better of my reasoning. I'm not a violent man (well, I used to be more assertive, but with age.....). This woman had pushed every button I had. My brain did go into gear first this time. 

"Right – I touch you – I get arrested for assault. Not a chance." 

To this day, I do not know why she did what she did. Must have figured I was bluffing, and was trying to humiliate me, or whatever. Susan walked over to the desk, picked up a sheet of paper, wrote on it, put it only the table and pushed it at me. "Here ya go big man" her voice just dripped sarcasm. "Your get out of jail free note". I looked at the paper. She had scrawled on it – "I hereby give permission to Bruce to try to spank me – if he can. I will not press charges."

Damn. The challenge was set. I now was keenly aware of my own breathing. Susan smiled smugly, like she knew, just knew I wouldn't. She thought she had won. My anger got stronger, and a thought crossed my mind. "Why not?" I thought, "Why not teach this little bitch a lesson – after all, she is going to do damage." I looked around the room, and spotted this loveseat that would work just nicely. I came around the table right at her. Susan stood her ground, smiling that smirky smile. I am sure she figured I would back off when I saw she didn't move. But like I said, I wasn't really thinking beyond the next 10 minutes.

A long time ago, I was a pretty decent wrestler with pretty good power. If that failed me now, I was going to have to move away. I grabbed Susan's wrist, pulled her off balance, and picked her up onto my shoulder. Her free fist was beating on my back, and her legs kicking. Not making much if any contact, but she was trying. I walked over to the loveseat and dumped her on it. As she started to stand, I sat down and grabbed her off balance again, this time pulling her over my lap. I put one arm right across the middle of her back, effectively pining her against me. With my leg, I caught her outside leg and pinned it as well. Now brain was in neutral. Without thinking, my free hand flipped up her dress, exposing her tennis panties. SLAP – the first blow was struck. Susan howled. 

Looking back – I am glad the house was so big and set back from the road. SLAP SLAP SLAP followed in quick succession. "STOP" Susan screamed – "STOP!" The problem was, I had no intention of stopping. This woman was going to get what was coming to her, and since I had the note, well, I was now thinking I wanted this to last a bit. 

"These will just have to go," I said as I reached out and started to slide the tennis pants down. 

Susan struggled even harder "That wasn't part of the deal" She cried. I didn't reply, but I was having problems getting them off. Without another thought, I grabbed them in my hand, bunched them up and ripped them off at the side. 

"OOOOOWWWWW" Susan was now struggling harder "That HURT!!!!" Now I had over my lap her naked ass, I could see the reddened areas where she had been slapped already. And I went to work. SLAP SLAP SLAP - over and over and over. Not missing a single spot on her shapely however much redder ass. After about 40, 50, 60 slaps – I really wasn't counting, I realized Susan was no longer struggling. It was like she was resigned to accepting her fate now. I did a few more well placed smacks, though not as hard. I could hear and feel her crying. Her ass just radiated heat. 

Now I am no attorney, but I am pretty sure I was going to jail – even with the note. One last good slap, and I dumped Susan off my lap onto the floor, where she landed right on her red and inflamed ass. She let out this howl. She looked so funny sitting there – legs spread, mascara running down her cheeks, trying desperately to get off her ass. My anger gone, I started to laugh. Hard. Very hard. Susan stopped and looked at me. I could tell she was confused, but I figured it had to do with my reaction to the events. It wasn't for a good few seconds I realized the leg of my pants where Susan had been laying had a big wet spot on them.

Susan was still staring at me in disbelief. I stood up, trying to act as nonchalant as possible – like this was an everyday event for me. Without a word, I walked over, picked up my things, and the note as well. Susan continued to sit on the floor; legs spread, staring, just staring at me with a glassy look in her eyes.

I got in my car, drove home, contemplating what to do next. First thing I figured was to wash these pants where she had peed on me.  I headed home. Got there, went straight to the laundry. I was thinking if I got these washed fast enough, there wouldn't be any "evidence." Like I said, I wasn't thinking. I peeled them off, and set them on the washer, put them in and headed for the shower. Man, I was so busted.

After my shower, I decided to call Linda and tell her I would not be in for the rest of the day. I figured I didn't want to be arrested at the office; I would rather go from home. I don't know why, just sounded better I guess. I figured that if I went from the office, people might think I did something wrong professionally. And just in case I beat it, I didn't want that.

After one sleepless night, I thought I couldn't hide from what was going to happen so I went in. Linda met me at the door. "Must have been some meeting for you to blow off the rest of the day" she smiled. If she only knew I thought. Well, she was a good employee, she would find another job. I would let people know she had nothing to do with what happened.

"This came for you late yesterday" she said holding up a letter. "By private courier no less. Not to mention a Gretchen Chaldony called and told me she was sending over something for you. She wants you to call her as soon as you get in." I looked at my watch – it was 9:30 AM and already I felt sick. I walked into my office, looking at the message, holding the unopened letter in my hand. 

