It's my words

  LEARNING AT SCHOOL
 
                                                                        Part 2
 
 
 
 
Frank got up from his resting place and as he headed to answer the phone noticed the time.
“I’ve been sitting here for over an hour,” he said, amazed.  
Going into the living room he moved faster toward the phone. He always hated just getting there and whoever was calling, hung up.
“Hello,” he spoke.
“Hi Frank, I hope I’m not disturbing you,” the female voice said.
“Becky?”
“Say you’re good.”
Frank was surprised that she was calling him and shocked that she wanted him to join her family for Christmas dinner.
“I asked my parents, after telling them you would be alone,” she spoke. “We don’t like people we know being alone for Christmas.”
“I don’t know what to say,” Frank replied.
“Well, saying yes would be a good start,” she giggled, into his ear.
Frank was getting to love her little giggle. Just a soft sound that seemed to have a touch of innocence to it. It wasn’t hard for Frank to accept her invitation and with a pen and paper, he wrote the address down and the time, four o’clock.  
After hanging up, he smiled. Frank couldn’t believe the direction the holidays were going. How one thing could change everything?
“If my wallet hadn’t fallen out of my jacket,” he whispered. “None of this would be happening now.”
Frank thought about it all. How he started out shopping and grabbing a bite to eat. Seeing Becky and her sisters and being brought over to join them. If that hadn’t happened, then his wallet might not have fallen out. She wouldn’t have come over to return it. Frank felt as if his grandparents were looking down and helping him.
“Grandpa, you don’t have to worry,” he whispered. “I won’t be alone for Christmas, this year.”  
Frank realized that tomorrow was going to be a busy day. It was the last Sunday before Christmas and he had things to do. He still had his parent’s gifts to wrap and take with him tomorrow morning. He knew they would be in a hurry and the gifts would be set aside. After all, they had a plane to catch and he had to drive.
“Funny, I was going to just come back and watch TV,” he said softy. “Now I have something special to do.”
Looking at the clock, Frank felt he had some time to go down to the basement and find those boxes he knew that had been sitting untouched for the last couple of years. So heading down, Frank went to the far corner of the room and after brushing the dust with his hand, started to bring them up. He was glad of the five boxes, only one was really big.  Setting the last of them down in the living room, he stopped to catch his breath.
“One day, I really have to go to a gym,” he rasped, wiping the sweat off his brow.
As Frank expected, when he brought the two bags of gifts into his parents’ home, they thanked him and set the bags aside. His dad handed him a couple of the suitcases and it was back to the car again.
“Well Frank,” his dad said, as the two carried luggage to the trunk. “Still not interested in selling that old house. It really is too big for just you.”
“No, dad,” Frank replied. “I think I’ll keep it.”
“Don’t be foolish, Frank,” his dad reprimanded. “Isn’t it any wonder you’re alone. You make bad decisions.”
“Dad, just drop it.”
“Fine,” he snapped. “I don’t want to start my trip in a rotten mood.”
‘Yeah dad,’ Frank thought. ‘Merry Christmas to you too.’
The drive to the airport was quiet and in a way Frank was glad. It had been bad enough being ridiculed at school, but having his dad still doing it to him, still hurt. He wished he was made of stronger stuff, so that his dad couldn’t get under his skin. But he wasn’t and it upset him. But Frank had learned years ago not to show his tormentors how they hurt him.  
Maybe that was another reason Frank didn’t want to part with the house. It was the one place that he was always happy. Away from the bullies and tormentors at school and his parents never put him down at his grandparents’ house. The house was filled with wonderful memories for him. The smell of an apple pie in the oven that his grandma knew was his favourite. There was always a warm safe feeling for him there.  
After getting the suitcases out of the car, Frank shook hands with his dad saying I hope you enjoy the trip. He wanted to be sarcastic, but it wasn’t in his nature. His mom gave him a light hug and a kiss on the cheek, before handing him the manila envelope. Frank knew what was inside. His Christmas present from his parents.
“Frank,” his mom said, softly. “Maybe if you lost some weight, you’d find a nice girl.”
“Yes, mom,” he answered back.
“Look at your father. That’s what attracted me in the first place.”
“I know mom,” he replied, sadly.
“Well Merry Christmas, Frank,” she said. “We’ll call you when we get back.”
With that his parents headed through the doors of the airport, leaving him behind.  
“Merry Christmas,” he replied, quietly.
Frank tried to put it all behind him as he drove off toward the mall. It was strange the way his mom could always put him down. At least his dad was more direct. Where his mom could do it in a pleasant enough way that it was hard for Frank to guard against it. When he arrived at the mall, Frank wasn’t surprised that the parking lot was already filling up.
‘When things are bad Frankie, think of what makes you happy’. His grandpas’ words spoke in his head.
“Maybe shopping will take my mind off of them,” he said to himself, as he pulled into an empty spot.
Among all the Christmas shoppers, Frank felt himself relax a bit. Making his way through the mall to the stores he was looking for, Frank started his search for gifts. Within the next hour he had bought gifts for Becky and her sisters and was now working on her mother and father.
