An Interlude-spanking fiction M/f

The rain tattooed a steady rhythm on the window next to Corinne's desk in the study of her home. It was an ebony night and her study was dark except for the pool of comfortable work light that her desk lamp provided. Leaning her chin on her hand, she went over the proposal for tomorrow one more time.



It was always so hard for her to let go and just realize she had done the best that was possible. But she was getting much better at it. Joe was helping her learn how to have fun as well as work hard at her very stressful job. And Corinne had to admit Joe was a wonderful teacher. She smiled at the thought of him. Corinne could seldom think about Joe without smiling. She seldom could believe her luck in stepping into his cab almost a year ago.



As though he had read her mind from whatever room he had been in, Joe stood in the doorway of the study, smiling as he watched Corinne work. He leaned against the door jamb with his arms crossed over his chest. As Corinne smiled to herself, Joe caught his breath. He thought her smile was the loveliest part of Corinne's face. Although he had to admit the rest of it was pretty easy on the eyes as well.



Corinne stretched her arms over her head and started to reach over to turn off the light. Enough was enough for tonight, besides she wanted to know what Joe was up to. As her hand reached out a large warm hand covered hers. She looked up into the face she loved more than any in the world. Without any words she stood up, wearing only one of Joe's old shirts, and put her arms around his neck and her head on his shoulder. He could inhale the scent of her skin and hair. He kissed her neck and laid his head gently on top of her hair. They stood silently for several moments lost in each other and listening to the rain.

Lifting her chin with his finger he smiled down, "Well young lady, I think it is past your bedtime."

She looked up suspiciously but also with a tiny smile, "Oh no, none of that young lady talk, I have done nothing wrong. In fact I have been a model citizen."

Joe laughed out loud, the laugh she loved to hear. He hugged her to him. "No you are absolutely right, but I love calling you young lady, and I do know you love hearing it."

With a blush on her face Corinne buried her face in Joe's broad chest. She loved the scent of him and the warm closeness that always made her feel cherished and protected. He reached down with one arm and lifted her legs, cradling her shoulders with his other arm. Corinne could feel herself practically purring. As Joe carried her into the bedroom he kissed her passionately. He hugged her to him and then eased her gently down to the bed. The light in the room was dim but he could see her eyes practically smoldering. They locked gazes on each other as Joe stripped off his shirt. He lay down next to Corinne and they kissed everywhere they could reach. He held her face in his hands and whispered, "I love you baby, I love you so." He then began unbuttoning the oversize shirt she was wearing and noticed there was nothing underneath. His grin turned very wicked, "Well now aren't you a naughty girl, with no panties on."

Corinne giggled, a sound Joe loved since it reminded him so much of the day they met and the giggle he heard in the back seat of his cab. His expression turned to mock sternness as he looked down at her. "Well we certainly know how to take care of naughty young ladies." Joe sat down next to her on the bed. He put Corinne face down over his lap and started rubbing her bare bottom very gently. She sighed and pillowed her face on her hands. He whispered,"Who's girl are you love?"

And her answer was soft and silky in his ear, "I am yours Joe, all yours." She loved telling him that even if the part of her brain that was all feminist groaned whenever she said it. And she wanted what came next. They had not had much quality time together lately, both of their schedules were impossibly full.

Joe's response to Corinne was predictable but still excited her tremendously. He began rubbing her bottom in ever widening circles. Her bottom raised at his touch which took his breath away. Corinne closed her eyes waiting for what she loved, the part that was so deeply ingrained in both of them. She wasn't disappointed.

The first smack was more of a love tap, followed by a few more. As Joe began rubbing her bottom again, she could not help wiggling her backside in response. As the spanks began again the rhythm began, increasing every five or ten smacks. Soon the intensity grew as well and they began to impart a real sting.

Joe stopped again and began his erotic massage, allowing his hand to slip between Corinne's thighs. She gasped at his touch and her backside rose again begging for more. "Oh God Joe please don't stop." He leaned over and kissed each side of her deep pink cheeks. As if he had planned on stopping.

"No I won't baby, I promise." The spanking began again, with a faster rhythm and sharper spanks. Joe tightened his grip around Corinne's waist. As the spanking increased in intensity Corinne began to intersperse her moans with yelps and ouches. Her feet occasionally drummed against the bed. Joe could see her face and knew she was in a type of ecstasy she often reached during sensual spanking. He began caressing her now crimson derriere. His nails grazed lightly over the very warm skin and he felt a shudder go through her body. His hand massaged down her thighs and back up, where both her bodies response and the dewy moisture signaled that she was loving every moment of it. He spoke softly, "Corinne, sweetheart, are you alright."

Her eyes remained closed as she softly whispered, Oh yes, more than alright." Joe eased her off his lap onto the bed and he lay down beside her. She was still lost to the moment, and he had no intention of taking that away from her until she was ready. Besides, he loved caressing and touching every inch of her body. His voice whispered to her how much he loved her, and how totally incredible she was. A soft smile lit her face but she was not ready to talk, not yet. Several minutes went by as they lay in one another's arms. Once again the rain pelted heavily against the window of the dimly lit bedroom. Joe picked up a bottle of lotion from the nightstand. He began to gently rub it into Corinne's skin. The red had faded to a lovely pink glow.

Corinne's eyes opened and she smiled at Joe as she reached out her arms to him. He gathered her close and as he held her to him, he heard her say softly, "Well now I guess there are times that young lady is not such a bad thing to be called." She snuggled closer and put her arms around Joe, rubbing his back.

He laughed gently, "Well I have to tell you sweetie, that good or naughty, you are always my young lady and no one elses.

Corinne's eyes opened and he saw a naughty gleam in them, then felt her hands at the zipper of his jeans. "Well now love, right at this moment I am not feeling very ladylike, young or not."

As her hands moved over him Joe began to breathe rapidly, "You know what Corinne, I was sort of hoping you weren't. Of course I will have to spank you for that later."

He heard the delicious giggle and then, "Oh sweetheart I am counting on that." She rubbed her bottom momentarily, "Nope not nearly warm enough, you will just have to do a better job later. But for now Joe...."

For now the rain was the only sound other than soft whispers and gentle moans, and the rustling of the sheet and blankets. Corinne thought to herself that she must be the luckiest woman on earth to have found Joe. And of course finding each other on a rainy afternoon made every rainy afternoon or evening very special. In fact her last coherent thought before Joe carried her away with him, was that they had never missed the opportunity for a single rainy day spanking.

And then her mind opened itself only to Joe and the rest of the night.