It's my words

LEARNING AT SCHOOL
 
                                                                          Part 3
 
 
 
 
Frank lay in bed; it had been an eventful evening, not what he had expected. He hadn’t expected Becky to show up at his door and want to spend it together as the New Year approached.  Just having time with her had been pleasing, but then the spanking happened. He really did have deep feelings for her and didn’t want her to stumble on his secret down the road.
“She wanted to try a spanking from me,” he whispered closing his eyes.
His mind picturing her once again laying over his lap. Just having her there, was more than fine with Frank. In fact it was truly a dream come true for him. But when she suggested he take her pants down and try the spanking over her panties, he thought he had died and gone to Heaven. He had always thought of women in sexy panties in his dreams, the fantasies that he spanked them. But the simple cotton that Becky wore seemed just as sexy and in a way, suited her. The fact that she seemed to enjoy the fact that he was turned on, made him feel content. Though he was happily surprised that she seemed to have gotten excited as well.
“Was it just the spanking?” “Or was it also from me?” he wondered.
How she blushed at the fact her excitement showed from her the patch of wetness on her panties. As he thought about all that had happened between them, Frank slowly drifted off. A sleep of happiness, his dreams of Becky White.
When Frank opened his eyes he glanced at the clock on the night stand. He was amazed that it was almost noon, but then he thought it was almost three before he had fallen asleep. He had never had such wonderful dreams. A part of him wished that when he had awoken that Becky was there by his side.
After a brief shower and getting dressed, Frank made his way downstairs. As he waited for the coffee to finish brewing, again his mind drifted back to yesterday. Never in his wildest dreams did he think he would ever get to play out his love of spanking. From the time he found the first magazine till a few days before Christmas, Frank had been content with reading about spanking.
“It’s so much better to actually spank,” he said softly, taking a sip of his coffee.
He had just sat down on the couch and clicked on the TV for one of the bowl games, when the phone rang.
“Hello,” he spoke.
“Happy New Year, Frank,” came her voice, over the phone.
“And to you too,” he replied. “But didn’t we already wish each other that?”
“I know,” she giggled. “I just wanted to say it again.”
“Becky that is sweet of you.”
“Frank,” she said talking softer. “Did you really mean what you said last night?”
“Understand something Rebecca,” Frank replied. “I would never say something that I didn’t mean. Especially that I love you.”
“I’m sorry Frank,” she said softly. “I know you meant it.”
For some reason, Frank could almost picture Becky pouting. How it took seconds for her to respond and when she did, her voice sounded softer.
‘Almost like she was scolded,’ Frank thought.
“I did have a wonderful time last night,” she spoke. “Been thinking of you since then.”
“Just like I’ve been thinking of you.”
They talked for a while about different things; Frank figured that Becky didn’t want to talk too much about their time together, in case someone heard her. Frank didn’t mind that. Just hearing her voice seemed to lift his spirits. Her voice so soft, the occasional giggle throughout. Finally Frank heard her being called and she had to say good bye.
“I hope to see you before school, Frank,” she said.
“I’m sure you will.”
Frank felt warm inside when he heard a soft kissing sound enter his ear. She had kissed him over the phone and hung up.
 Frank had never experienced anything like he had been lately with Becky. He had figured his life would be much as it had been, stumbling when meeting women and being alone. Maybe that’s why he enjoyed his job so much, the people, the chatter, the fact there were others around him.
 Did he dread coming home each night he wondered? The one place that had always been his safe haven had made him isolated. A prisoner. His two worlds had been kept separated from one another, until that day when Becky was in his office.  
He had liked Becky from the time he had hired her. It was more her personality and cheerfulness that had impressed him. She was young and very attractive, but as Frank always thought, she was out of his league. Though Frank wasn’t surprised when Randy Ellis the school gym teacher and coach of the football team, showed a lot of interest in her. The former University receiver, who even had a tryout with the Eagles, before getting cut, didn’t seem to be making ground with Becky. Frank figured that if she wasn’t interested in Randy, there was no way she would be interested in him.  
But he did like her attitude and she seemed to enjoy teaching. To Frank, that was all that mattered. But for some strange reason, she seemed to like him. Frank didn’t want to have any secrets from Becky and knew he was risking losing her, but he had to show her his secret. She hadn’t judged him by his weight and to his surprise; she didn’t seem to judge him over his fondness for spanking.
“You didn’t laugh or call me a sick freak,” he said, softly. “You even wanted to give it a try, to understand.”
From what Frank had seen with that first spanking, Becky did seem to enjoy it. He really did want to be with Becky, the thing with the spanking would be a bonus, but it wasn’t the main thing. He realized that though she had only been over twice, the house didn’t seem so empty until she had to go.
That night he lay in bed. Though the room was cool, Frank felt like he was running a fever. He was sweating badly. He was scared about what he thought of doing.
“Grandpa,” he whispered, looking at the ceiling. “What if I’m wrong? What if it turns out wrong? I don’t want to be hurt anymore, but I don’t want to be alone.”
