Naturally Naughty (11 page)

My body started to relax as his soothing hand continued to stroke over the skin of my back, sleep rapidly approaching, “Love you, Landon.”

“I love you too, Shannon, more than you could possibly imagine.”

A Bonding Experience

It had all started like a normal enough day; Landon and I shared a breakfast of coffee and oatmeal then I hopped in the shower.

I shaved my legs while in the shower and suddenly felt a burning pain in the middle fingernail of my left hand.

“
Ooooowwwww!!! Shitfire!!
”

“Shannon?”

“Ow ow owwieee! What!!”

“What happened?”

“I cut myself and it hurts.”

“You cut your leg?”

“No.”

“What? Your hand?”

“I cut through one of my fingernails and it’s bleeding a little. Stings like the dickens.”

“Your fingernail?”

“Yes, my fingernail.”

“With the razor?”

“Yes. What is this? Twenty questions?”

“How did you do that?”

“I don’t know. I was shaving and I guess my hand was in the way.”

“Why would you have your hand there if you were shaving?”

“I don’t know, Landon! It was an accident. Good grief, it’s not like I’m filing a report on it!”

“Don’t take that tone with me, young lady. I’m just trying to understand what happened here.”

“I cut my finger while I was shaving. What’s to understand?” I said, frowning at him as I grabbed a towel and stepped out of the shower.

Landon looked at me, shook his head and sighed before leaving the bathroom to finish getting ready for work. I hate that look!

I muttered to myself as I studied my poor fingernail. The cut was diagonal across it, covering over half the nail. A faint red area just above it indicated where my finger was cut beneath the nail. I’d really done a number on it. As I looked at the nail I realized that it was in danger of coming off where I cut it, which would lead to the rest of it coming off too. I couldn’t have that, it would look gross.

As I pondered the problem, I remembered a friend telling me that she used super glue on paper cuts and they sealed and healed rather quickly that way. I knew I had some super glue in the fridge so I decided to try it.

I dotted the glue along the cut area of the nail and thought I better apply pressure to make it stick, so I pressed the thumb of my other hand to it.

Okay… I realize now that it wasn’t the smartest move I ever made, but at the time I wasn’t thinking…

After pressing for a few seconds, I decided it was good enough and started to remove my thumb from the affected area. It didn’t budge.

“
Shit! Shit! Shit!
”

“What did you do now?”

I jumped at the sound of Landon’s voice coming from directly behind me. “Nothing,” I said, trying to keep my back to him.

“Let me see.”

“No, it’s nothing, go away.”

“Shannon, turn around right now and show me what you did.”

I sighed; recognizing the tone in his voice, I gave in to the inevitable, turned to face him, held out my hands, and showed him the way the thumb of my right hand seemed to be stuck to the middle finger of my left.

Landon studied my hands in puzzlement, then spotted the open tube of super glue on the counter. Light dawned. “You glued your hands together?”

The total disbelief in his tone got my back up a little. “Well, you’re the detective! What’s it look like to you?”

That earned me a glare. “How did you manage to do that? What were you thinking?”

“I don’t know. Obviously I wasn’t thinking!” I shouted, more irritated with myself than with him, but he was getting that exasperated dazed look I so despised again.

“Watch your tone.”

“Oh,
bite me!
” I yelled, borrowing one of Seb’s favorite phrases.

Let me just say this was another unintelligent move on my part. When your hands are glued together in front of you, you can’t exactly protect your bottom.

In no time flat I was across his knee with my robe shoved up out of his way. Never had I felt so helpless as I did with my hands totally useless in front of me, stuck together like I was fixing to dive into the pool.

“Owwwwwww… Landon, I’m sorreeeeee… owwwwwwwwwww!”

As his hand lit a fire in my behind, I kicked my feet and my arms pumped like a demented pump jack in front of me.

“I warned you to watch your tone,” he reminded me as he began to pay special attention to the area where my thighs met my bottom.

“Owwwww! Oww! I know, I’m sorreee… I just already felt so stupid… and you were giving me that look. Owww!!!”

“I reacted like anyone else would when faced with another of your calamities. Did I cut your finger?” he asked with another well-placed swat that made me kick anew.