I dialed the number – then went right into shock when the line was answered "Fine, Chaldony and Werks – Attorneys at Law – May I help you?" I didn't respond. "Hello? Hello?" I put the receiver down, my hands a cold sweaty mess. I know I was pale. I got up and unsteadily closed my door, mumbling to Linda not to disturb me. I sat back down and just stared into space.

Well, another fine mess my pride had gotten me into. I just couldn't back down from her challenge, and now I was trapped. I just sat there. After a while, Linda buzzed me, snapping me back to reality. "Bruce, there was another letter delivered and Gretchen Chaldony is on line one for you." "Tell her I am in a meeting, and I will get back to her." I knew my behavior was not what Linda expected, but I was trying to think. And I couldn't.

After a few more minutes (or hours, I wasn't sure) Linda buzzed again. "Bruce, this time it is flowers for you – I'm bringing them in." A second later my door opened. Linda walked in carrying flowers – a big bouquet. I looked at her. "The card is sealed Bruce, and it is marked personal – must have been some meeting!"

I wish she wouldn't keep saying that, but now I was even more confused. Linda looked at me, clearly expecting me to read the card and show it to her. I opened it, and all it said was "Bruce, looking forward to working with you and your staff – Tom Klingem." I was so floored. 

Linda read the card over my shoulder and started whooping in my ear. "I knew it – I knew it" she was crowing – "you did have a good meeting!"

I handed the card and flowers back to her. "Please go put these somewhere nice." Linda scurried from the office. I closed the door behind her. I reached from the first envelope addressed to me with a personal and confidential statement on it. No other address, all typed up nice and neat. My hands shook as I opened it, pulled out the letter and started reading:


Bruce's Journey



"Dear Bruce,

I have so many thoughts and emotions running through my head, I realized I had to put them down on paper. Then I realized you were the only one who knew why, so I am sending them to you. I trust in your discretion here.

I would like to thank you for what you did for me today. At first I was extremely angry, embarrassed and humiliated, especially when you laughed and walked out the door. Then I realized, in a manner of speaking, I have been doing that to people since the day I was born. It has gotten so much worse in the last few years, as our wealth and power have grown. 

You are absolutely correct when you said I am a spoiled bratty princess, or something like that. I don't think in all my life anyone has ever dared to do something like that to me, for fear of what I would do in return. 

After you left, I just sat there seething, and feeling so very humiliated. I also realized I hadn't even bothered to attempt to cover myself up when you were laughing at me. I am not sure what hurt worse, the spanking or the laughter. I realized right then and there that it was the way you looked at me, like I was beneath contempt. That hurt worse of all. 

I knew I had looked at others that way, never realizing what it did to them, never caring. I sat there and cried, not because of what happened, of who I had become. I don't even like me; I don't know why anyone else would. I am everything you said I was, only worse. I have done so much in this world I need to atone for, and yesterday was a start for me. 

After I was done crying, I also realized how tremendously exciting the entire incident had been. How liberating to just give myself over to what was happening at the time, even though you could have been just a touch more gentle! 

In retrospect, I am glad you weren't. I don't suppose it would have had the same effect, had you been. I thought I remembered that there was some type of mess shall we say on your pants. Please send me the bill from the cleaners!

By now I am sure you have heard from Gretchen Chaldony.  She is our attorney in our personal matters. I have instructed her (over her objections) to send you all of our detailed information as soon as possible, and to start the process of changing everything to you. As you can guess, she is quite mystified and very suspicious in this area, and has voiced concerns you are not up to the task. I assured her, based on our meeting, you can handle yourself very well.

Tonight, probably for the first time in our marriage, Tom actually has a wife. I am going to start my "new" way of life today, by apologizing to him. He has been a very patient and loving man, much more than I deserve. Unfortunately, I do not think he can or will do what you did. I don't think it is in him. But he is a good man, and I do love him. 

Bruce, I realize that you probably do not ever want to see my family or me again, but I am asking – no – begging for a second chance with you. I feel that you are the perfect man for what we need. You are the first, and only person who has ever stood up to me like that. It took an exceptional man to do what you did yesterday, and I am eternally grateful. 

Please say you will at least consider working with us.

Sincerely, 

STK"

Wow. Wow. Wow. That was all I could think. I reread the letter again; to make sure I didn't misread it. I read it again a third time. Linda buzzed, but I ignored her. I picked up the second letter.

"Bruce,

I just spoke with Gretchen, and she said you haven't returned her calls. I implore you to do so.

STK"

I buzzed Linda. "Get me Gretchen Chaldolny please."

Gretchen was curt and brief on the phone – it was obvious she was not used to be kept waiting. She informed me she needed to know my attorney's name so she could messenger over a confidentiality agreement. I would need to sign one prior to her releasing any information. I gave her the name of one of my friends, called him as soon as I could so he was one the phone with me when she called. I told him to make her wait – and he did! I explained things briefly (leaving out the good stuff). He informed me he would look it over and get it to me in a few days with revisions. I knew he would.