As he lay there, Frank felt a tears forming in his eyes. He was nervous. He was more scared then when he was a kid. As he finally started to drift off, Frank felt his tears slowly trickle down.
“What’s wrong Frankie?” his Grandfather asked.
“I’m scared Grandpa,” little Frankie replied.
“Nothing wrong with that. We all get scared at times.”
“But what if I fail?” the boy asked.
“Frankie, my boy,” his grandfather smiled reassuringly. “If we don’t take a chance and try, we never have a chance to succeed. We miss out on things that could be; we miss out on how it feels inside. The joy when things we take a chance on work out for us.”
“But Grandpa, I’m not strong like you.”
“Son,” his grandfather said, smiling. “I’m not strong, but if I truly want to be happy, I’ll always take a chance. “Just ask your Grandma.”
“Thanks, Grandpa,” Frank whispered, as he started to open his eyes.
It was only seven but Frank needed to get up, the sheet beneath him damp against his skin. It had been a strange dream, but it was like his grandfather came to him, to help him in some way.
Frank arrived at the mall just as it was opening; he knew where he was heading. He wanted to get there early, or he may not do what he intended.
“Well here goes nothing,” he said softly, entering the Jewelry store.
“I knew you’d be back,” the young salesclerk beamed.
“How did you know that?” Frank asked confused.
It was the same girl that had helped him when he had bought the pendent for Becky. She had been very helpful. Tina was her name. Frank knew that they all smiled at customers, but hers seemed almost genuine.  
“Well you were glancing quite a bit at the rings over there,” she smiled, brushing a strand of red hair out of the way as she pointed. “Someone very special, I’m guessing.”
“Yes she is, Tina,” Frank replied. “Very special.”
“Well let’s have a look and see what you want.”
Frank looked at all the rings. He knew nothing about what would be best or what price he should pay.
“Just take your time, Sir.”
“I don’t know which one,” Frank said nervously. “Could you help me?”
“It’s easy,” she said, understandingly. “The one that stands out to you, will be the one she loves.”
Frank looked down wondering what Becky would love. He let his mind think of her and her ways. She did seem to like simple but nice things. That’s when the ring down below seemed to beckon him.
“I think that one there,” Frank said softly.
“Aw, the Princess cut,” Tina responded. “An excellent choice Sir.”
“Please call me Frank.”
“Okay, Frank,” she said bringing the ring set out. “This bridal set is a beauty.”
Tina told him that the center diamond was point two carats and as he could see, accent diamonds on the split shanks.
“I’m not sure though what size her finger is.”
“That’s okay Frank,” she responded. “You can bring her in so we can size her. But I think you would like the engagement ring now.”
With that she placed it into a tiny box as Frank pulled out his credit card. It was nice that as she handed him his purchase that she wished him good luck. That was something that Frank really needed. He may be jumping to conclusions, but he had went this far.
“No turning back now,” he said to himself, pulling out of the mall parking lot.
Arriving at the White’s house, Frank saw that Becky’s car was still there, as well as both her parent’s. At least he hadn’t missed her. Going up and knocking, Frank felt himself start to tremble slightly. A part of him wanted to turn and run, but that decision ended when the front door opened.
“Frank,” Mr. White said, surprised.
“Sorry for intruding Sir,” Frank replied. “I know that I haven’t known your daughter very long, but I would like to ask her to marry me.”
Frank couldn’t believe that he had actually said it. That he had taken the biggest chance in his life. Becky’s dad just looked at him with what seemed like a bemused look on his face.
“That’s fine son,” he said. “But don’t you think you should be asking Becky.”
With that Mr. White stepped to the side and Frank saw her. She had been standing only a few feet behind her dad. Behind Becky, her sisters and mom. They all looked at him, stunned. But Becky seemed frozen in place, until her bottom lip started to tremble, tears started to fall from her eyes.  
Frank moved toward her on rubbery legs. He couldn’t make out what she must be thinking right now. Frank felt his body start to tremble again. All he could see was Becky, her teary eyes staring, all he could feel besides the fear, was all her families eyes on him.
“Becky,” he spoke, his voice shaking.
“F-Frank, I don’t know what to say,” she cried softly.
“Yes would be nice,” he replied, his own eyes starting to water as he took out the ring. “So will you marry me?”
“Yes,” was all Becky could say.
Becky’s hand trembled as she held it out for him. Frank’s hand trembled so bad, that he was afraid that he would drop the ring. Though he managed to place it on her finger. Somewhere, someone had gotten a camera and started taking pictures.
“I’m sorry it’s a little loose,” Frank said softly. “I didn’t know your size.”
“That’s okay Frank,” she replied, throwing her arms around his neck. “It’s beautiful.”
Frank understood now what his grandfather meant in his dream; he did feel how wonderful he felt inside. As Frank was thinking this, he felt Becky give a slight tug on his neck and to his surprised jumped up. As she wrapped her legs around his waist, Frank instinctively brought his arm up, to support her.