“Noooooooooo.”

“Who cut your finger?” Another stinger.

“
I-eeeeoooowww did!
”

“Did I glue your hands together?”

“
Owwwwww! Owwww! Nooooooooooooo!!
”

“Who did that brilliant piece of work?”

“Meeee!
Ow ow owiiieeeeeeeee!
”

“So is any of this situation my fault?”

“Yyyyyeeeeeeeeoooooooooooooooch… noooooooooooooooooooo!”

“Whose fault is it?”

“Mineeeeeee… I’m sorreeeeeeeee!”

“That’s right. Did I do anything to deserve the way you spoke to me?”

“
Oooooowwwwwwwwwiiiiiiieeeeeee!
Noooooo…” I wailed with a heartfelt sniff.

Suddenly I was standing upright before him again with a stinging bottom to go with my hurt finger and bonded hands.

“I’m sorry, Landon.”

“I know, baby… let’s go get those hands unstuck and I’ll kiss it all better.”

And he did. So maybe on second thought… the day wasn’t so bad.

Singed on Both Ends

For some reason I’d wanted a cigarette for a week. It just sounded good. I’d been stressed and one wouldn’t hurt, right? I could sneak one of my sister’s and no one would be the wiser.

We were supposed to have dinner at her house that night anyway. I got there before anyone, even my sister. I snuck one out of her kitchen pack and lit it in the gas stove just like I’d seen her do a thousand and one times.

I inhaled deeply and promptly choked. Next breath I just took it in my mouth and inhaled a little at a time. Yes, this sure was relaxing!
Not!

After my fourth puff I decided smoking was not all it was cracked up to be and flushed the evidence.

I had my coughing under control when my sister walked in with Landon right behind her.

They both stared at me.

“What?”

Sharon frowned at me. “What’s that white stuff in your eyelashes and eyebrows?”

“White stuff?”

“Yeah, it looks funny,” Landon said, reaching over and brushing the said white stuff off.

I felt tiny things falling down my face.

“Your eyebrows just fell off!” Landon cried in alarm.

“What!?” I gasped and ran to the bathroom mirror. Sure enough, my eyebrows had fallen partially out. The rest were still white and when I brushed my fingers across them, they fell out too. And my eyelashes were a thing of the past.

I looked miserably from the bathroom mirror to where Landon and Sharon stood in the doorway.

“They all fell out!” I wailed.

“What on earth did you do?” my ever-helpful sister asked.

“I guess maybe I singed them on the stove.”

“How would you do that?” Landon asked in puzzlement.

“You snitched a cigarette!” Sharon yelled like it was some great discovery.

“Shannon doesn’t smoke. She wouldn’t do that,” Landon defended, and then he looked at my guilty face. “Shannon?”

“Well, it was just one. I didn’t think one could do any harm. I thought it would be relaxing. I didn’t expect to singe my eyebrows off.”

“That’s not all that’s getting singed!”

I blushed and my sister chuckled knowingly as Landon led me from the room to the computer room where he sat down on the armless desk chair.

“I can’t believe you did that, Shannon. That was so dumb. Why would you pick up a cigarette to begin with? And why light it on the stove?”

“Sharon does it all the time.”

“You’re not Sharon and she doesn’t have asthma!”

So of course that’s how I found myself across his lap yet again about to get a singed backside to go with my eyebrows.

“Landon! Wait! Can’t we wait until we get home?” I was so embarrassed at the thought of my sister hearing my spanking.

A loud voice called out from the kitchen, “Don’t worry, the kids aren’t home yet and I’ve thought you needed a good spanking for years!”

So much for sisterly solidarity!

“See, she doesn’t mind,” Landon said as he jerked my jeans and panties to my knees.

“I mind!” I yelled just before his hand crashed down on my poor unprotected backside.

“You don’t get a vote,” he informed me before pulling me in tighter as he began to impart his opinions about smoking with the firm application of his broad palm to my bottom.

Since he knew the kids were on their way home, he didn’t waste any time. He spanked me hard and fast, spending the majority of his time on the tender crease of my thighs. With his attentions centered in such a concentrated area it took very little time before I was crying softly over his lap and promising never to touch a cigarette again.

