After being such a good girl while I set her ass on fire and then orgasming so pretty for Me, I decided to write a new story and pattern it after her own little minx of a personality. Mellie is written with her in mind and this new story is dedicated to Frenchie!
Copyright 2010 by Kytherea
Laird and Mellie
by Kytherea
Copyright 2010 by Kytherea
Laird and Mellie
by Kytherea
She watched her husband walk around amongst the boxes in their new house. She’d wanted it for so long, a home. Her home. A home where she could paint a wall pink if she had a grey couch and not worry about having to paint it back white when she moved out so she could get her deposit back. A home where an improvement she wanted would benefit her and not someone else’s investment.
She walked to the pretty French doors overlooking an overgrown garden where she had big plans to change to her own eclectic brand of hodge-podge gardening. In the background she heard him connect the Ihome and the soft click of his Ipod sliding onto the player. Then she cringed as the disgusting sound of what she called “gay bar” dance music leapt into the air assaulting her ears. The irony of his misplaced adoration of this poor excuse for music was that he didn’t dance. Not at all. Not ever. He was the only person she knew that could listen to “twist and shout” without even tapping his foot. No amount of begging, pleading, sulking or pouting could get him on the dance floor. Just a firm no and later as she began to really irritate him, a threat of, “that’s enough or else.” She would then stomp off and look for the cutest, flirtiest sweet young boy she could find and dance with him, only to find him watching her with a humorous smile spread across his face. She would flush with furious irritation and dance with abandon to shake it off. She had often paid for this little under the counter temper tantrum later under his merciless yet talented hands, fingers and other bits.
She felt that tingly feeling at the back of her neck when she knew she was being accessed from behind. With a playful twinkle in her eye, and not even the slightest indication she knew he was watching her, she absently ran both hands over her ass, knowing that would spring a bulge in those sexy jeans he was wearing. Serves him right for ogling her without any recompense for her, she thought to herself.
As she expected, that very hard member pressed up against the ass she had just caressed and his lips pressed to her ear whispering, “you little slut, you did that on purpose didn’t you?” She suppressed a giggle, decrying his accusation adamantly but giving her ass a little wiggle, snugging his cock into the luscious split.
At that moment as his hands were deliciously exploring her curves, the doorbell rang and soft curses were whispered simultaneously as they disengaged and headed for the door. As she neared the door, she was halted when a hand wrapped firmly around her ponytail bringing her to an abrupt and screeching halt. “Where do you think you are going little slut? You are NOT answering the door dressed or should I say, “undressed” as you are.” He lightly slapped her ass, turning her towards their bedroom. “Go find some real clothes to put on and then join us in the living room. Alan is here to see the house and talk to me about the new deal we are working on.” He turned and walked toward the door, with not a second thought that she wouldn’t do as he said.
What difference did it make what she was wearing? Alan had once been her roommate and there was precious little of her that he hadn’t already seen. She didn’t see why she had to sacrifice her own comfort and style just because someone came to her own home. For a moment she thought about just quietly walking up behind him as he opened the door but then, memories of moments last week, spent sprawled over his lap flitted through her memory. She ditched that idea and stuck her tongue out at his back and slipped into the bedroom with a bit of a flush in her cheeks, both on her face and fanny from the memory.
Laird turned and walked to the front door with a smile on his face. He knew Mellie was standing there thinking about defying him. He didn’t really care which road she took. If she decided to show up at the door in her disheveled state, Alan, his friend/boss would have a treat for the day and he would have the pleasure of teaching her a lesson later. If she dressed properly and showed up like the sweet little well behaved wife, well, that was OK too. Either way, it was a win win for him.
He opened the door with a big smile, glad to see his friend. “Alan! Come on in, I’m glad you made it. I’m dying to show you the house. After all, you helped me afford it!” He reached out, throwing an arm around Alan’s big shoulders and ushered him into the house. “Come on in, Mellie will be with us in a minute, she’s just throwing on some clothes, getting decent. Or as decent as she gets.” He laughed as he winked at Alan who knew perfectly well what Laird meant since he was the one that introduced them and knew Mellie well..