“Rebecca, honey,” her mother gasped. “You’re too much for Frank.”
“It’s alright Mrs. White,” Frank chuckled. “I won’t let her fall.”
There was no way that Frank was going to let that happen. She felt so light her bottom perched on his arm that supported her. Becky looked deeply into his eyes, before pressing her lips against his.
“Hey Frank,” Nicki said. “You realize that my sister will want to change your house around.”
“I will not,” Becky responded, turning her head slightly.
“Hey if you were in Christian Grey’s house,” Nicki giggled. “You’d want to repaint all the rooms.”
“Nicole, stop teasing your sister,” Mrs. White said. “And Rebecca would you please get down.”
“Who’s Christian Grey?” Mr. White asked.
“You don’t know him Stan.”
All three girls stared at their mom, their mouths hanging open.
“Come on everybody, let’s give these two some privacy,” their mother stated. “Frank, we would like you to join us for dinner tonight. To celebrate.”
“I’d be honored.”
As Frank balanced Becky who had not stepped down, Frank shook Stan’s hand. Received a kiss on the cheek from her mom.  
“Congratulations, both of you,” Katie said, putting her arms around both of them.
“I’m happy for you both,” Nicki smiled, patting both on the back.  
Frank heard a soft gasp from Becky. What he didn’t see was all this time, was the top of Becky’s panties were exposed when she had jumped up. Nor did he see that Nicki that given them a quick little tug.
“Sorry sis, I just couldn’t resist,” her giggle was stopped, with sound of a smack. “Ow. Katie.”
“Welcome to the family Frank,” Becky said, blushing.
“Did Katie just smack Nicki?”  
“Yup. Sisterly love,” she giggled.
“Why?” Frank asked. “What happened?”
“The little brat gave me a wedgie,” she whispered in his ear.
Frank couldn’t help himself and chuckled lightly. He never knew that girls would give each other a wedgie. With his laughing, Becky leaned away from him, looking directly into his eyes.
“Not funny,” she pouted.
“Sorry,” he replied, giving her a kiss. “Ready to come down.”
When she nodded, Frank felt her loosen her legs and he relaxed his arms slightly till she was back on her feet. When she was back down, Becky excused herself and moved quickly to the bathroom. Frank figured she wanted to unwedge her panties.
‘What were these sisters like,’ he wondered. ‘Wedgies and slaps to the bottom. Were all girls like that.’
When she came out again, Becky had asked her parents if it was all right to go get her ring fitted. Since her sisters had to work, Frank offered to take them all. Then he could pick them up and bring them back for dinner. It also meant he could have more time with Becky. With that all settled they headed off. Becky in the front and her sisters in the back.  
Frank was amazed at all the talk between the three girls. He was learning a little more about each. Becky at times like when she had pouted had a childlike quality at times.  Whereas Nicki seemed to be more the prankster and all round brat. Unlike Katie, who seemed more of the quiet type. Or the one trying to keep their little sister out of trouble. Though he was surprised that she would slap Nicki on the bottom, but maybe that was how sisters were.
As the girls headed off, Frank led Becky to the store that he had bought her ring. Seeing Tina he waved.
“She’s the one that served me.”
“Let me guess,” Tina said. “Too loose.”
“A little,” Becky answered.
Taking out her tools to get Becky’s ring size, Tina tried a couple before finding the right one.
“Such, small fingers,” Tina said. “Let me check. We may have your size here.”
From the look on her face, Frank knew that Becky was hoping they did.  
“If they don’t,” Frank said. “We’ll get it ordered.”
“I know. I can always hope, though.”
When they saw Tina come back smiling with a small box in her hands, they both knew that Becky wasn’t going to have to wait. Becky handed her the box with her engagement ring and Tina opened the new one with both rings.
“Oh, Frank there beautiful,” Becky whispered. “Will you?”
Taking the engagement ring out, Frank took her hand and once more placed a ring on her finger. This time it was a ring that fit. Becky didn’t care that they were in a store as she reached up and kissed him passionately.
“I’d like to get your ring, Frank,” she said as she pulled back.
Taking Frank’s hand, Tina went to work finding his ring size. Commenting how big his hand was. Frank had to stop himself from laughing as he noticed Becky slightly blush at those words. When Becky picked out a ring and was told it would have to be ordered, she paid for the order and gave her number.
“Where to now?” Frank asked, as they left the store.
“How about your place,” she said. “Spend some time together and talk.”
Back at the house, all Becky could do was marvel at the ring on her finger. Seeing her happy brought warmth to Frank’s heart, as they sat there in the living room. Frank liked how she snuggled beside him on the couch, his arm around her holding her close. The warmth of her pressed against him, that faint scent of oranges that he was starting to love.
“You surprised me Frank,” she said, smiling.
“I hope it was a good surprise.”
“The best,” she answered. “You must really want to see me with my undies down.”
When she said that she giggled as she blushed. Frank couldn’t help but laugh himself.
“I think you look cute whether they are up or down.”  
“You really want to marry me?”