“Don’t loose your wallet again,” a familiar voice giggled.
“Becky!” he said as he turned.
“Shopping again, I see,” she smiled. “Girlfriend?”
“Don’t have one,” he answered. “So the answer would be no.”
Seeing her standing in front of him helped put his time with his parents away. Dressed casual as she had been yesterday.  Though this time she wore a faded blue Levis shirt that was untucked over her faded jeans.
“Looks like you’ve been shopping as well,” Frank said, noticing the parcels dangling from her hand.
“Yes. Siblings. You got to love them,” she giggled.
“I think you enjoy shopping for them,” he stated. “The three of you seem very close.”
“We’re pretty close,” Becky replied. “Though at this time of year you could call them the snoop sisters.”
“Unlike you, I take it,” Frank smiled.
“I plead the fifth,” she giggled, slightly blushing. “I was just about to have a bite to eat, care to join me. Or are you in a rush.”
“I’d love to join you,” he replied.
Was he mistaken or did Becky’s face just light up when he said yes. Was she happy to see him? To spend time with him?  
‘Probably it’s because she knows me and doesn’t want to eat alone,’ he thought.
Frank knew what it was like eating alone. It was more unsettling in a restaurant or food court, like saying to the world, ‘look at me, I’m alone’. Yes eating alone in a public place always made Frank lonelier then eating alone at home.
As they walked side by side to the escalator Frank listened as Becky talked. She seemed excited at the thought of Christmas being only day’s way. He liked that, though he had spent Christmas alone, he had always enjoyed his Christmas’s. He knew of some that once they became adults, didn’t seem to have that same joy that Becky had.  
“How about Johnny Rockets?” Becky asked, taking him from his thoughts.
“I really should watch what I eat,” he answered sadly.
“Why? Unless you have health problems otherwise I see nothing wrong with you.”
Frank was startled by what she had just said. All the years of his parents telling him to watch his weight or go on a diet, yet this was new to him. This attractive young lady found nothing wrong with him. Almost like she accepted him as he was.
“Okay,” Frank said. “Sounds good to me.”
She smiled up at him her head slightly tilted with an understanding in her eyes, and reached out and took his hand. Frank could feel the warmth of her tender hand in his. How her hand lightly held onto his, as she led the way.
Placing their order, Frank figured Becky would order a salad and diet Coke. So hearing her ask for a cheeseburger, fries and a Coke surprised him.
“You’re going to eat all that?” he asked.
“Sure. High metabolism,” she said with a smile.
“No metabolism,” he replied, touching his stomach.
“Just means you’re a good eater, that’s all.”
Hearing her say that, Frank ordered the same. Becky seemed to have a way of making him feel relaxed about himself. Getting their trays, Becky found a table and led the way. There was more to her then the view from behind, he realized. She was special.
“My mom would say, what’s the point in learning how to cook if a man doesn’t eat,” she giggled, as she took her seat.
“Interesting way of looking at things.”
“That’s mom,” she replied, taking a bite of her burger.
“She sounds like a wise woman.”
“I learn from her,” Becky answered. “So I hope so.”
During their meal, Frank learned more about Becky. About living in Georgia before moving here when she was thirteen. How close she was to her family, that her sisters were like her best friends.
“Like we’ll argue,” Becky said, softly. “But never in a mean way.”
“Sounds like you have a wonderful family.”
“We have our problems, but we always work them out,” she replied. “Though daddy says from time to time, they should have had sons.”
“Why?”
“Says boys would be less trouble,” she smiled.
“Not you,” Frank chuckled.
“Nope,” she giggled. “I’m an angel.”
Frank couldn’t help himself. He laughed. Just the look she did, making herself look so innocent, yet her eyes tinkled of mischief.
Frank told Becky about growing up in Seattle and about his memories of his grandparents. He tried to avoid talking to much about his parents and if she sensed it, Becky didn’t ask. They sat and talked and ate. When their meal was done, they just talked. Frank was learning more and more about Becky and, he was slowly revealing more about himself.
Frank hadn’t realized until he glanced at his watch that they had been sitting there for over three hours.
“Guess time flies when you’re having fun,” he chuckled.
“Or with good company,” Becky beamed.
“I should be going,” he said grudgingly. “I still have a couple of gifts to buy.”
“I understand,” she smiled. “Besides I should go or my daddy will think I bought out the mall.”
Getting up, Frank patted his jacket pocket to make sure his wallet was still there and heard Becky giggle, when he did.
“Bad girl,” he scolded jokingly. “It’s not funny.”
He was surprised that he had said that to her, but all it did was make Becky giggle even more. Frank picked up her parcels and handed them to her then retrieved his own.
“I really enjoyed this Frank,” she said softly, then kissed his cheek. “Bye.”
“I enjoyed it too,” he replied. “Bye for now.”
With that they headed off in their own directions. Frank had so many wonderful things to think about. It had been enjoyable and she said she enjoyed her time with him. Frank felt like he was on cloud nine. Spending that much time with Becky. Learning where she went to school and her likes and dislikes. As Frank finished up his shopping, he kept thinking of her. Yes she was spanked at home and, he had given her two whacks with a paddle, but it was the person that held his interest.  