I looked at the clock – now wonder I was hungry – it was almost 2:00PM. I called out to Linda, told her to take the rest of the day off – we were about to get very busy for a while, and she could use the day. I no sooner finished the words when she was gone.

I was just sitting there when the phone rang, jolting me back to reality. Without thinking I picked it up. "Bruce Roberts, may I help you?" 

The voice on the other end was very familiar to me "I am so glad you decided to at least consider working with us." My mind almost exploded – it was Susan. 

"Hello Susan" I tried to sound as normal as possible. "What can I do for you?" 

"Bruce, Tom and I wondered, I mean it is late notice and all, but we would both like to take you are your wife out tonight – kind of a celebration of sorts. Please say yes Bruce, please?" She paused, and I didn't respond. "Bruce please, it would mean so much to me – to us – if you would. Please say yes". I just sat there and thought for a second. Dinner out in public, not much of a chance of Susan making a scene. And I did have the letter.  Made myself a mental note to make a copy, when I realized she had never signed it.

"Susan, I'll have to call you back. I need to check with my wife and see if she has made other plans for us tonight. If not, I will have to see about a sitter."  I knew damn well there weren't any other plans, except what to make on the grill. 

"Oh" Susan replied. "Why not this – if you don't have plans, come here for a cookout. The kids can swim and play, we can talk........please?" 

"Susan, I will call her and call you back." 

"Wait Bruce, can I stay on hold while you call? Please?" 

I had to let that sink in. Not only was Susan begging me to bring my family to dinner, she wanted to wait while I checked. I decided to take a few minutes and I did call. My wife was thrilled – about as thrilled as one can be about going to the dentist for a root canal without using anesthesia. I had to promise a lot – a lot - in order to get her to agree. I do hate going to her mothers for a weekend.

I picked up the original line. "Susan? Sounds good – what time?" And so plans were made.

The cookout was uneventful (although I did sweat a lot), the kids had a blast, and I have to admit Susan was a gracious and charming hostess. She went out of her way to be nice. I saw no flashes of anger, no sarcasm, no venom of any kind. When it came time to go, she kissed and hugged everyone, making sure we knew she wanted us to come back. Tom and I had managed to squeeze in a little time talking, and all he said to me was "I don't know what you presented, but it must have been amazing. Susan said she wouldn't work with anyone else, that after your presentation you were the only one she trusted. I would like to see it someday myself." I thought to myself – oh great – witnesses! I was so sure that this was a dream; I didn't want to wake up.

The next few weeks went by in a blur – meetings with attorneys, planning, and paperwork. Fortunately for me, the company I represent has estate-planning attorneys on staff, and they did 95% of the work. I however, got 100% of the commission – and what a sale it was. I made more on that one sale, then I had in the last three years. I had no idea how big Tom's company was, or how much he actually was worth until now, and now I was handling all of it, including his business.  

First thing I did was to go out and hire people to manage it all. Probably paid more than I needed to, but I figured I was going to need some top people around me to make me look good. So much for keeping all the money, however I was able to give Linda a good bonus and put some away. And what really mattered after a period of distrust, Gretchen had admitted I had quite a handle on things. She told me she was impressed.

What followed over the next few months was interesting, to say the least. We were constantly fielding invitations from Susan to attend parties, benefits, social events. Susan made sure we were meeting all of the right people, and she was telling them what a great job I was doing. My business was growing because of her. We accepted about 50% of the time, and she always appeared thrilled. It was at one such event I saw the old Susan in action for a minute. 

At a party at her home, something happened with one of the wait staff and a guest. I am not sure, nor did I care what. The old Susan had reappeared, and was ripping this poor girl up and down. I felt sorry for the poor thing, and without thinking stepped in. 

"Susan, may I have a quick word?" She looked at me, and I could see the anger in her eyes. I walked away, and Susan followed me seething. I walked into the library Susan followed me. 

"What is it Bruce – I was in the middle of something." I turned and closed the door. 

"Susan, I have a letter from you telling me you didn't like who you had become, and for the last few months I haven't seen that person. Well, I see her now." Susan looked at me like I had slapped her. 

"Oh my God" she whispered. "Was I that bad?" I just looked at her. "Help me Bruce, I don't want to be her again." Susan was almost in tears. 

I looked at her, and decided to see if this was going to play out like I was thinking. "Yes Susan, I am afraid it was that bad. If you are serious about wanting my help, I will help you. Just like I did before. I will be back here at 10 tomorrow morning. If you are here alone, I will know you want my help. If not, I will have an excuse and quickly be gone." I opened up the doors to the library. "Susan, thank you for a lovely evening. I have an early meeting tomorrow for which I must prepare. Goodnight". Susan looked stunned as  I walked away to find my wife, we said our goodbyes to Tom, and we were gone.

At exactly 10:00 AM the next morning I rang the doorbell, not knowing what I was going to find. Susan answered the door. I looked at her. "Hello Bruce, I have been expecting you. Please come in." I stepped into the foyer. Susan didn't say a word as she walked ahead of me down the hall, and turned right into the library. I walked in behind her and closed the door. 