“Yes Becky, I do,” he answered. “I told you New Year’s Eve that I know I love you.”
“And I know that I love you,” she said softly, turning her body as she threw her arms around him. “I hope that I will make you happy Frank.”
“Rebecca,” he scolded, looking into her eyes. “You’ve already made me very happy.”
“I’m sorry Frank,” she whispered. “I guess I worry a lot.”
“Are you cold?” he asked concerned. “You’re trembling.”
“When you called me Rebecca, it’s what my Daddy calls me when I’m in trouble,” she answered.
Frank had almost forgotten about when she had come to school and he had learned that she had been spanked by her father. With all that was happening today, it was strange that the thing that had brought them to this point had slipped his mind.
“Were you in trouble a lot?”
“Well not as much as Nicki,” she replied, starting to blush. “But often enough, I guess.”
Frank wasn’t surprised that Becky wasn’t the only one that got spanked in her family. He had figured that all three girls had spent time over their father’s knee and from what he had seen of Nicki, it made sense that she was in trouble more.
“Would you like to see the entire house?”
When Becky nodded eagerly, Frank took her hand as they left for the staircase. This time Frank would show her all the rooms, not leaving any room out. When they made their way from room to room, Frank watched as Becky took everything in. Though two of the bedrooms were empty, the third one had a few things that Frank had moved from the master bedroom.  
“Is that…,” Becky began, as she pointed her eyes like saucers.
Frank noticed that she was pointing at the antique vanity and chair.
“Yes,” Frank replied. “It belonged to my grandmother; it’s from the 1930’s. She bought it at an antique store.”
Becky walked over to it and lightly touched it, brushing some of the dust off. Frank remembered after she had died that he had helped his grandfather move it in here. It hadn’t been touched since then.
“It’s beautiful, Frank,” Becky said softly. “Can we keep it?”
“It’s all part of the house. We’ll keep whatever you want.”
Frank explained that the boxes were just things that had belonged to his grandmother and that if she wanted they could go through them.  
“Even those mirrors look old,” Becky observed. “But why two?”
“Those Cheval mirrors are 19th century Victorian,” he answered. “Maybe it was one for each of them.”
After leaving the room, Frank led the way to the final room upstairs. The master bedroom. This would be the first time that he had brought a girl into this room, or any bedroom that was his. As he put his hand on the door knob, he felt Becky’s hand on his.
“Wait Frank,” she whispered. “I’d like to ask you something before we go in.”
“Sure. You can ask me anything.”
“Can we get married this summer?” she asked. “Maybe the first weekend of August.”
“So soon,” Frank responded, surprised. “I thought you’d want to wait a few years.”
“I just don’t want to wait,” Becky responded. “Each day we wait is one less day we’ll be together.”
“August it is,” Frank answered; taking her face in his hands he kissed her.
With that Frank paused after the kiss and saw the happiness in her eyes. He may have made Becky happy, but deep inside, Frank was happier. To be married to Becky this summer, just to be married at all, this truly made him happy. For Frank knew he would never be alone again. Frank moved his hands away from her face and once again reached for the door knob.
“This is the master bedroom,” he said softly, opening the door.
“Frank, this is the first time I’ve been in a man’s bedroom,” Becky said, entering the room.
“It’s the first time a young lady has been in my room,” Frank replied.
Becky seemed lost for words as she saw the antique furniture within the room.  She seemed to marvel as she stood at the foot of the four poster bed, the seven foot posts towering before her. She seemed almost frozen as she gazed up. Frank moved behind her and placed his hands on her waist. Turning her towards the huge windows with the pair the glass doors in the middle.
“Private balcony,” he said softly. “You can see Lake Washington from the view.”
After taking her out to see the view, Frank brought Becky back inside and led her to a set of doors, Frank pulled aside the sliding doors that lead to a sitting room.
“This is where my grandmother had her vanity and things.”
Finally Frank moved Becky to the picture mirror on the opposite side of the room. The mirror was thirty inches wide and eighty inches high, with a chrome frame. He told her his grandfather had the original closet removed and had a fireplace put in.
“So he did this,” Frank said, pushing lightly on the frame.
Frank pulled the mirror open into another room. He explained that his grandmother had always dreamed of having a walk in closet. So his grandfather turned the fifth bedroom into one for her.  
Inside were rows of shelves and drawers. Places to hang clothes up and shelves for shoes. In the center of the room was a three foot ottoman. It looked strange that only a few of Frank’s clothes were here. He was sure in time Becky would have a lot more filling the room.
“He must have really loved her,” Becky whispered. “To build something so beautiful for her.”
“Yes he did,” Frank replied. “He was never quite the same after she died.”
Walking back into the bedroom, Frank watched as Becky hoped up onto the bed. She looked small sitting there, her feet dangling almost a foot from the floor. When Frank sat beside her, Becky let herself fall back. Frank looked down at her smiling face, she seemed so content. Becky’s blouse had ridden up as she laid there and Frank set his hand gently on her smooth stomach.