Once he’d made sure I’d be sitting gingerly through dinner, Landon pulled my pants up and cuddled me on his lap while I cried about my sore bottom and my lost eyelashes and eyebrows.

He wasn’t all that sympathetic.

Surely they’d grow back. Right?

Video Villianness

I smiled at the video store clerk as I handed over
Two Weeks Notice
and
Maid in Manhattan
.

The unsmiling young man took my selections and scanned them through the computer. “You realize that you have a late fee on
Secretary,
right?”

I felt a blush steal up my neck, horrified that he’d said it so loudly. Couldn’t he have just said I had a late fee? That’s what they’d said every other time I brought movies back late. I don’t think it was a coincidence that the little geek started smiling broadly.

“Yes, I know I have a late fee.”

“Let’s see, you had
Secretary
for a three-day rental, then you called back and said you’d like to keep it for a few more days. So
Secretary
ended up being three days late.”

I wanted to crawl under the counter. I was sure all eyes in the video store were aimed at me and the scarlet letter branded across my chest: A big red ‘S.’ The little shit might as well have yelled, “Spanko on aisle three!”

Landon chose that moment to walk up. “What’s wrong? Late fee?”

Before I could open my mouth, the pipsqueak piped up, “Yes, sir,
Secretary
is three days late.”

Landon whispered softly into my ear, “
Secretary?
”

I glared at him and gave a quick nod before turning my attention back to Geek Boy. “Just add in the late fee, please.”

The clerk smiled boldly at me and began tallying the figures as I plotted revenge. I shot a sideways glance at Landon and decided that he would frown upon me lobbing the head off the teenage mutant. I sighed and then looked over at the display of movie popcorn and candy. Perfect!

“Honey, you pay, I’ve got to go to the restroom.” Then I turned and ‘accidentally’ tripped into the display. I hid my pleasure at the sight of candy and popcorn flying chaotically around me. “Oh, no… I’m so sorry.”

Geek Boy’s face turned a dull red as I turned and apologized with a small smirk for his eyes only. “That’s okay, ma’am. Don’t worry, I’ll pick it up.”

I smiled sweetly. “Thank you.”

I turned and hummed my way out of the video store, Landon following close behind with the movies. Of course I didn’t look at any of the other customers. I didn’t want to know who in my small town knew my secret.

Ignorance is bliss!

As we drove back to the house, Landon sent a stern look in my direction. “That wasn’t very nice, Shannon.”

I tried for innocence. “What are you talking about?”

“Shannon, don’t compound your error in judgment by lying to me.”

As I opened my mouth to respond, I received another fierce sideways glare. “Oh, all right! He deserved it!”

“Shannon, he was a kid.”

“That
kid
knew exactly what he was doing!”

“He was still a kid and you shouldn’t have retaliated on his level. You’re an adult.”

I let out a big ‘humpf’ sound as I hunched down in my seat with a roll of my eyes.

“Young lady, when we get home I want you to go straight into the study.”

“Study? Since when do we have a study?”

An exasperated growl escaped Landon. “The room with the big desk.”

“Oh, the computer-slash-guest room-slash-office?”

“Shannon, don’t be difficult.”

I sighed again. “What, you want me to pay bills? I was gonna watch
Maid in Manhattan
.”

“No. I want you to go into the study, drop your pants, and bend over the desk.”

This time when the inevitable red crept up my face, it wasn’t all mortification or horror. A little tingle went up my spine as I recalled the desk scene in
Secretary
.

As we pulled into the driveway, I sat up in my seat and stared at Landon.

“I’m serious. By the time I get there, you’d better be in position.”

I blushed a deeper shade of red and nodded before getting out of the car and running into the house to do his bidding. I knew he meant to spank me for a punishment, but I was rather excited about it for a change. Both eager and anxious to see exactly what he had in mind. I hoped it wasn’t me just yelling a string of ‘ouches’ and ‘ooowwwwieees.’

I went to the ‘study’ and pulled down my pants before bending across the broad desk. It felt really funny. Landon usually pulled my pants and panties down for me. I felt even more vulnerable than usual bent bare and exposed across the desk waiting for him to come.