"I sent Tom and Leelee out to a movie and lunch, with instructions not to come back for a few hours because I had a "headache." I am here alone, just like you asked." I looked around the room. Everything looked normal, except for the fact there was a large towel on the end of the loveseat. Susan just stood there, hands clasped in front of her, eyes looking downward. I have to admit, even with no makeup on, her hair pulled back, she was a very pretty woman. I could see under the t-shirt she was wearing she didn't have a bra on, and her nipples were pointing straight out. I decided to really push the envelope a little.

I walked over to the loveseat and sat down. Susan didn't move. I looked at her. She continued to look down. "Susan, come over here" I commanded. She walked over to me, stood in front of me and continued to stare at the floor. "You realize I was very disappointed in your behavior yesterday" I said in my best authoritive voice. "This requires even more "help" than last time". 

I saw her look up at me, some fear in her eyes. "You embarrassed that poor girl yesterday, so today you must be embarrassed as well punished. I want you to strip all your clothes off, lay across my lap, and ask me to spank you." Susan looked at me in horror. 

Before she could say a word, I spoke. "If you do not do exactly as I say, I am getting up and walking out. I will not be back, and I will no longer be able to continue our arrangement. You asked me for my help, and if you want it, you must do as I say."

Susan looked at me, I held her gaze. I could see the uncertainty in her eyes, and it only steeled my resolve to play this out. The die was cast. She lowered her eyes, reached down and grabbed the hem of the shirt. In one movement, it was off and on the floor next to her. I tried not to look impressed, but I was. Her breasts were certainly not very big, but her nipples were very pointed and standing out from her body. I was dying to touch them, but decided to just sit. 

With her eyes remaining downward, Susan stepped out of her sandals, slid her shorts to the floor. She stood up, closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and then lowered her panties. She stood back up, hands at her sides, eyes looking downward.

I just sat there. After a few moments, Susan reached out and picked up the towel, draping it across my lap. She then proceeded to lay down across my lap, just as I had asked her to. She just laid there, not making a sound. "Forget something?" I asked. 

"Please Bruce, don't make me......." 

It was taking all my control not to move, but I said, "You need to ask – now." 

Susan's voice trembled. "Bruce, please help me." 

"How?" I asked. "How do you want me to help you?" I could not believe this. Susan Taylor Klingem was laying naked, on my lap, about to ask to spank her. And I was making her wait. After a minute with no sound from Susan, I said, "Either speak up now or I will go." Now I was bluffing, and I knew it. I wasn't going anywhere. 

A very tiny voice said, "Please spank me - please."

That was all I needed. My hand came down hard making a very loud and very sharp sound on contact. Susan stiffened, but not a sound was made. Over and over and over my hand moved, until her ass was red – then very red. I could feel she was crying, but I didn't care. She wasn't resisting at all.

When I was satisfied her ass was sufficiently red, I stopped. I left my hand rest against her hot flesh, as she laid there crying. Gently I rubbed her, feeling the heat rising from her skin. It was almost unnoticed when I felt her rather than saw her move. She was slowly moving her hips, starting to grind herself against my leg.  I continued to rub her skin, making the circles wider. Susan spread her legs slightly, her movements becoming more pronounced. 

She was really starting to grind herself against me. I dropped all pretense of just rubbing her, and slid my fingers up into her sex. I knew she was excited, but she was absolutely wet. I could feel the juices running from her, and I stroked my fingers in and out of her. Without a sound, Susan's backed arched. Hard. I felt and heard and huge gush of fluids come from her sex as she froze in place. She spasmed hard against me, shuddered, and went limp. I removed my fingers from her, and went back to stroking her hot skin, which was now very wet. 

Susan started to cry again. "Now you know," she whispered. "Now you know my secret". I didn't say a word. In all honesty, looking back I didn't know what to say. So I said nothing. After a moment, Susan stood up and toweled herself off. She was making no effort to conceal herself, just matter of factly cleaning herself.

I however, had a problem. A very large, very wet one. Not only were my pants soaked from Susan, but also from me. I had a very hard erection that was leaking, leaking right through my pants. Susan smiled at me. "Did I do that?" She smiled. "Here. Let me help you. Take those off, and I will run them through the washer really quick." There was no way I could stand up, not without my erection becoming very evident. Susan reached down, rubbed my erection through my pants. "After I put your clothes in a quick wash, I will come back and take care of that as well. You were here doing me a favor, and I simply cannot let you leave like that."

Now this was headed down a path I probably should have seen coming, and didn't. Like I said earlier, I wasn't thinking at first, and now I was trying to scramble. I had never cheated or done anything even remotely like this since the day I got engaged (the night before the wedding didn't count – I wasn't conscious!), and now I wasn't sure I wanted to. 

"Ummmm....Susan.....ummmmm...I appreciate the offer but I must decline. See, I have never done anything like this since I married Kelly, and well, I........" Susan looked at me amused. 