Alan laughed as he clapped Laird on the back saying, “well this should be interesting. Did you demand she change clothes? No telling what she will show up in now!”
Both men headed into the living room as Mellie emerged from the bedroom wearing a tiny scrap of a wife beater t-shirt and tight yoga pants that hugged her like a second skin. Her expression was a smirk that said, “these are clothes aren’t they?”
Alan laughed out loud as Laird’s face clouded over at being outsmarted. Still chuckling at his friends cloudy expression, he headed for Mellie, swinging her into a hug against his big 6’4” frame. “Mellie you little minx, how are you doing now that you have the keys to the manor?”
Mellie laughed and hugged her old friend tightly as she giggled and managed her best imitation of a cockney accent, “Ah’m right proud of it, ah am!”
Laird managed to unclench his teeth and offer Alan a beer from the new bar he was so proud of. The two of them settled down at the table to talk about that new deal and Mellie decided to wander outside and take another look at the garden.
As she looked at it, she noticed her friend walking through the back fence. She waved and met her halfway. “Angie! I’ve missed you.”
Angie gave her friend a hug and said, “I came over to get you. Now that you are a neighbor you have to come on over and see my new garden. Besides, the family is all there and Rhett always loves to see you.!”
Mellie gave her friend a warning stare, “Rhett and I are over Angie so stop trying to cause trouble.” Mellie thought about it. She really would like to see her friends garden. Plus, Laird couldn’t really complain. She should be polite, Alan was Angie’s husband and he helped them find this house. She looked over her shoulder to see Alan and Laird studying something on the table. She grabbed her phone, and turned it off with a giggle as she whispered to herself, “Oh Honey was my phone off? I must have forgotten to turn it back on when we got off the plane.”
The two women went through the back gate and Mellie oo’d and ahh’d over Angie’s pretty garden. As they walked under the pretty arbor covered with grape vines, Mellie spotted a pretty little garden bench and grinned at Angie, eyes twinkling, “I bet I know what that is for and I bet you are very familiar with each blade of grass on the ground there.”
Angie scowled at Mellie retorting, “if ANYONE has studied the ground while spending hours over someones lap it’s you Mellie!”
Mellie laughed and hugged her friend, stiffening as she noticed Angie’s brother and her ex-flame Rhett leaning up against the Arbor. “Both of you little brats can probably tell me how many blades of grass there are since you have both spent so much time studying it up close and personal.”
Mellie still got goosebumps when she saw Rhett and she remembered his heavy hand on her ass but that was over long ago and she was married to Laird now thank goodness. Thinking of Laird reminded her how long she’d been gone but when she spoke of going home, Rhett wouldn’t hear of it, insisting she stay for lunch. They were having Angie's delicious hot roast beef sandwiches and Mellie was caught up in the good food, the wine and the conversation.
When Rhett reached over to pat her hand, the awkwardness of the moment reminded her again that it was probably time to get home. Then she thought, oh, but Laird would call if he needed her and said as much to Rhett.
“Oh come on Mellie, Laird is busy with his nose in the books with Alan, If he needed you he would have called by now” said Rhett cajolingly.
“OH My God,” she exclaimed, remembering her stupid idea to turn off the phone. “I totally forgot I turned off my phone.” She turned it back on only to see Laird had been calling for the last hour. There were even some calls from Alan.
Realizing she had to get home right away, she excused herself and walked to the door. Rhett walked with her and drawled in his low sexy voice, “I guess you know what would would happen if you left your phone off when you were with me? Don’t you Mellie?”
Mellie’s pretty eyes flashed angrily at him, “Well, I’m not with you now am I Rhett?” She tossed her hair and spun on her heel to hurry home but she heard his low amused chuckle as she hurried back through the gate..
Mellie tried to slip back in the French doors quietly but the squeak of the old door brought Laird rushing into the den from the front room. Mellie could tell from his facial expression and worried eyes that he was in a state of anxiety. That state changed to cool appraisal as he watched her come into the dining room.