Becky spoke softly how dates she had, had always failed. How from the time she was a teen to when she became an adult, they all wanted the same thing. As she spoke Frank gently rubbed. When his fingers traced along the waistband of her jeans, Frank noticed Becky slightly part her legs.
“All I wanted was to wait till I was married,” she said softly. “They didn’t want to wait, so they would dump me.”
“There is nothing wrong with waiting,” Frank replied, seeing how memories hurt her. “The ring should tell you I won’t dump you.”
“You’d wait till we are married?”
“I’ve waited since I was thirteen,” he said. “A few more months won’t hurt.”
“You do things to me,” Becky’s voice trembled.  
“How do you mean?”
“Here,” she whispered, taking his hand and placing it on the front of her pants.
Frank felt himself stiffen when Becky moved his hand there. It felt so warm, warmer than her stomach. Frank moved his hand lightly up and down the front of her pants. Soft moans escaped her lips.
“That feels so nice Frank,” she sighed. “See what you do to me.”
Frank could say nothing; he was lost in what was happening. So many first for him and they were all with Becky.  
“I’m Glad we are engaged or my Daddy would be furious that I was in a man’s room.” She breathed. “Doing something like this.”
“You’d be in trouble?”
“I wouldn’t be able to sit down for some time,” she giggled softly, her eyes closing.
“Because you were naughty?” he asked softly, his mind picturing the scene.
“Very naughty,” her voice trembled, slowly rolling over onto her stomach.
Frank placed his hand of the seat of her tight jeans and gently rubbed. Listening to her breathing that had quickened. Running his fingers along the seam of the faded fabric.
“Why do I like this?” she asked softly.
“Like what?”
“Your hand on my bottom,” she replied. “The spanking. I never like it when my Daddy spanks me.”
“But you like it when I spank you?” Frank asked surprised.
“Oh yes, Frank,” she whispered.
As he rubbed her bottom, Frank listened as Becky spoke. How she was stunned at his collection in the attic, but surprised at how curious she was. How her bottom tingled after those two swats of the paddle only increased her curiosity. How she was amazed by how excited the spanking in the living room made her. Though the spanking in the kitchen didn’t make her feel the same, it did make her feel safe.
“I think because I trusted you,” she said. “I felt safe.”
Hearing Becky say all of this made Frank’s eyes start to water. She was open and honest with him and seemed to enjoy spanking.
“I have a confession Frank,” she said. “I’ve liked you since we first met, but was nervous about letting you know.”
“Bad girl,” he scolded lightly, giving her bottom a swat. “Guess your dad spanking you wound up bringing us together.”
“Yes, I guess it did, and maybe just a little bad,” she giggled nervously.  
“Luckily there are ways to deal with bad little girls,” Frank said, slowly turning Becky onto her back.
“Don’t want a spanking,” she pouted. “Good girl.”
“Of course you don’t want one,” Frank said, trying not to smile. “But you deserve one.”
“Nope,” she replied, sticking her tongue out.
“Now you’re going to get it.”
With that Frank reached for her waistband. Holding Becky’s jeans with one hand, he unbuttoned the front of her pants.
“You’re a naughty girl,” Frank scolded playfully, as he worked the zipper down.
“Am not. I’m a good girl,” she pouted, raising her hips slightly.
When she raised herself up, Frank started to tug Becky’s jeans down. He was enjoying this little game they were playing and noticed that Becky was too. When Frank had gotten her jeans down past her bottom, he saw once again just how much Becky was enjoying the game. Seeing the wetness of her cotton panties starting to show.  The tiny pink flowers with leaves of green looked so adorable, as he worked her jeans down her creamy white legs leaving them bunched at her ankles.
“Good girls don’t stick out their tongues,” Frank said, taking Becky’s wrists.
“They don’t?” Becky asked innocently. “Oopsy.”
Lifting Becky into a sitting positon beside him. He loved how she looked at him, keeping that little pout on her face. Taking hold of her waist, Frank started to pull her down towards his lap.
“Big meanie,” she said, once she was resting on his thighs. “Nice girls like me shouldn’t have meanies like you seeing their undies.”
“You’re a naughty girl and that’s why you’re in this position,” Frank replied, giving her bottom a sharp smack.
“Ow. Not fair,” she whined. “Is my undies going to come down?”
“They can stay up.”
“Why?”
“I want to wait till we are married. Is that okay with you?”
“Frank you are sweet,” she said, turning her head. “But I don’t mind if it’s a bare bottom spanking.”
“Once I take them down once, I’ll always be taking them down,” Frank replied, patting her bottom. “But they can go up.”
“Up?”  
Saying that, Frank slipped his fingers into one leg band and moved one side of Becky’s panties to the center of her bottom. Then did the same with the other side. Taking hold of her waistband, Frank gently tugged Becky’s panties upwards. Watching as the soft material slowly began to disappear between her cheeks, her bottom slowly becoming more exposed, before his eyes.
“Two wedgies in one day,” Becky pouted. “It’s not fair.”