Getting home, Frank set his packages in the living room and took off his jacket. Entering the kitchen, he set his wallet on the table and pulled out a TV dinner for the oven. Setting the timer, he headed back to the living room and the boxes he had brought up earlier.
“Maybe I’ll get started on you guys while I’m waiting,” he whispered, moving towards the biggest of the boxes.
Opening the box, Frank looked down at the branches of the Winchester Fir and the memories. He remembered when he bought the seven foot pre-lit tree for his grandparents in 2009 as a surprise.  Setting it up for their Christmas. It was his grandma’s last Christmas with them, but he knew they were happy with the new tree. The last time it was out of the box was 2012, his grandpa’s last Christmas with him. This was the first time it had been out since. Getting the tree set up and in the place it had always been, Frank started on the other boxes. Ornaments that went from two years old to over a hundred years, each he placed gently on the tree.
“Maybe I’m being silly,” he said to himself, a tear starting to form at the corner of his eye. “But this year, it feels like Christmas.”
After finishing his dinner, Frank went back to the work at hand. His thoughts drifting to Becky. Was he reading too much into what had happened as of late?  Her coming over with his wallet was one thing, but bending over to see what a school paddle felt like. Bending over, knowing she was showing me her bottom. Or wanting to have lunch together, just the two of us. He had liked how she made him feel at ease. She didn’t see anything wrong with his size, only that it showed he was a good eater. That had been something that always bothered him, his size. Any of those occasions that he did go on a blind date; he would think that once they saw him, it was game over. Sometimes he could see it in their eyes, other times in their voices, but he knew. If at times he was wrong, he was so worried about it, that he would screw things up anyway.
He was insecure about his weight and that he was, at best, plain looking. The insecurities came from the taunting at school as well as his parents always talking about his weight. But Frank didn’t hate the world because of it; he preferred the safety of his grandparents’ home. Yes he liked spanking, but in his mind it was for all the right reasons. It had not been because he was angry at women; he just liked the thought of spanking. With Becky, he would never want to do her harm. She was very pretty, but also very sweet and she seemed to like him the way he was.
“You may not see this, Becky,” he said, as he plugged in the finished tree. “But because of you I feel a Christmas spirit inside”.
As Christmas day approached, Frank started getting nervous. He would be meeting her family and having dinner with them and, he started to worry. By Christmas morning, he was a nervous wreck. He wished that he had lied to Becky and told her he had plans, but he couldn’t bring himself to do that. He was afraid he would do or say something stupid or inappropriate and that would be the end of it.  
Frank worried about everything. From the clothes he picked out to the gifts he had bought and wrapped for her family. As he sat in front of the tree staring at the gifts, the phone rang.
“Merry Christmas, Frank,” Becky’s voice said into his ear.
“Merry Christmas to you too.”
Frank noticed the awkward silence.  
‘Here it comes’, he thought. ‘I changed my mind about today.’
“I hope you don’t get upset with me,” she finally said, a nervousness in her voice.
“I understand Becky,” he answered quietly. “It’s okay.”
“Understand what Frank?”
“You have to cancel.”
“Cancel! What!” she said surprised. “I wanted to see if instead of four if you’d like to come over at noon instead.
“Noon?” Frank asked, surprised and relieved.
“Yes. That way we would have more time to spend together,” she replied. “Why would you think I would cancel on you?”
“Sorry about that, old habits I guess,” he answered.
“I think I understand,” her voice a whisper. “So I know its two hours away, but would you like to come over early.”
“I’d love to,” he answered.
“Really,” she squealed. “Yes. I’m so glad Frank.”
“And Becky, just so you know,” he said. “I would never be upset with you.”
“Just wait till you get to know me,” she giggled. “See you soon.”
With that Frank hung up. A part of his nervousness had left him with that call. He loved that their conversation ended with that little giggle of hers, that sound seemed to brighten things up around him.
“She wants me to come early to spend more time together,” he smiled.  
Though he wasn’t sure what she meant by ‘wait till you get to know me’, but Frank was going to spend more time with her today and that counted most. He quickly headed to the bathroom to take a shower and shave. Finishing he put on some Aqua Velva Ice, and headed to get dressed. Frank remembered Becky telling the first time that it was casual, so don’t over dress. Going into his closet Frank took out a pair of navy Dockers Khaki’s and a white Dockers stripe carry over shirt. After pulling on a pair of navy socks, he slipped into a pair of black Dockers Standish shoes.    
Putting the gifts that he bought and wrapped into a plastic bag, Frank headed out the door. Turning on 41st avenue east, he watched for the address she had given him. The area was a mixture of old and new but he found 1857 and pulled into their driveway. Going up to the front door, Frank knocked once and before he could knock a second time, the door opened.
“You’re here,” Becky said, happily. “And you brought presents. You didn’t have to do that.”
