Last week for Wicked Wednesday, I wrote a short story about Nina and Ike. The last paragraph, the last sentence, sparked interest in wanting to know what happened after five minutes.
“I love you, Nina, no matter what, because I only want to do what is best for you. Whether I spank you or not, our marriage will be strong. Five minutes, Nina, but no more second thoughts.”
This week for Wicked Wednesday, here is one possible version of what happened next.
After Ike went up to their bedroom, Nina couldn’t sit back down, but paced as the minute hand swept inexorably towards the deadline. She felt like a daisy, petals plucked while chanting, ‘spank me, spank me not’. One foot after the other, hand on the railing, Nina drifted up the risers, carpet deadening her steps. The world narrowed to a tightly focused point that led to the end of the hall.
“Four minutes and fifty seconds. You are cutting it close.”
Nina opened her mouth, then snapped it shut. She shivered and gripped her elbows tight to her chest, even though the room was comfortably warm. She stared down at the patterned throw rug, her open-toed sandal crumpling the weave into peaks and troughs. When she felt Ike place his hands on her shoulders and squeeze, a heavy throb began to beat between her thighs.
“I’m going to sit on the side of the bed, Nina. You will remove your leggings, and your top, but leave your bra and panties on… for now. Is that clear?”
The beat picked up speed. A cold wash tingled all over her body and her head shook as her muscles contracted. She watched impassively as her fingers wrapped the edge of her shirt and drew the garment up and over her torso. Long hair caught the neck-hole, a quick flick and she dropped her top. Thumbs nestled under hipbones and rolled the spandex band down. Her waist dipped, right knee came up, sandal kicked off, each leg pulled clear past heel one at a time.
“Over my lap, Nina, bottom up.”
Time slowed. She fancied she could see each second pass by as Ike’s voice deepened and drew out into elongated syllables. She climbed on the bed and crawled over his denim covered thighs. She started as his right hand touched her nape.
“Relax, Nina, I’m going to rub your back first.”
Oh so familiar hands kneaded tense shoulders and stroked in sweeping motions down to her waist. Her racing pulse eased and her breath steadied. Nina even purred when Ike undid her bra strap, then fondled each breast by cupping underneath to tweak the nipples. She finally settled down and relaxed when his hand ran from ankles to apex. She sighed when his fingers straightened her panties and his palm smoothed out the creases.
Right then, a strange feeling came over her as his broad hand rested on her upturned crowns. She felt safe and cherished.
“Five minutes, Nina.”