“Becky, you have such a beautiful bottom,” Frank said softly.
“You think my bottom is beautiful? Thank you.”
With one last tug of her panties, both snowy white cheeks were completely bare to his gaze. Unlike Becky, when he sat on the bed his feet were flat on the floor. With her in this position, with neither hands nor feet being able to touch the floor, Becky truly did look like a naughty girl. Her bottom slightly trembling as he laid his hand down on the soft flesh of her bottom.  
“Your bottom is so white,” Frank whispered. “Your cheeks feel cool.”
“Well, it has gotten a little chilly in here,” she giggled.
“Not to worry,” Frank chuckled, gently caressing each cheek. “They’ll be warm soon enough.”
“Frank, if there were no spankings. “Would you still love me? Still love me?”
Frank didn’t know what to say. Becky’s question caught him off guard. But she had to understand, so he took hold of Becky’s waist and lifted her off his lap. Opening his legs he pulled her close until Becky’s legs were against the bed.  
“Becky,” he began his voice soft. “It was never about spanking. I had feelings for you since we first met.”
“But you never let me know?”
“You’re so beautiful,” he said. “I’m plain looking and overweight.”
“There’s nothing wrong with you Frank. I’ve seen what a good heart you have.”
“I guess I just got used to being hurt. All I wanted was for someone to just get to know me,” Frank replied, with sadness in his voice. “If you didn’t want spankings, there would be no spankings. I fell in love with you before you had even told me what happened that day.”
“So it had nothing to do with spanking?”
“Becky,” Frank said, touching her face. “You wouldn’t understand how hard it is for someone like me. But you make me feel so special inside, that’s why I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”
“Frank, will answer a question honestly for me?  
“I’ve tried to be nothing but honest,” Frank replied. “I didn’t want to keep secrets from you.”
“Do you enjoy spanking me?”
“Yes,” he answered quietly.
“I kind of like getting spanked by you,” she replied, her lower lip trembling. “I just wanted to know that you loved me, the person. I think like you, I just want to be loved.”
“I understand. Maybe in a strange way, we complete one another.”
“My family really likes you,” she said, touching his hair. “My mom thought it was cute, asking my daddy for permission. And maybe we were both looking for something that we found in each other.”
“Maybe you’re right,” Frank answered. “Maybe it was fate. That day in my office. Two people having feelings but afraid to make a move.”
“We’ve both been hurt, Frank. Just different ways and didn’t want to be hurt again.”
“Just know this Becky, spanking may have gotten us together, but what will keep us together is our love for one another,” Frank told her softly, moving his hands to her hips.
Becky leaned in toward him, maybe they needed this talk to let each other know how they truly felt. Maybe it was to let the other know they had been hurt before and don’t want to be hurt again.  Frank felt the brush of her hair as Becky moved to the side of his face. The hair felt like satin and smelled like apples.
“Good girl,” she whispered in his ear. “Pfffffft.”
“Did you just give me a raspberry, Becky?” Frank asked, trying to look serious.
“You mean this?” she giggled, sticking her tongue out again. “Pfffffft.”
“You’re a bad girl,” Frank said in mock sternness. “Who is about to be dealt with.”
Frank lifted her off the floor, loved the girlish shriek she made as her feet left the floor. Once again he had her across his lap.
“Nooooooooooooo,” she said softly. “Good girl.”
“You will be a good girl once your bottom has been spanked,” Frank scolded.
Taking hold of Becky’s waist, Frank rubbed each exposed cheek of her bottom. The flesh so tender felt good in his hand.
“Now it’s time to make you a good girl,” he scolded, as he raised his hand.
Frank’s hand came down smartly on the center of her bottom. The sound in the room was so different from their last time he had spanked Becky. The sound of the smack seemed richer, crisper as flesh met flesh. Becky yelped and squirmed slightly and Frank noticed the flesh of her bottom starting to show a faint imprint of his hand.  
“You’ve been a naughty girl haven’t you Becky.”
“No,” she pouted. “Good girl.”
The first spank was more out of curiosity. Frank wanted to understand what spanking a bare bottom would be like. He knew for Becky, she had more experience when it came to spanking, but for him it was still all new. He liked the sound his hand had made when it smacked her bottom. Enjoyed seeing the imprint of his hand, but he also wanted to make this last, to slowly change the color of Becky’s bottom. To make this enjoyable for both.
Frank started slowly going from side to side, with light smacks. Each time he made contact, Frank would let his hand stay in place on her bottom for just a very seconds, before giving Becky another smack. Once the color of her bottom started to slightly change colors, Frank started to spank a little faster. No longer the pause like before the spanks were a little harder, since Frank was holding her tight, all Becky could do was wiggle her bottom. The site of her now pink cheeks wiggling before his eyes was a site to be hold. Frank knew his excitement was growing and it didn’t help that Becky’s wiggling was rubbing against him. As her bottom got pinker, Becky’s legs started to move in all directions. It was almost like she was trying to kick her pants off as her legs moved about. This just brought more spanks, faster his hand moved down onto her wiggling target. The only sounds in the room were the sounds of flesh striking flesh, followed by little whimpers.