“I wanted to,” Frank replied; softly as he reached down to take his shoes off.
“It’s okay, you don’t have to take them off,” Becky whispered.
Handing her the bag with gifts, Frank followed Becky into the living room, the air filled with the smell of turkey cooking.  Noticing how her skinny gray jeans seemed to accent her bottom. Her pink blouse gave that delicate touch. Becky’s dad rose from the couch when they entered and extended his hand.
“Please to meet you Frank,” he said, pleasantly.
“Pleasure to meet you too Sir,” Frank responded, shaking the other man’s hand.
“Please, call me Stan.”
Frank noticed that Becky’s dad was the same height as he was, though he looked about twenty pounds heavier. Unlike his daughters, Stan’s southern accent was stronger. Frank had expected the man to be a no nonsense type of guy, almost like a drill sergeant. But he seemed quite friendly, with an easy smile.  
Becky’s sisters came into the room from the stairs and for the first time Frank saw how tall they were. Twenty year old Katie was about an inch taller than her sister Becky, whereas eighteen year old Nicki was two inches shorter. Like Becky both were wearing skinny jeans. Katie’s the color green, while Nicki wore tan. When Becky’s mom entered from the kitchen, Frank saw where the girls got their looks from. She was five-four like her daughter Katie and just as tiny framed as her daughters. Like them, she wore skinny jeans in the lightest pink, Frank had ever seen.
“Hello Frank,” she said her accent like her husband, as she extended her hand. ““I’m Debbie.”
“Please to meet you.”
“Frank brought gifts,” Becky stated.
“You didn’t have to do that, son,” her dad said.
“I wanted to do it,” Frank replied, feeling all eyes on him.
“Daddy,” Nicki said, smiling sweetly. “Never turn down gifts. It’s not polite. It’s a new family rule.”  
As their dad stared at her, Nicki giggled. Frank noticed Katie give her younger sister a light jab with her elbow, as if to say, stop it. Frank turned to Becky and handed her the bag of gifts, to which she handed out the presents from within. He watched as she set the bag and her gift on the coffee table and turn toward the tree. When she got there she got down on her hands and knees searching. Frank tried hard to not stare at her, but the view was so nice. As she reached under the tree, her bottom pointed higher in his direction. Frank kept moving his eyes to the others, hoping they didn’t see him staring. He was glad they too were looking in her direction.  
“Nice view, sis,” Nicki giggled, before Katie could cover her mouth.
“You’ll have to excuse my daughter, Frank,” Stan said sternly. “Nicole. Behave yourself.”
Though, Frank had to agree with the younger sister, he did feel embarrassed for Becky. But it was quite the view she presented to all of them, they were more polite in not making a comment. As she got up with gift in hand, Frank noticed a slight blush of her cheeks as she shrugged her shoulders towards them, and then glared at her mouthy sister.
“This is from me,” she said softly, handing the present to Frank.
“You didn’t have to,” Frank said, his throat going dry.
“Didn’t have to. Wanted to and did it,” she smiled as she giggled.
Becky’s dad went back to his recliner with gift in hand. Frank thought it best to sit in the chair and not head for the sofa or love seat. But her mom took the chair and her sisters headed for the sofa. Frank thought Becky would join her sisters there, but she seated herself on the love seat and motioned him to come sit with her. Frank felt both awkward and happy. Awkward, because of how it looked to Becky’s family. Happy that she wanted him beside her. The girls thanked him for the earrings and Becky’s mom couldn’t believe he had bought her a Waterford eight inch vase. Her dad couldn’t stop showing off his plaque of Georgia running back Herschel Walker.  
He and Becky got their gifts open at the same time, her eyes got big when she saw the Sterling silver four Leaf Clover pendant and chain.
“I hope you love your gift as much as I love yours,” she smiled.
Frank couldn’t believe that she had bought him the Seattle Super bowl beer stein from Bradford.
“It’s beautiful,” he said softly. “Thank you.”
Becky asked him if he would do the honors, as she pulled her hair out of the way. With trembling fingers he finally got it clasped on the third try.  
After that the time seemed to fly by. The dinner was like a feast. From the turkey to the peach pie that Becky had baked. They talked about Christmas’s past, work and school. With a sprinkle of wise cracks from Nicki, it was a wonderful evening. But looking at the time, Frank knew it was time to go. Saying his goodbyes, Becky walked him to the door.
“Becky,” he spoke softly.
“Yes Frank,” she said, looking up into his eyes.
“Would you like to go to dinner and a movie on Saturday?”
 “I’d love to,” she whispered, reaching up, she kissed his lips. “Night Frank.”
Night Frank,” she whispered.
“Night Becky,” he replied softly.  
Driving home Frank felt like he was in a daze.  He could still feel her soft lips on his, how tender the kiss was.
“She kissed me,” he said softly. “My first kiss.”
Finishing his TV dinner as he sat in the kitchen, Frank thought of how this year had went. He certainly never imagined that it would be ending like this. When he asked Becky out, he had surprised himself. He hadn’t asked a girl out, not since Judy Hetherington, not since high school. Frank had liked her from ninth grade and she was not mean like the others. So he took a chance and asked her for Prom and found out what she was truly like, when she shot him down.