"Bruce" she replied. "It's not like we are having an affair. You did something for me, I simply must assist you. Period."

With that she got down on her knees in front on me, and pulled down my zipper. I will admit, I was so very horney at this point I didn't care. Susan opened my pants, and urged me to lift my hips. As soon as I did, both my pants and my boxers hit the floor. I could feel the cool room air hitting my penis, and I was afraid just that was going to set me off. I shouldn't have worried, as Susan's mouth descended on me like a hungry animal. She sucked me into her mouth hard, and went after me hard and fast. It didn't take long for me to tense up and explode. Susan never slowed down, and didn't miss a drop. The entire thing was almost clinical in nature, how quickly and efficiently she did it. My guess is this is how she did Tom. 

She must have read my mind, as she said to me "Sometimes Tom like it that way. Usually we both prefer the slow and gentle, but I knew this was the way to go today." She got up, gathering my clothes. She still had not made any movement to cover herself. "These will be done in an hour. You can go clean up in the bathroom, and you will find a robe on the back of the sink to put on." 

I finished cleaning up, put on the robe and went to look for Susan. I found her sitting on the sun porch, still naked. She gave me this look when I looked at her. "I am waiting permission to get dressed" was all she said. 

"Permission granted". 

"Good God I needed that" Susan said.  "I feel so much better now. Thank you." As Susan stood to get dressed, she leaned down and kissed me, first on the cheek, and then a gentle kiss on the lips. She walked back to the library to get her clothes. She was back in a moment, with two cups of coffee.

"Bruce, I would like to talk about this" was how she started. I just looked at her. "I don't want to hurt either Kelly or Tom, but you are bringing out something in me, a need that you are filling. I can't force you to do this again, but I would like you to. I would like this to be a regular thing, so that I don't go back to being the old me." I sipped my coffee. Susan continued, "Tom and I tried this one night after you and I did, well, it wasn't the same. I knew he couldn't bring himself to really hit me, to give me the release I need. I need the roughness, the release, the surrender of it. You bring that to me."

I kept quiet, letting her talk. "And I have found that I am not the only one who needs this. My family benefits from this, as I am much more loving and stable. I do not want to keep secrets from Tom, and I am going to tell him about what happened – in it's entirety." She paused. I felt my world start to crumble. I didn't want to lose Kelly, I truly did love her. But I had underestimated how much Susan had thought this through. 

"Kelly and I have been getting together quite a bit over the last few months, doing girl things" Susan went on "and I have been able to talk to her about almost anything. She and I have talked about sex, including rough sex. She also admitted that she wished you could be more forceful at times with her." I made a mental note, right then and there. If my prim and proper wife thought the idea of me being more forceful was a good one, just wait until the next time she acted up a little. I would be testing that theory. 

Susan continued "I am telling Tom about this soon, when the time is right. I will let you know after I have told him. I will suggest you talk to Kelly about this as well. Then the four of us can sit and discuss this." I was floored. Susan thought, no, she was assuming, that I was going not only to tell my wife, but also to have her in a discussion on this?




Bruce's Journey



"Susan, I am not sure about this – not sure at all. I mean yes, this was a need of yours, and yes, things got a little out of hand today, but still, I am not sure telling them is a good idea." I was getting jumpy, and she could tell. A smile played across her face. 

"Bruce, I trust you. You have to trust me." We both heard the ding from the washer. Susan got up, left the room, leaving me there with my thoughts. And what thoughts they were. What a jumbled mess I had created. It was like I was racing in a car I couldn't control, events spinning. I didn't like this, not one little bit.

Susan walked back into the room "Penny for your thoughts." I wasn't sure what I was thinking, and she wanted to know. Oh boy. My pants couldn't dry fast enough. I wanted out of there – and I wanted out now. Susan continued her talking. "What if I told you Kelly already knew about this – would that make a difference?" I just looked at her, blankly. "I mean come on, did she ask where you were going today? Did she?" I just looked at Susan. "I told her I needed to borrow you today for some assistance, and I did." I was so dead. I didn't know if she was telling the truth or not. 

Her next statement clinched it. "Kelly told me how much you enjoy oral sex, and how much she has a problem swallowing, so to say. She said she wished she could, but the idea, well, makes her want to "puke her guts right out of her head." I have heard those exact words before, right from Kelly. Susan went on "I told her I actually enjoy it, and she told me anytime I want, feel free. Would take the pressure off her. Why do you think I did it today?" 

I was in shock. I had been set up. By my own wife. I didn't know what to say, I just didn't. Kelly had often kidded if she could find someone to do that for me, she wouldn't have to. She didn't mind the idea of oral sex, just couldn't complete it. I didn't know if this had been planned by them both or not. I looked at Susan, questions in my eyes. "No silly" she laughed, "She has no idea."

Susan continued "And I have given this much thought – I would like to have a regular appointment every two weeks with you, just to make sure the old ugly Susan doesn't rear her head again like she did." I just sat there. Feelings of both fear and lust were running through me. I could have Susan Taylor Klingem naked, over my knee, every two weeks, and get a great blowjob as well. The problem was, she wanted to tell the spouses, and I wasn't sure that was a good idea.