“Good girl,” she whimpered breathlessly.
“No. You’ve been a naughty girl and naughty girls get their bottoms spanked.”
As he said this, Frank kept spanking. He wanted to make sure her entire bottom was well taken care of.
“When you are naughty, your pants come down and you go over my knee,” Frank said, trying to keep his voice calm.
“And I get a spanking,” she moaned.
As she said that, Frank noticed that Becky spread her legs as much as her jeans would allow.  With her legs out as far as they could go Frank could see how the front of Becky’s panties was pressed against her. As her bottom started to get a deeper shade of pink, Frank would stop just long enough to give gentle tugs of the cotton material. Watching as they pressed tighter against her, hearing soft moans mixed with her whimpers. The soft moans that escaped Becky’s lips were amazing to Frank. He was giving her pleasure. He had always thought that if he ever got the chance that he could please a woman. Frank was glad that he was giving Becky pleasure, he never wanted to fail her and now he knew he could actually please her.
As her bottom start to redden, Frank held Becky tight and proceeded to spank her bottom quickly. With each spank she started to grind against him. Even through his pants he could feel the heat of her as she pressed against his erection.  
“I’ll be a good girl, I promise,” she whimpered.
Seeing that he had turned her entire bottom a bright red, Frank stopped and rested his hand upon her hot bottom. Felt how hot he had made her cheeks.
“Hot red am I?” she asked.
“A very nice red,” Frank said softly.
Helping her up, Frank set Becky on her feet. She started to move to the mirror, almost tripping as she had forgotten that her jeans were still at her ankles. Luckily Frank caught her before she tumbled.  
“Careful, I wouldn’t want you to fall.”
“Thank you,” she replied. “Take them off for me, please.”
The softness of her look, told Frank he could never deny her. Setting her gently on the bed Frank was about to bend down when Becky laid back raising her legs in the air. With her like this, Frank took hold of the pant legs and started working them off. The fact that her jeans were so tight to begin with, that freeing her from the pants, took her sock off as well. With the jeans off, Frank saw how wet the front of her panties were before she sat up.
“Sorry about that,” she blushed, pointing to the stain on his beige pants.
Hopping off the bed, Becky made her way once again to the mirror and turned her back to it.  
“You really made my bottom red,” she pouted, glazing at her reflection as she placed a hand back there. “It’s so warm.”
“Yes it is.”
Becky started to walk back toward him, moving in between his thighs.
“I’m in my undies, you should be too,” she said softly, as she undid the front of his pants.
Frank felt Becky’s fingers unhook the front of his pants; it felt funny in a pleasant kind of way.  
‘How could something like taking off my pants feel so wonderful when a young woman is doing it,’ he thought.
When Becky moved his pants down his legs, Frank wasn’t embarrassed that the front of his boxers was sticking out. As he stepped out of his pants, Becky climbed onto the bed. Her panties still wedged between her bottom cheeks, gave Frank quite the view. She moved up to the top of the bed and lay on her side, setting her head on the pillow. Frank moved to join her so that they were face to face.
“Frank,” she said softly, touching his face. “I never felt anything like that before. I almost had an orgasm.”
“Then you enjoyed it?” he asked. “Nothing wrong with that.”
“It’s just I’m afraid. Part of me wanted to go all the way,” Becky responded. “But I really want to wait till we’re married.”
“Don’t be afraid. I’ll make sure your panties don’t go down,” Frank said reassuringly.  
“I think that’s why I love you,” she smiled. “You Frank Harding are honourable. I never knew that a spanking could make me feel this way.”
“Do you like it?”
“Oh yes,” she whispered. “It would be horrifying if my Daddy made me feel this way if I get in trouble again.”
“That was for discipline. There’s a difference.”
“How so?”
“It’s like that spanking in the kitchen, that night,” Frank said. “You didn’t enjoy that I’m sure.”
“No. I deserved it,” Becky answered softly. “I hurt you and felt bad.”
“See. You needed it to feel better,” Frank explained. “Not like this one where you wanted a spanking.”
“I understand,” Becky whispered. “But I did surprise myself. Wasn’t expecting a spanking.”
“Well you surprised me with the little girl routine.”
“Guess the bed made me feel little,” she replied. “I think it just came out.”
Becky gently pushed him on his back. Now his boxers pointed up to the ceiling. He wasn’t ashamed that she excited him, and seeing the smile on her face made Frank feel happy.
“Guess we’re both excited,” she giggled.
Raising herself, Frank couldn’t believe that Becky started to climb on top of him. Frank opened his legs slightly as he felt her weight come to rest. He could feel the heat coming through her panties against his erection.
“My, you’re so hard,” she whispered. “Would you rub my bottom for me?”