“Where have you been Mellie, Why didn’t you answer your phone? That is why you have a cell phone you know, so you can call people!”
“I’m so sorry Laird, I didn’t realize my phone was off. I never turned it back on when we got off the plane. We were looking at the garden and then we all had lunch. Time just slipped away.”
Laird’s eyed her warily, saying, “ who is all of us Mellie?”
Mellie cringed, she meant to leave Rhett out of this conversation. There was no love lost between Laird and Rhett. “Well, Angie was there and umm, Rhett was there and...”, her voice trailed off as she looked down at her feet.
Laird’s eyes widened as he looked at her outfit and snapped at her, “You went to Angie's looking like THAT, and had lunch with Rhett? I see you didn’t you give a moments thought to lunch for Alan and I. We were waiting for you. Didn’t want to eat without you. Then we were worried, not knowing where you were!“ he scolded.
“Where is Alan anyway”, she pouted, “he should have told me that Rhett was in town?”
Just then the door opened and Alan walked in calling out, “Laird,I drove all around and didn’t see her.” He walked in to see the recalcitrant Mellie looking miserable and scowled at her, “Mellie, where were you and since when do I have to tell you who my house guests are?”
Laird smiled coolly, never taking his eyes off his naughty wife, “Well Alan, She was at your house down the street chatting and having lunch with your pretty little wife and her brother.”, Laird drawled. “You know the one, that brother of Angie's that is Mellie’s ex-boyfriend?"
He picked up one of his shirts from on top of a box earmarked for the bedroom and threw it to her. “Put that on, you might as well be covered up while I decide what to do with you.”
Shaking his head, Alan took his shirt off. Leaving himself in a t-shirt and handed it to Laird, “no use this, it’s longer and covers more.”
Mellie, scowled at Laird and laid down the shirt he practically threw in her face and took the shirt from Alan’s hand giving him a nasty look as she slipped it on. She didn’t really understand what was wrong with her own tank top. Well, ok, her breasts were practically hanging out of it but she had that under control. It wasn’t her first trip around the block.
Mellie’s face blanched when saw Laird grab one of the chairs from the table and drag it to the middle of the floor. Obviously he had decided what ‘he wanted to do with her.”
Laird looked straight in her eyes. A flight of thousands of butterflies exploded in flight in her tummy as she heard him say, “Come here Mellie!”
“NO Laird ,” she pleaded, “Not in front of Alan.”
Alan just scowled and said, “Oh don’t worry about that you little brat.. I'm next in line. One, I’m starving, while you on the other hand have enjoyed a nice lunch. Two, because my business partner was so worried about his little wife’s disappearance, I had to put business aside and go LOOK for you. So, today, after Laird is finished with you, we are going to revisit what it feels like to feel MY hand stinging your cute little ass once again.”
She looked a Laird who did not say a word but crooked his finger and said, “come here right now!”
She moved leaden feet, inching toward him slowly but Alan gave her a little shove putting her in grabbing distance.
Laird said, “bend over my lap” when she didn’t move fast enough his hand shot out and pulled her roughly down over his knee. The momentum pushed her forward forcing her hands to the floor to keep her from falling forward. Her face flushed furiously to think that Alan was watching since she could see his feet crossed in front of her as he leaned against the bar watching her.
Laird’s voice dropped low as he commanded, “reach down and pull down your pants. and next time I ask you to put on something decent, I’m thinking you are going to remember that these are not the ones I mean.”
She closed her eyes tightly. Her face hot and her tummy tingling with that delicious fear. If she pulled them down herself, it was an admission of wrongdoing. It was saying that she knew she was naughty and deserved what was about to happen. It would certainly increase the number of swats he would give her. But if she didn’t he might switch from his hand to that damned kitchen wooden spatula.