As I sat there numb, in a shocky state, the dryer buzzed. I was able to get my pants on, and was headed for the door. Susan linked her arm in mine as we walked to the car, kissing me on the cheek. "Thanks" she said. "See you in two weeks."

I called Linda and told her I wasn't going to be in for a while. I headed home and grabbed a quick shower; thankful no one was there. I needed time to think, time to decide the next step I should take. 

The days flew by, and no call from either Susan, telling me she told Tom, or from Tom canceling the business. We were at the country club (as guests of Tom), when Susan pulled me aside, claiming "business." She reminded me that our next "meeting" was the following Monday at 10:00 AM, and she "really needed to make sure it happens." Susan looked up at me and smiled slightly as I voiced my confirmation.

Right at 10:00 AM Monday I rang the doorbell at the Klingem house. I liked the idea of being very punctual, as I thought it would add to the suspense for Susan. When the door opened, I almost went into shock. There, standing in front of me smiling, stood Tom. "Bruce" he exclaimed "So good to see you. Come in, come in." I tried to paste a believable smile on my face as I shook his hand and walked in. "Susan told me this morning you were coming over for a meeting, and am I glad you are here. She told me she has things to go over with you. I told her I could stay, but she reminded me that Leelee has her riding this morning. We have to run – see you!" With that Tom turned and called up the stairs "Susan, Bruce is here!" 

She called back "Send him to the library!" 

Then he called out "Leelee, meet me at the car – we have to go!" With a wave, Tom headed for the garage.

I know I felt a little pale, and was a little shaky as I walked into the library. Without thinking, I walked over to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water.  Looking out the window, I took a long drink as I watched Tom drive away.

"Making yourself at home I see" Susan teased as she walked into the room. I will say something for the lady; she knows how to make an entrance. As I turned, I could see that she stood there naked, smiling at me. When she saw my face, she laughed and said, "I thought I could shave a few minutes off the time, as not to keep you". 

She took me by the hand and led me over to the loveseat. I saw that she had a large towel strategically placed over the arm of the chair, and relaxed a touch. Susan looked at me. "Bruce, you better remove your pants – we may not have enough time today to wash them afterwards." In theory, she was right. I know the last time things got soaked, even through the towel. 

An idea jumped into my head, I wanted to see if she was ready. "Undress Me," I stated. Susan looked at me with surprise in her eyes, then a mischievous smile crossed her face. "Yes Sir." She moved to me, and undid my belt all in one movement. My shirt she unbuttoned and placed on a chair, my pants she removed and folded them over the back of a different chair. 

I stood there in my underwear, already becoming aroused. "I suppose those should go as well" Susan said "Wouldn't want them to get wet now would we?" The smile on her face and the gleam in her eyes told me she was enjoying herself very much. 

Now I have to admit, the idea of being naked with her was appealing, dangerous, erotic. As she removed the remaining clothes, my arousal was evident. Susan looked and smiled.

I sat down, Susan promptly laid across my lap. "Spank me Bruce, please spank me" was all she said. Basically that was all she needed to say. I went right to it, bring my hand down over and over and over again until I was satisfied.  She was getting a good spanking. I could tell Susan was enjoying it, as she was squirming all over. I felt her juices running over my leg, could hear her panting. I knew her orgasm was getting close, and increased the speed and intensity of the slaps. I felt her orgasm before I saw it, as a large amount of fluids ran down my leg. Susan shuddered intently and went limp.

After a few moments of my rubbing her back, she abruptly stood up. I was so erect it was almost painful, as the thought of Susan having an orgasm from just being spanked really excited me. I expected her to drop down and take me in her mouth. Instead, she sat on my lap, head on my should and started to cry. Susan cried hard for a couple on minutes while I sat there holding her.  I felt her body pressed into mine, could smell her hair. I could feel the heat radiating from her. Her body shook as she cried, big racking sobs. I was getting a little worried, and my arousal was gone. 

Without looking up, Susan started to speak around the tears. She told me of a time, not long ago, when she had deliberately gone out of her way to humiliate and hurt a person she had contact with. I didn't really understand all she was trying to say, as she was still crying softly. I did understand how badly she had hurt this person, and now how sorry she felt.

I held her as she calmed down, brushing the hair back from her eyes and wiping her tears with my hands. She rested there, seemingly content to be held. I almost felt like a father does after disciplining a child, except I knew this was a grown woman sitting naked on my lap. Just that thought was enough to produce a twitch in my groin, one that didn't go unnoticed by Susan.

"I need to take care of my part of the agreement," Susan said as she stood up. Now I wasn't comfortable with this. Five minutes ago she was crying and telling me how she had hurt someone intentionally, now she wanted to go down on me. Talk about strange. She knelt between my legs. I could feel her hot breath on my skin. I would like to be able to tell you that I said no and pushed her away. I would like to, except that isn't what happened. Just the feel of her hot breath made me excited again. 