Throwing the tray away and washing his utensils, Frank poured himself a cup of coffee and headed to the living room.  
“I took a chance,” he said. “I asked her out and she said yes.”
Maybe he was caught up in the day with Becky and her family, but she seemed excited when he had asked her and she ended it with a kiss. She was waiting for him that night when he picked her up for their date. When he took off her coat at the Metropolitan Grill, she looked adorable in her cream pink sleeveless dress with eyelet trim. The meal and conversation had been great, though he wished he had picked a better movie. But she seemed to like it somewhat. Even a kiss goodnight when he brought her home.
“Twice in less than a week,” he whispered. “She’s kissed my lips”.
Sitting there, Frank looked at the mantel above the fireplace where he had set the present from Becky. It sat proudly on display beside the 1912 Tambour mantel clock.
“In six hours it will be the start of a new year.”
It was strange how this year was ending. Frank had figured that 2014 would be like every other year. Getting up, going to work and coming home alone, to an empty place. Then the young lady that he had found always happy at school changed all that on the day he found out she was still getting spanked. Then it seemed that her bottom never escaped his eyes. Even now as he sat, the memory of her bent over his grandfather’s desk in her tight jeans, made him smile. He got to know more about her, loved the way she always giggled. Saw pictures of her growing up, when she showed him her family album on Christmas day.
As he was reminiscing about how his life had gone this past while, Frank heard the front doorbell chime.
“Who could that be at this time?”
Looking at the clock and seeing that it was almost eight, Frank knew he wasn’t expecting anyone as he opened the door.
“Hi,” Becky said cheerfully. “I’m not interrupting anything am I?”
“No. Come in, please,” he said, happily.
Turning briefly she waved at the car in the driveway. Frank got a glimpse of her sisters as the car started to back up onto the road. Closing the door behind them Frank took her coat to hang it up as Becky bent down to take off her sneakers.
“You don’t have to take them off,” he said softly.
“Well I thought I’d do like you,” she giggled, pointing to his stocking feet.
Frank noticed that her peach angora socks matched perfectly with her top. She was wearing the same jeans as she was wearing the last time she was over. But it was the angora top that gave her a softer look. Though the top ended just above her navel it still gave her a look of innocence. Like on their date, she wore the necklace that he had bought her. As they walked into the living room, Becky stopped and looked with surprise.
“You decorated. Did you know I was coming?” she smiled.
“No,” he replied. “It was just starting to feel like Christmas as of late.”
“Aw, that’s so sweet,” she said, taking a seat on the couch.
Becky explained that she had taken the chance that he would be home and got her sisters to drive by. They were all supposed to be going to a New Year’s party on campus, but she wanted to spend the time with him.
“Daddy wouldn’t be too happy that I lied to him,” she said softly.
“Why did you lie?”
Becky told him that her dad was kind of old fashioned and though he trusts his daughters, he was always worried about what the guys would try. So she said she was going with her sisters and they had arranged to come back after the party to bring her home.
“I would never try anything Becky,” he said softly.
“I know you wouldn’t,” she smiled. “My daddy likes you. In fact my entire family likes you.”
“I like them too.”
“And Nicki and Katie respect you,” she added.
“Respect me?” Frank asked, confused.
She told him that she and her sisters share a lot together and that she told them about that day in school. The day she had told him she had been spanked.
“You didn’t start asking embarrassing questions or go around and talking about it,” she said. “You didn’t make me feel childish and like me, my sisters admire that.”
Frank had figured that if Becky had been spanked, that somewhere down the line her sisters had too, but it did shock him that they knew. Though he had to admit he thought it was nice that the three of them respected him. He really wanted things to develop with Becky, he hoped that she felt for him like he felt for her, but he wasn’t sure. But he knew that if anything was going to develop between them, he couldn’t keep secrets. He didn’t want her to find out somewhere down the road about the trunk in the attic. He knew that it was probably going to be the biggest mistake of his life and it could end right this evening, but he had to let her know.
“Becky,” he said softly, trying to find the words. “There’s something you don’t know about me.”
“What is it Frank?” she asked looking in his eyes.
“I think it would be easier if I showed you,” he said standing up.
Heading up the stairs with Becky following beside, Frank led her to the attic where the antique trunk sat and opened to reveal his collection.
“This is yours,” she gasped.
“Yes. Handed down from my grandfather.”
Becky knelt down looking at the assortment of implements and magazines. First lightly touching the different paddles and straps, before picking up one of the magazines. Looking at the cover of a woman kneeling on a couch wearing only a garter belt and stocking as a man stood ready to strap her, Becky looked up at him.
“Is this what you think of me Frank?” she asked sadly.
“I would never think that of you,” he answered, softly. “I didn’t want to hide anything from you.”
Frank knelt down beside her and started to explain. About when he first discovered one of the magazines but didn’t know until he opened it, what it was about. As he spoke, Becky looked at him, never taking her eyes off his eyes. He told her everything, about getting excited that day and his grandfather finding him and locking the magazine away. Then when he died, Frank found the letter and told her about the message his grandfather left for him.
