Bad Bad Girl

What exactly had happened, she didn’t know. What her feelings were, she had no idea. All she knew was she had just been spanked for the first time in her life, and as much as it had stung like a son-of-a-bitch, she’d liked it—a lot.

45

Squatting in the flowerbed in Neely’s backyard, Rebecca had just finished spilling her guts about her last tattoo session with Sawyer. Even though she’d left out the spanking part, she admitted to having a connection of some sort, and confessed that things had got ‘heated’. But actually admitting to the fact that she’d been spanked yesterday just seemed bizarre. She couldn’t believe it had happened herself. When Sawyer was done spanking her, she’d gathered her stuff, thanked him for the tattoo, apologized for fainting, and left. He had just spanked her bottom, and she’d hastily left! It seemed like he was going to try and stop her, but she didn’t give him the chance as she bolted out the door.

She needed to talk to someone, and try to process the crazy bundle of emotions going through her. If anyone would understand, it would be Neely. And in turn, Neely benefited from some free manual labor, helping with weeding her garden.

“So, you’re not going to see him again? Just like that?” Neely always did get straight to the point when she asked questions. As much as it was a pain in the ass sometimes, Rebecca had to admit she appreciated her friend being so forthcoming.

“Not until I get more work done on the tattoo. I have at least two more weeks of healing.” She shrugged her shoulders and continued to pull at the weeds, grateful that she didn’t have to make eye contact.

“And that’s all it was? Just a momentary connection of some sort while getting a tattoo?”

“What are you getting at?”

Neely sighed, sat back on her haunches and dusted the dirt off of her hands. “You aren’t fooling anyone, especially me. I know there is more, and you are just too damn stubborn to admit it.”

Rebecca stopped weeding and turned to look at her friend. “Does it matter if there was? Sure, the fantasy of Sawyer is exciting, but the reality is just… well, it would just never work.”

“Why? Because he’s a tattoo artist? Because he’s covered in head to toe tattoos? So what if he isn’t your usual type.”

“That’s not it at all.” Rebecca sighed. “He’s friends with Caine, remember?”

Neely raised an eyebrow and shook her head. “So? I’m not understanding what Caine has to do with this.”

“Sawyer believes in the same crazy things your husband does,” she spat. Rebecca could feel the heat washing over her face just having to think about his beliefs, and the fact that he’d given her a firsthand taste of it.

It was clear on Neely’s face that the realization of what Rebecca had meant set in. She smiled and said, “Ah, I see. You are actually considering the fact that Sawyer spanks. I think you’re picturing what it would be like.” She laughed and stood up and dusted her knees off before reaching out her hand to help Rebecca up off the ground. “Come on, let’s get something to drink and sit in the shade.”

Rebecca followed her to the table on the porch and sat down while Neely went inside to get refreshments. She hated the fact that she had to have this conversation. It embarrassed her to even have to discuss the ‘s’ word, but at the same time, she needed to get this off her chest. And Neely was one of the few people who could understand.

“It’s too early for wine,” Neely said, as she walked back outside with full hands. “So I found fixings for mimosas.” She smiled and brandished the bottle of champagne in one hand. She began pouring the drinks, still laughing at her own thoughts.

“So I have more of a confession,” Rebecca blurted. “He actually spanked me after I fainted!”

Neely froze on the spot, stunned into silence.

“I don’t know how it happened. Everything just went by in a blur. And then, when he was done, I just got my stuff and left. It was like nothing had happened!”

Neely started to laugh as she sat down.

Rebecca crossed her arms and pouted. “This isn’t funny, Neely. I blame you. You’re the one who told me I should use him to get my tattoo.”

“Oh, wait a minute. I didn’t think you should have gotten the tattoo to begin with. But with that said, what’s the big deal? So he believes in DD. Almost all of your friends do.”

“But I don’t! There is no way in hell I would be in a relationship with someone who spanks me. No way.”

“Why?”

Rebecca almost choked on the first sip of her drink. “Why? Are you really asking me that? You all act like getting your ass beat is normal. Just because you, Coley and even Kendall are into this… kink, doesn’t mean it’s not crazy. How am I the odd one in this situation?”