Susan took me into her mouth. This was much different than it was the last time, this was soft and slow. Given my previous state of excitement, I knew this wouldn't take much before I was done. Over and over she took me to the peak, stopping just before I went over. I was starting to get overloaded. The she took me to the peak, and took me over. Wave after wave of pleasure raced through me as Susan held me deep in her mouth.

I slumped back into the sofa, spent. Susan looked up from the floor and smiled. "You need to go clean up and get dressed. Tom will be here in about 10 minutes, and I haven't told him yet. I don't think this would be a good way for him to find out, do you?"

I walked to the bath, washed up. I did notice that a towel and things were laid out, so I made the assumption that Susan had planned part of this out. I dressed quickly, and Susan pulled me intro the kitchen. She sat us at the table, with coffee in cups in front of us. She began to speak. Her words came in a rush.

"I don't know what happened, and I am sorry I cried. I know that wasn't terribly exciting for you, and I appreciate what you did." I just looked at her, allowing her time to go on. "I feel so bad about all I have done to people. I am so glad I have you now. But I do feel a little guilty. Not that I think we are doing something wrong, just that I would like to have Tom here. I want him to see and hear what happens. I feel like I am holding back from him now, and I don't want to." 

Susan looked into my eyes, holding her gaze. "Tell me Bruce, tell me what to do." And she went silent, waiting for the answer. I was on the spot, and had no idea what to say. It was time to stall, to get more time to think. The answer came to me in a flash, one that I knew I could get her to do. I knew I would need a few minutes to think this through, because it seemed like the perfect answer.

I started talking, explaining to Susan what we were going to do. When I was done, she looked up at me and said, "You think this will work? You really do?" I told her I thought it would, that I would gauge it as it happened, and felt that if it wasn't going well, I would make it stop. But somehow, I just knew this would work. It had to go just right, or it would be very, very bad. There is something to be said for confidence. I just wish I felt it.

Susan called and made arrangements with Kelly for Friday night, for an adult only get together for dinner at the club. We arranged a sitter, and on Friday at 6 were to be at the club waiting. 

Friday afternoon Susan called Kelly, and suggested we meet over there first for a drink then we could go on to the club. Just before 6:00 Kelly rang the doorbell, and the plan was in motion. I was excited and scared all at the same time.

Bruce let us in, apologizing for Susan not being quite ready. We went into the kitchen to wait and have a drink. Kelly looked around and asked about Leelee. Bruce told us she was spending the night at her Grandmothers as a treat. I don't think he realized that if my plan went well, he would be getting a treat.

Susan danced into the kitchen, all smiles and radiating. I knew she was excited, and I see she was slightly nervous. I guess you gain insight on people when you have them over your knee. "Change of plans" Susan announced. "I don't feel like going to the club, let's just eat here." 

"Susan" Tom spoke sharply. "Don't you think you should at least consult with people first, since we did invite Kelly and Bruce to go..." Susan cut him right off. "Why I didn't think they would mind, and after all, I don't want to go." Poor Tom. He looked stunned at this outburst. He couldn't believe his wife was being such a bitch in front of us.  

Kelly immediately jumped into this, just like I knew she would. "Hey guys, its no big deal. We didn't just come over to go to the club, we came to be with you. I would be just as happy staying here and ordering a pizza or something."

"I don't want pizza," Susan said. "I want steak. Tom, why don't you and Bruce run down to the store and get some steaks for dinner. And get some fresh salad, and bread, and get some dessert too. Is that OK with you Kelly?" When Kelly just dumbly nodded her consent, Susan looked at Tom, then dismissed him with a wave of her hand. "Go" she commanded. I could see Tom was mad, very mad. "Bruce" Susan said in a false sugary voice "Would you go along and make sure Tom gets what he needs? Us girls will get the place ready while you are gone." Tom looked at me, and I could see the anger right below the surface. This couldn't have gone any better. The plan was working. 

We rode in silence for a few minutes, then Tom said, "Bruce, I am so sorry about what happened back there. I had no idea she was in a mood like that." 

"That's OK Tom" I replied. 

"No it isn't."  

"Well, she was being a spoiled brat. Almost like a kid that needs a spanking." There. It was out. Now to see if he took the bait. 

Tom jumped on that quickly. "If only" he said. "I could never do it, I would be afraid to hurt her or she would have me arrested or divorce me. And who would I find......." Tom looked at me. I stayed quiet, because if I had guessed right, he would do the talking for me, then spend the rest of the trip convincing me to do it.

"Bruce, this is a crazy idea, but it just might work. Why don't you do it for me?" Perfect. Absolutely perfect. This plan of mine was really working. I protested. 

"What makes you think she won't have me arrested and thrown in jail?" 

"Easy. I just won't let her. I'll tell her that it is all her fault, and she....Wait! I've got it! I'll film it and tell her if she tries to go to the police, I'll show it to them as proof. She would NEVER want anyone to see her humiliated like that!"