“So you like spanking?” Becky asked, still trying to understand.
“Yes, I’m sorry Becky.”
“How many women have you spanked?”
“None,” was all he could say. “Until that day you wanted to know what the paddle felt like.”
“I was your first?” she asked, surprised.
Frank told her she was also his first kiss and noticed a touch of sadness in her eyes. How everything at school he was fine with those around him, but outside of there he always had problems. From the taunting and cruel words from girls when he was growing up to the look of disdain from them now. As he spoke, Frank felt his eyes start to water as he remembered the hurt.
“It’s okay Frank,” she said softly, as she touched his arm.
“I understand that you and your sisters will think me weird,” he whispered.
“I don’t think your weird Frank, and my sisters aren’t going to know,” she spoke. “Something’s we don’t tell each other, like me letting you paddle me.”
Becky put the magazine back in the trunk and closed the lid as she rose.
“Come, let’s go back downstairs,” she whispered, offering her hand to him.
Back downstairs in the living room they sat, each in their own thoughts.
“I’m sorry Frank,” she finally said.
“You have nothing to be sorry about.”
“If I hadn’t told you that day, then things would be different,” she answered sadly.
“Becky I liked you from the first time we met,” he told her. “You make everyone around you feel good.”
“That’s sweet, Frank,” she blushed. “You are quite the man.”
With that Becky told him how scared she was that day when he wanted her to see the school nurse or a doctor. How she had wished she hadn’t gotten in trouble that morning with her daddy. When she had told Frank the truth she thought of when she was sixteen, she had acted up badly and her daddy spanked her in the living room that day. She was use to the spankings but what she didn’t know was a girl from school was at the door and their living room window was open.
“She heard?” Frank asked, feeling sorry for Becky.
“Yes,” Becky answered bitterly. “Told all her girlfriends about it and made my life a living hell.”
“I’m sorry you went through that.”
But Becky explained that how she was surprised that Frank didn’t question her or laugh, only tried to comfort her. Now knowing what she knew about him, it made it more surprising. It showed her he had character. Someone that she could trust.
“I’m nothing special,” Frank blushed.
“Don’t say that, Frank,” she said. “You are truly a gentleman.”    
“You don’t hate me, think me strange?” he asked.
“You were honest,” she replied. “Though your taste in magazines is different than my daddies Penthouse collection.”
“Your dad has a collection?”
“Yes. Though he doesn’t know that his daughters found them. Would he ever be embarrassed,” she giggled.
“There’s something else Frank.”
“What’s that?”
“A while after you gave me a couple of whacks with that paddle, I started to get a tingling feeling,” she blushed.
The way she was blushing told Frank that she was telling him her secret. That she found that she may have enjoyed that encounter.
“It felt nice,” she whispered.
“What are you saying Becky?” he asked, his heart pounding.
“I kind of liked the sensation,” she blushed even more. “Frank, I’m curious about something.”
“What’s that?”
“What it would feel like with your hand,” she answered her face now crimson.
“Y-y-you want me to…”
Becky nodded slowly, knowing what he was trying to say. Neither seemed to really say it, but both knew. Slowly she got up as Frank moved to the middle of the couch. He couldn’t believe that this was going to happen. Becky was curious what a spanking with his hand would feel like. Wanted to see if it made her tingle again. His hand was actually going to be touching her bottom. He felt himself starting to get excited and hoped that she didn’t get upset. As she lowered herself down and rested her body over his lap, she giggled nervously.
“At least someone is going to enjoy this.”
“I’m sorry,” he replied blushing.
“Guess you are enjoying the view,” she said softly as she gave her bottom a little wiggle.
Frank looked down at her bottom in the middle of his lap. Her jeans so tight against her twin cheeks, it was the most beautiful bottom he had ever seen.
“It’s a wonderful view,” he whispered. “You have a beautiful bottom.”
“Aw, that is so sweet,” she blushed. “Thank you Frank.”
Frank didn’t want to spank her; just looking at Becky laying his way was a treat. The weight of her body on his, the warmth of her against his thighs, he didn’t want this to end. But she was curious how his hand would feel. Her top had risen a bit so when he lightly took hold of her waist, he was touching bare flesh. He felt her tremble slightly as their flesh came into contact. As he gave her bottom a few tentative slaps, he heard her intake of breath.
“Ready?”
Frank saw Becky nod her head, so he raised his arm and brought it down. Though he wasn’t spanking her bare flesh, the smack sounded like music.
“Oh,” she gasped.
Frank raised his hand once again and brought it down, smack after smack onto her bottom.
“Wait Frank,” she spoke. “This is weird.”
Frank stopped and helped her up. He felt like he didn’t know what to say or do. He didn’t understand why she felt it was weird, but in a way he could see her point of view. She must have read his mind as she stood before him.
“Frank, I don’t mean it like that,” she explained. “I liked being over your lap, it’s just I’ve never been spanked on my pants.”