She pulled one hand from the floor, balancing her body with her other hand. Laird was not helping to hold her on. She knew if she slipped off his lap, the punishment would take on a new and much more sinister scenario. She hooked her finger in the waist band of the tight soft yoga pants and slowly pushed, all the while cursing under her breath. Why hadn’t she turned on that damned phone? She was thankful for Alan's shirt as it covered her ass.
Laird smiled sardonically at her. "Oh, I'll take care of that." he said as he slowly and methodically folded the shirttail up until her ass was framed by the shirt on top and her tight pants working like a rubber band to push her ass-cheeks up. The sight of it stirred up a heat he had to push down so he could finish what he started.
She felt cool air slide across her bare ass with each fold of the shirt wishing all of a sudden that she’d worn panties. With Alan there, Laird might have let her keep them on during the spanking that was certainly heading her way. The nerve endings on her ass were standing on end in anticipation of the stinging blow that was coming. Was this another form of “muscle memory”, like her personal trainer kept preaching at her? She mumbled, “this was Angie’s fault, she didn’t even ask about you either Alan or warn me that Rhett was there!”
She heard Laird snort at the sight of her bare ass and she peeked through her lashes in time to see Alan roll his eyes, having already guessed that she was bare under the soft, form fitting pants. She saw him give a nod to Laird, who seemed frozen for a moment at the sight of her luscious ass. That nod seemed to nudge Laird from his 'moment', as his hand landed smartly in the middle of her right cheek. Her right hand flew all on it’s own to grab that butt cheek accompanied by a yowl.
“Move that hand Mellie!,” he snapped at her, as she snatched it back, remembering the penalty for that offense. He began to lecture her has his palm found it’s target time and after time. “You worried me needlessly and we have talked before about your selfish tendency to wander off without thinking of how that affects the people that care for you or for their own comfort.”
As the sting started to build, Mellie began to squirm uncontrollably. Laird’s strong arm around her waist prevented any chance salvation for her already fiery ass.
“Now let’s talk about that phone young lady. Why was it off?”, Laird said with a stern tone.
His hand rested on her hot ass check and her body quivered. Oh dear she thought, why is he asking me that? She whimpered, “I turned it off when the plane took off yesterday. I forgot to turn it back on!”
He smiled. “Ah, but you see, little fibber, I turned it back on last night and charged it for you darling. It was on and you knew it was on. So, now you add fibbing to your list of crimes and I do believe we have spoken of that before. Haven’t we?” The last two words were emphasized with solid slaps, one to each cheek.
Mellie’s heart dropped. She was busted. She’s never thought of how her phone had come on or that it hadn’t been she who had turned it on.
He began a slow rhythm from cheek to cheek and with each moment the sting increased and she began to squirm again on his lap.
Along with the squirming came an understanding and she began to apologize profusely. “OK, OK, I turned it off! I admit it Laird! Stop, this hurts like fuck!” When that didn’t work, the pleading began in earnest,, “Please, please Laird, I’m so sorry and I promise to think before I’m so naughty, selfish and rude.”
He stopped, and while looking down at her said, “right then, I’ll hand you over to Adam now. He’s the one that will be working until midnight and hungry too since you have robbed him of lunch while out looking for you and now we will be working lat as well.”
She sniffled as he helped her off his lap and pushed her toward Adam who looked at her with a blank face speaking softly, “well Mellie, I’d thought you and I were done with these moments since Laird has taken you to him. But I guess some things never change.” He moved over to the desk, clearing a space just wide enough for her small frame and patted it. “You know what to do, bend over the desk.”
She moaned miserably having been bent over desks with Adam standing behind her on many occasions, as she wobbled to the desk, her pants still at her knees and her ass burning. Just to add a little flare she lifted her ass as her belly drug across the desktop. She heard his belt buckle jingle and she cried out, “No no, no, Adam, not your belt! It wasn’t as bad as all THAT!”
“Not as bad hmm?, he grumbled as she could hear his tummy rumble, another moan escaping her lips.