"Oh great Tom. Then she would even have proof. Do not pass go – do not collect $200 – go direct to jail and in a cell with a guy named Bubba who has a crush on you. Thanks, but no thanks. I don't like the idea of being someone's bitch."

We pulled in to the grocery store, and I thought that wouldn't be the end of it. We went in, picked up everything Susan had said, and Tom made sure he got a gooey chocolate dessert, as that was Susan's favorite. We got back into the car.

"I know how to make this work" Tom was talking slowly and with great effort. "She needs to learn she can't treat people that way. Susan has one major flaw. She doesn't like to be challenged. I already knew that. And I had been counting on the fact Tom knew it too. "When we get back, let's stay away from her a bit. If she behaves, we won't need to do this. But if she is still being a bitch, call her on it and then tell her she needs a spanking. If I know her, she will challenge you to do it. I'll make sure I have the camera rolling, so she can't complain you beat her."  This was too perfect. Susan and I had discussed this as a strong possibility, and now it was playing out as I hoped.

We got back with the food, and found the girls in the kitchen drinking and laughing. As soon as Susan saw Tom, her demeanor changed. She went right back into that demanding bratty thing she was doing, badgering him about getting the steaks done because she was hungry, getting her drink refilled, and so on. Kelly and I stood there uncomfortably and watched Tom get abused. I kinda felt sorry for the guy, he just couldn't win, and he didn't know it.

Dinner was very quiet, with Kelly trying to keep the conversation going. I give her credit, as she was giving it her all, but it wasn't working. It wasn't going to work. I knew it, and Susan knew it. In a way, I felt bad to be deceiving them, even for this time.

Right after dinner, Susan got up, walked away from the table and said to Kelly "Come on, let's go get our suits on and soak in the hot tub while Tom cleans up." Kelly gave me a look, got up and followed her. Tom was seething. 

He looked at me and said, "Do it. Teach her a lesson." All things considered, he was really calm, but I could see he was pissed. She had treated him like a servant, and I could tell it had worked. Susan had told me she really knew how to push his buttons, and boy was she right.

The girls walked back into the room, Kelly in her usual one piece, and Susan in a fairly revealing bikini. "We'll have our dessert in the Jacuzzi" Susan informed Tom. "By the way, what did you get?" Tom pointed to the dessert on the counter. Susan took one look, and said to him "Good God Tom, I said dessert not some chocolate monstrosity. Trying to make me fat?"

Tom turned red. I knew now was the time. "Susan, I have no idea what is wrong between you two tonight, but really, you need to get off him. You have been acting like a spoiled brat since we arrived, and frankly, if my child behaved like you have I would spank them!"

The words hung in the air. Kelly had an unreal look on her face, Tom smirked, Susan stood there with her jaw dropped open. She walked right up to me. "Is that so? Well, isn't that just something – I need a spanking. And from who? Tom? He knows better than to ever lay a hand on me like that. As for you? You think you are man enough?" Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Tom activate the camera. I looked right at Susan. 

"Right, Susan. As soon as I touch you, you would have me arrested. And I am not going to jail over you." 

The "game" was going well. Everything seemed to be falling right into place. Susan played her part perfectly, glaring at me and saying "Oh, I won't say a word, if you are man enough. But frankly I don't think you are man enough." I glanced at Tom, who just nodded his head. Kelly looked like she was in shock.

I grabbed her wrist and pulled/dragged her to the couch. I sat down and flipped her right into my lap. Susan was struggling in earnest, but not quite as hard as she could. She was putting on a good show, and it was working. SMACK! I landed the first slap to her ass. SLAP SLAP SLAP! Susan was struggling, only not much now at all. Kelly looked aghast; Tom had the camera up, smiling while filming. I grabbed the edge of her suit, and yanked it right down. Her naked skin was already pink from the first slaps, and I really went to work. After about 20 or so, Susan was no longer showing any kind of struggle and was grinding into my leg and crying a little. 

"Bruce STOP!" Kelly was yelling. "You're hurting her!"

I looked up at Kelly. I could see that while she was saying stop, she was amazed by what was going on. Her nipples were clearly visible through her suit, her face flushed and her breathing ragged. Tom was smiling behind the camera, and I could see the erection in his pants. Susan was still grinding my leg, even with the stoppage. 

I stoked Susan's reddened skin. "Am I hurting you?" 

"NO!" she spat back. 

"Have you learned your lesson yet? Are you going to apologize to Tom?"  

Susan started to struggle. "NEVER!" 

"Then maybe you need more convincing." I went back to spanking Susan, harder and in the "right" places to get her to orgasm. It didn't take long, and Susan was coming all over my leg, just like I knew she would. She went limp, and I stopped. Tears were running down her face. "Had enough?" I asked. 

She replied very softly "yes". 

"Going to apologize to Tom"? 

"yes" 

I looked over at Tom. He was still filming and obviously very aroused by what he had witnessed. A glance at Kelly, and I could see she was very aroused as well. I know my wife. And I could see she was turned on, probably the most turned on she had been in a long time.