Frank wasn’t sure what she was saying. She liked lying over his lap and, he enjoyed her being there, but weird to be spanked on her pants.
“Let’s try this,” she said nervously, her fingers trembling at the button of her jeans. “Will you take them down Frank?”
Frank couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Was he having a wonderful dream or did Becky just ask him to take her pants down.
“Becky?” he questioned, looking up at her.
“I’m curious and have to know,” she whispered. “Please Frank.”
Franks fingers trembled as badly as Becky’s had when she had tried, but finally he managed to unhook her jeans. At least the zipper was the easy part as he worked it down. Opening the front of her jeans, Frank caught the first site of her peach cotton panties as he started to work her jeans down her hips. He heard Becky’s breathing quicken as he worked her jeans to her knees. He wondered if her heart was pounding like his. When he let go of her pants, Becky bent over and pushed them the rest of the way till they rested at her ankles. Standing before him she looked into his eyes.
“You can see my undies,” she giggled nervously. But you can’t take them down unless you intend to marry me.”
Frank had to chuckle at her words as he took her hand and help Becky down till she was once again over his lap. Her panties like her jeans were snug against her skin. He had always wondered what it would be like to have someone in this position but never dreamed it would Becky laying here like this.
“I never thought this would happen,” she whispered. “Over the Principal’s lap in my undies waiting to get spanked.”
“Me either,” was all he could say.
“Well I see you’re still enjoying this,” she giggled as she wiggled her bottom. “Nice to know I have this effect on you.”
“Stop that,” Frank scolded, giving her inviting bottom a sound smack.
This time the sound wasn’t as muffled and Becky yelped when his hand made contact. Taking hold of her slim wait, he moved her in closer to him.
“Naughty girl, showing me your panties,” he stated.
“What! You don’t like them,” she pouted.
“They’re very nice and cotton seems to suit you.”
“Thank you. I prefer cotton.”
“But showing them gets little girls spanked,” he replied.
Saying that Frank raised his hand. He didn’t want this to be a couple of minutes, he wanted to try and stretch it out. He knew that she could feel him pressing against her, but she didn’t seem to mind. She seemed almost flattered. This time when he brought his hand down, he was slower and gentler. He wanted to build up the tempo slowly. With each swat, he let his hand rest briefly before raising it again. He liked the feel of her bottom when he rested it briefly there. It felt so warm and soft. Becky never spoke when his hand rested, just moaned lightly. Though he would like to see her bottom bare, Frank would not break her request to leave them up. Having her like this was more than he could very hope for and he was fine with that.
As he started to spank a little faster, Frank hit her bottom a little harder, till finally his hand didn’t rest. Becky yelped and wiggled, but never tried to get up or tell him to stop. Frank kept his pace going till he heard her start to whimper and placed his hand down one last time. He could feel the heat of her bottom through the cotton as she lay there.  He didn’t try to rub and though he wondered what color her bottom was, he waited. Finally she started to work her way to her knees and with Frank’s help she was up once again.
“You spank hard,” she pouted, rubbing the seat of her panties. “You sure you’ve never done this before?”
“No. You’re the only one.”
Was he wrong or did she seemed please that she was his first. Helping her off the couch and standing her back on her feet, Frank thought how adorable she looked as she continued to rub.
“I see someone else enjoying themselves,” Frank smiled, noticing the wet patch on the front of her panties.
Becky blushed deeply as she looked down at herself. She started to pull her jeans back up to hide her embarrassment and wince when the pants made contact.
“Maybe I’ll leave them off till it gets a little cooler back there,” she said.  
With that she placed a hand on his shoulder and Frank held her lightly as she pulled them off.
“Well I felt your excitement and I guess you’ve seen mine,” she giggled as she blushed.
“You don’t feel awkward half dressed?”
“Well it’s not like you haven’t seen my undies,” she said softly. “But if you don’t want to feel awkward, you can take off your pants and show me your undies.”
Frank was hesitant, he never had confidence in his looks, but what was he to do. Becky had let him spank her; let him take her pants down. Now she was standing there in her panties waiting for him to do the same.
“Nothing to be ashamed of Frank,” she said softly. “It’s okay.”
With that Frank undid his pants and let them fall to his ankles before sitting down to pull them off. Once removed he set them next to hers and stood back on his feet, in his blue and white striped boxers.
“I hope you don’t pop your button, Frank,” she giggled.
Blushing deeply Frank sat back down and Becky joined him sitting close.
“Your grandparents must have really loved one another,” she said, looking at him. “I’m guessing there was a lot of spanking between them.”
“I guess you’re right,” he replied. “Do you think that wrong?”
“No. I think that they really loved one another from the way you talk about them.”
Frank thought about it for a moment and knew it was true. At first when he opened the trunk he thought it was only his grandfather that had a liking. But with the paddle and straps he had his soul mate in more ways than one.  
‘Was Becky his soul mate,’ he wondered.
Becky seemed to try and understand why the spanking had made her excited; she had never felt this way when being spanked before. Frank wished he had the answer, but he didn’t.  
