U is for Urgency

Under the dark winter skies and the flickering glow of gas heaters, Federica’s eyelashes drew long shadows around her sad eyes, akin to proverbial dark circles. An overworked puppet in someone’s cruel game, she fought tooth and nail to stand on her own, and today she failed.

“Do you have a more festive attire?” Arlin pointed at her business suit.

“Do you mean, here?” the woman perked up. “Are you asking me out?”

If they were in a room, her bubbly laughter would bounce off the walls like playful puppies in a dog park. Was it her curly and bouncy hair, or the way she tilted her head when she laughed that made Arlin think of puppies? Or he was just happy to see her smile.

“That will depend on your answer,” Arlin smiled in return.

“Yes, yes, I have a dress,” she clapped her hands. “And no spanking, right?”

“Oh no, my dear. In my world, the spankings are as certain as death and taxes. But who said you cannot have some fun, before or after?”

“I want to have some fun, please and thank you.” Federica put her hands together in a silent prayer.

“Now that I have you on board, let me confirm with the host.” Arlin rolled his eyes at his own social faux pas. He pulled his mobile out of his inside pocket and fired a few texts. “You don’t speak any Eastern-European languages, do you?” He raised his head from the phone to look at Federica.

“God forbid, no. Only English and Italian. And a tiny bit of Spanish because, you know, they have a lot in common. I mean, Spanish and Italian.” She paused. “Are they bratva?”

“I beg your pardon?”

“Russian mafia. Are they, your hosts?”

“Far from that, just being secretive,” Arlin waved. “Wait, how do you know that word?”

“Oh, that’s embarrassing,” she squirmed. “I always read mafia romance on the plane.”

“Pish posh, I read Victorian murder mysteries.” Arlin’s phone blinked. “All set, I will introduce you as Annie, my assistant. Capisce?”

Federica nodded with great vigor.

“You will be turning pages as I play piano. As I play from memory or improvise, you can turn them any time. Whilst sitting next to me, blushing profusely, squirming and shifting on your chair.” Arlin winked at the already blushing Federica.

“Why... why would I be shifting and squirming?” Federica squirmed as she said the words.

“Because you’re getting your first spanking right now, before we go,” Arlin noted so matter-of-factly.

“There is no urgency to spank me now.” Federica protested meekly.

“Oh, there is a great urgency. Don’t they spank their women in the romance novels anymore, to keep them at their best behavior? Chop-chop, I still need to see that dress.”

“I bought it yesterday for the New Year’s party. But I’m not sure if I will get home before New Year’s. Can you please spank me after we come back?”

“I surely can, and I will spank you after we come back. That doesn’t mean I won’t spank you before we go.”

“Unf,” deflated Federica.

“It’s high time to respond with ‘yes sir’.” Arlin switched to his stern voice.

“Yes, sir!”

“We will go to your room.”

“Why my room?” she interrupted. “Don’t you need any uhm... implements?” And she blushed again.

 “Aren’t my hand and my belt good enough?” Amused, Arlin kept teasing flustered Federica.

“Yes, sir, I mean, no, sir. I meant, they are enough, very much enough.”

“What exactly is enough?”

“Your hand and your belt, sir.”

“Good! Don’t interrupt me or you will get acquainted with my belt rather sooner than later. As I was saying, we will go to your room. You will strip naked from the waist down and go over my knee for a sound spanking, then you will bend over the sofa. Do you have a sofa in your room?”

“Yes, sir, I do have a sofa.” Federica shifted in her seat.

 “You will bend over that sofa for a few with the belt, to give you a taste. After that, you will thank me properly, like a good girl, then change into your dress, fix your makeup, and off we go. Any questions?”

Utterly flustered, Federica’s face and her heaving breast told him the entire story: that was the exact scenario she fantasized about.

“Like a good girl? With my mouth?” she whispered.

“Precisely, like Mrs. Santa.” Arlin pressed her hand just below his belt. “Don’t you feel the urgency?”