He bent to adjust her pants to her ankles and slowly pushed the shirttail up over her ass and then swung the first blow of the belt. She felt the whoosh of air before she felt the sting of the belt as it landed centered across both cheeks.
She remembered the many other instances she had “visited” Alan’s desk at their apartment when they were roommates. He certainly wasn’t out of practice, she thought ruefully, as her fingers gripped the edge of the desk.
He said, “you know the way of it, there will be six smacks little fibbing girl. Three for Laird and three for me. You will have to work out the payment for fibbing later on your own. Personally, I would order a spanking every night for a week. Can’t have a naughty little liar on the prowl. Ready,” he warned and then not waiting for her answer began the set of six.
She yelped as the belt landed for the first of six smacks. “Holy Shit! She exclaimed, “That really hurts Adam!”
He only nodded and swung for the second smack, letting it land in that soft little crease where the ass meets the thigh. She jumped at that one nearly climbing onto the table. “Be still little fibber!, he said. As the next smack hit she was dancing back and forth on her toes. Her pretty ass had just the cutest jiggle and it was so very red.
“I’m sorry Alan, I’m sorry you missed lunch and I’ll stay up and help you tonight. I promise!”, she said as she ground her teeth and danced.
Laird smiled as he watched. His naughty little wife did have a perfect ass and legs that went on for years. What a hot site she was, bent over the table, dancing from foot to foot, with ass cheeks jiggling and pants around her ankles. He and Alan were going to have to finish up that work some other time because as soon as she fed them a late lunch, he had plans for his pretty wife. He waved off as Adam handed him the belt for the last three smacks saying, “No, you go ahead, I’m enjoying the scenery too much right now.”
Mellie cried out, “Alan! I’ll be good I promise.” She yelped again as Alan finished up with the last three smacks with his wide leather belt. The smell of leather was in her nose and the jingling of the buckle were making her pussy tingle and wetness spread down her legs. She was sure both men had noticed by now.
Laird pushed away from the bar, tearing his eyes from the sexy sight of his wife’s perfect red quivering ass and slid the phone across the desk to her as she panted. “Call in the pizza darling. We are hungry. After you make the call, go stand in the corner with your pants down while Alan and I get some work done. We want to be able to see our handiwork so hold the shirt up to your waist. When the pizza gets here, you can put it on the table and then return to the corner and put your nose in it until I decide what to do with you about the little matter of lying to your husband.”
She rose from the desk, reaching for her bottom then jerking her hand back as the stinging tip of the belt popped her fingers.
“Tsk, tsk Mellie,” Alan said, “did you forget the rules already? No rubbing without permission. We don’t want that pretty red to disappear from your ass too soon.”
Mellie scowled at him as she rubbed her finger and began to dial the number of the Pizza restaurant.
Alan stepped back, replacing his belt and then organizing the paperwork on the table. He smiled as he heard a sniffling Mellie order the pizza and then watched as she went to the corner to wait for it to arrive.
Laird had a naughty minx on his hands and Alan was glad it wasn’t him dealing with her anymore. He had enough on his hands with Angie, and speaking of his sweet little wife, he had a feeling that Rhett’s appearance at their house was no coincidence. He had already warned her not to pull any shenanigans to try and cause trouble with Laird and Mellie. He had forbidden her to try and help that scoundrel of a brother of hers get face-time with Mellie. It had been hard work to get Mellie away from Rhett and while that action had gained him a pretty little wife, he’d met Angie while working to get Rhett away from Mellie, he was going to make sure Laird had no problems with Rhett. When he got home, Angie would have a few problems to deal with cooling down her little ass after he got finished with it.
As he looked down to join Laird in working out the details of the deal they were working on, he saw Mellie’s eyes twinkle and a tiny smile turn up the corners of her lips. He slowly shook his head, glad it wasn’t him that would be on the other end of whatever revenge she was planning.
Laird looked at him, “What?”
Alan chuckled and giving Laird a knowing smirk just said, “Oh nothing.” And smiled like the cat that ate the canary. Some things were just better learned by experience.ence.