Frank moved his hands to her bottom and cupped her cheeks before slowly rubbing. The feel of her against him like this and the heat in the palm of his hands, made Frank stiffen even more. When it happened, he heard Becky slightly moan. Frank mixed the rubbing with little caresses, even a playful slap. Each time he caressed her bottom, Becky pressed herself harder against him. Frank started to feel a slight dampness on the front of his boxers; he knew that it was coming from Becky. As he caressed her bottom,  his fingers touched the tender inside of her cheeks. They felt like rose pedals, as his fingers slid slowly along the inside of the softness. When the dampness started touching his flesh, Frank felt himself tensing over and over again. Becky pushing down each time, now his erection felt wetter.
“Becky,” he whispered. “We’d better stop before we can’t.”
“You’re right Frank,” Becky replied softly, raising her body up. “But it did feel wonderful.”
Frank saw how flush she was as she worked her way up to a kneeling position between his legs. Becky’s thighs had a slight glistening of perspiration. Much like Frank’s own body.
“If you want, you can take a shower to freshen up,” he said softly. “I’ll use the one down the hall and then make us something to eat.”
“A shower seems like a good idea,” she giggled.
With that Frank opened the oak door into the master bathroom. Leading the way, he smiled at the look on Becky’s face as they walked across the marble floor. As Becky gazed at the oval tub that sat beneath the pane glass windows, Frank got a fresh towel and facecloth from the oak cabinet.
“The windows open out to a view of the lake,” he said, coming back. “And this is the shower.”
As Becky looked toward the double glass shower, Frank explained that his grandmother always wanted a beautiful bathroom and his grandfather had this room built for her.
“He truly loved her, didn’t he,” Becky whispered.
“Yes. He would do anything for her and she would do anything for him.”
Frank left the room and closed the door, picking up his pants he headed down the hall to the other bathroom.
As he showered he thought about all that had taken place. How they had excited each other. How Becky had laid on top of him on the bed. It was more intimate then anything Frank had ever experienced. To wait till their wedding day would be hard, but he had determined that he would make sure that they didn’t go too far.
After he was finished he headed to the kitchen and started to make them something to eat. As he was finishing he heard Becky’s soft footsteps enter the kitchen.
They sat and talked both trying to avoid talking about what had happened, how far they almost went. Becky seemed to find it touching that his grandparents seemed so in love.  
Heading back out Becky had wanted to get to the mall early, wanted to look at invitations before her sisters were finished work. She found invitations that she liked and talked to the clerk about ordering a set. Then it was off to Macy’s to get registered. She giggled when Frank told her he didn’t have a lot of stuff since he had lived alone.
“Well we can wait to go through the store when we have more time,” she smiled.
They made their way to the main entrance and waited for Becky’s sisters to arrive. It wasn’t long before he heard Nicki even before he saw them.
“Why, Katie, I do declare,” Nicki spoke loudly, giving her best southern accent. “I think I see a couple of love birds.”
“Excuse my baby sister, guys,” Katie responded. “I think she’s adopted.”
“Hey!” Nicki answered.
As they drove, Becky told her sisters about their wedding plans for the summer. From the rear-view mirror Frank could tell that the news surprised them but also pleased them at the same time.
“Well you know Frank,” Nicki said, leaning forward from the back seat. “You’ve got a fine woman there; just have to whup her into shape.”
Frank wasn’t sure if Nicki saw the blush start to appear on Becky’s face, but saw Katie yank her back.
“I think someone needs to get whupped into shape and it isn’t Becky,” Katie said evenly.
Frank remembered that Becky had said that her family really liked him and the girls were just being themselves around him.
The dinner that night was quite the celebration, especially after Becky told her parents of their wedding plans. The meal was a feast of fried chicken, ribs with mash potatoes. The green fried tomatoes and cornbread were two things Frank wasn’t familiar with, but found that he liked them. After the meal Becky’s father brought out a bottle of white wine and poured a glass for each. Then stood at the head of the table.
“To Frank and Rebecca, may your life together be as fulfilling as ours,” he said, looking at his wife.
“Thank you Daddy, that was sweet,” Becky replied softly, moving the glass to her lips.
“One down, two to go,” her father added.
Frank almost choked on his wine when he heard that. He started to think that Nicki got her humor from him.
Finally the evening ended. It had been a long day, but one filled with joy for Frank. Soon he would have his entire life to share with Becky and he hoped her father was right, that it would be fulfilling for them.
Becky walked him to the door to say goodnight. She seemed to have a glow to her more than he had ever seen before.
“It was a wonderful time today Frank,” she said softly. “You made my dreams come true.”
“I just hope I make you happy each and every day,” he replied.
“I’m already happy because of you,” she answered. “And I think I’m learning a little more about myself.”
Frank was going to ask her what she meant but noticed a slight blush start to appear. He had an idea that because of where they were, she didn’t want to say that she was starting to like being spanked. Maybe his eyes told her he understood so words did not have to be spoken. Frank felt that they very well may learn more as they go along.
“Do you think your parents will be surprised?”
“Oh I’m sure they will.”
Not wanting to think about his parent’s reaction he took Becky in his arms gently and kissed her good night.