“Would you like something to drink?” he asked, changing the subject.
“That would be nice.”
“Beer or Coke?”
“Well one beer wouldn’t hurt,” she smiled.
Getting up Frank made his way to the kitchen, he really wished that his stiffness would leave as he felt embarrassed with the fact his boxers stood out in front. Getting two beers, he set them on the tray and got a couple of glasses, he didn’t hear Becky come up behind him. As he picked up the tray and started to turn around, he felt a quick tug and his boxers fell to his ankles. His stiffness was gone as Frank went pale.
“Frank, what’s wrong?” she asked, seeing how horrified he looked. “I was just curious, I’m sorry.”
Frank started to talk, reliving his worst memory as Becky knelt down and pulled his boxers back up. Told her when he was sixteen a couple of guys from the football team pulled him into the gym locker room and stripped him. As he spoke, he saw Becky’s lower lip tremble and a tear fell from her eye.
“They threw me into the gym naked,” his voice trembled. “In front of the girl’s gym class.”
“Frank, I didn’t mean to hurt you,” she wept. “I would never do that to you.”
Taking the tray from his hands and setting it aside she put her arms around him, trying to comfort him as she cried.
“You can take mine down, if you like,” she whispered.
“No, I’ll be fine.”
“Why?” she asked. “It’s only fair.”
“I can’t,” he said softly. “I respect you and want to honour your request.”
“If you won’t take them down,” she said, tears flowing freely. “Will you do something for me?”
“I’d do anything for you.”
“Spank me.”
“But I already…,” he began to say.
“No Frank,” she cried. “A sound spanking.”
“But I don’t want to hurt you,” he said confused.
“I’m already hurting,” she said softly. “Because I hurt you. Please Frank.”
All Frank could do was nod, he didn’t want to make her cry but she seemed to be hurting from what she had done. Becky walked over to the table and brought a chair out for him to sit. Taking his place, Becky moved beside him and once again lowered herself onto him. The seat of her panties had worked their way up and he could see how pink her lower cheeks were. Taking hold of her waist, Frank raised his arm and brought it down hard. The sound in the kitchen sounded like a gunshot as his hand raised it again. He didn’t want to do this, it didn’t excite him, but he was doing it for her. As he continued smack her bottom hard, Becky kicked and wiggled. Through her tears she cried how sorry she was, that she didn’t mean to do it. At one point her hand came back and Frank taking hold of it kept going. He could see how red her lower cheeks were getting as she bawled her eyes out.
“I think I love you,” she cried.
Her words stopped his hand in mid-air. He couldn’t believe what she had just said. She laid there limp as she cried uncontrollably.
“What did you say?” he asked.
“Mom was right,” she wailed. “You should never say that word to a guy.”
His hand had been resting on the seat of her panties when she said this. He could feel how hot her bottom was. He raised her up and sat her on his lap, her tears falling like rain.
“You think you love me,” he said softly. “I know I love you.”
Looking into his eyes, she threw her arms around him, hugging him tightly. Afraid to let go. Frank held her feeling her head on his shoulder and slowly rocked back and forth. They said nothing as he comforted her. They had said it all. Finally when her crying was under control she looked at him.
“You really love me?” her voice trembled, as she wiped tears away.
“Yes I really do,” he answered and this time, he kissed her.
When her tears finally stopped he let her get up. He had never admired someone as much as he did her. If it hadn’t been so serious, he might have thought it cute, her hands down the back of her panties as she rubbed.
“How about those beers,” he said.
Picking up the tray he followed her back into the living room. They had a lot to talk about. After he poured their beer, he sat and Becky to his surprise sat on his lap. They sipped their drinks, talking more than drinking. She told him that sometimes her curiosity got the better of her and she had never seen a man naked before. She was sorry that it brought up such a terrible memory for him, but was glad he had spanked her so soundly. He told her that he had never been with a woman before and it was the first time he had saw one in their panties. All they did was talk and learn more about one another.
“Becky,” he said. “It’s almost midnight.”
Getting off his lap they both stood as Frank turned on the TV for the count down. They just stood there in front of the screen holding each other when the countdown began. This time they both moved into the kiss and held it until they heard the Happy New Year announced.
Finally letting go of their embrace, Becky went over and handed Frank his pants as she picked up hers. She winced some as she buttoned them. But looking at him she smiled as she rubbed the seat.
“I think I learned my lesson,” she said softly.
“I’m glad to hear that,” he smiled.
When they heard the sound of a horn they knew that Becky’s sisters had arrived. Frank walked her to the door and helped her into her coat.
“Like I said Frank,” she said as she turned towards him. “You don’t know me yet.”
“I think I know you pretty good,” he replied, giving her bottom a pat.
“Now who’s being naughty,” she giggled, giving him one last kiss before heading out the door.
Watching her leave, Frank’s thoughts were racing. He knew what he wanted to do. He no longer worried about throwing caution to the wind. They had gone well past that.  He just hoped what he wanted to do, was what Becky hoped for, as he closed the door.