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Storia MidReal
Whispers of Desire: The Spanking Confession
Scenario:I like spanking...cant get enough of it...some call it a fetish....I call it Life.
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Emily Carter
central character, friends with Mark and Sarah, petite with fiery red hair, adventurous and unapologetic
Mark Jensen
Emily's best friend and confidant, single, tall with a rugged beard, loyal and protective
Sarah Lee
Emily's roommate and moral compass, dating Tom, athletic build with short black hair, pragmatic and supportive
Chapter 1
"Spanking is a way of life."
I was sitting at the bar, sipping on my drink, when a guy came over and sat next to me.
He was tall, with a rugged beard that made him look like he’d just come back from a long trip in the mountains.
I turned to him and raised an eyebrow.
"What did you say?"
he asked, his eyes wide.
"Spanking is a way of life," I repeated, nodding.
The guy looked at me as if I had two heads.
"Are you serious?"
he asked.
I nodded again.
He shook his head and got up from his seat.
"You’re crazy," he said before walking away.
The guy had been nice looking, but I didn’t care about that.
I was at the bar to have a good time with my friends and enjoy myself.
Before I could lose myself in thought, my phone vibrated against the bar counter.
It was a text from Mark Jensen—my best friend since high school and one of the most important people in my life.
Mark was single, tall, and ripped like you wouldn’t believe.
He had dark hair and fair skin that made him look like he belonged on a beach somewhere in Florida instead of California.
Mark was one of the good ones, and I loved him like a brother.
He had always been there for me when I needed someone to talk to or when I needed help with something, which meant more than he’d ever know.
I checked the message from Mark: Hey Ems, I’m at The Royal Exchange having a beer with some friends from college.
Come join us if you’re free!
I smiled as soon as I read Mark’s text.
"Anything for you."
I quickly replied to his message before finishing the rest of my drink.
After paying my tab, I grabbed my purse and made my way out of the bar and into the street.
The Royal Exchange was only three blocks away from where I’d been drinking, so it didn’t take me long to get there.
I walked into the bar and looked around until I saw Mark sitting at the counter with a beer in his hand.
His eyes widened as soon as he saw me, and his mouth broke out into a big smile when he caught sight of me walking toward him.
As soon as I reached him, he hopped off his stool and wrapped an arm around my shoulders before pulling me in for a tight hug.
"Yeah, something like that," I said, smiling.
"Your friends are here?"
He turned around.
"Yeah, they’re in the back. Come on!"
He grabbed my wrist, pulling me along as he made his way through the bar.
We arrived at a table where three other people were sitting and chatting with one another.
"I’m back!"
Mark announced as soon as we arrived.
Everyone turned to us with wide smiles on their faces when they saw who Mark had brought over to them.
"Emily!" one of his friends exclaimed, pulling me in for a hug when they noticed me.
"How are you? It’s been forever since we’ve seen each other!"
"It has! But I’m doing great," I said as soon as she released me from the hug.
"And you?"
"Same old, same old."
She shrugged her shoulders before taking a sip out of her drink.
As soon as we finished greeting one another, Mark sat down at the table while I took the seat next to him.
"Oh! Guys, this is Emily," Mark said, gesturing toward me.
"She’s my best friend. We’ve known each other since high school."
The others turned to face me after Mark made the introduction.
I smiled before taking another sip of my margarita.
"Thanks," I said, turning to face him.
"It’s all mine, actually. But you can call me Emily."
There was something about the way this guy had approached me that made me want to have some fun with him.
Sure, he was nice looking and seemed like he could be a good guy to talk to, but there were no sparks between us…and even if there had been, it wouldn’t have mattered.
I was an independent woman who didn’t need anyone else in her life to make herself happy.
"Hmm…"
The man nodded before placing an elbow against the bar counter and resting his head on his hand.
"So…do you come here often?"
I shrugged my shoulders.
"I’ve been here a couple of times with friends and coworkers, but nothing formal. How about you?"
"Only when I’m around," he said with a grin.
"And what brings you to the city?"
"Just work. What do you do for a living?"
He leaned in closer, looking as if he was hanging on to every word that left my mouth.
"You first."
I thought about lying—I probably should have—but decided against it at the last second.
"I’m an accountant at PriceWaterhouseCoopers," I said, smiling.
"Cool! So…"
He took another sip of his drink before turning to face me again.
"Hey, Em."
My best friend’s familiar baritone filled my ears the second I’d finished sitting down at the counter.
Smiling to myself, I reached into my purse and pulled out my phone before glancing at the message that Mark had just sent me:Royal Exchange
Right now
You coming?
"I’m already here," I texted him back, looking around the bar for any signs of him in the crowd.
It didn’t take long for me to find him; there were only a handful of faces in the room that could make my heart pound with excitement after all this time, and Mark Jensen was one of them.
Adjusting my purse on my shoulder, I turned to look at my half-finished drink before shaking my head and leaving some cash on the counter.
I had been sitting alone for the past ten minutes or so; it wasn’t like Mark would have a problem with me ditching my margarita and joining him for a couple of beers, anyway.
He knew all too well how much I loved to drink beer straight out of the bottle; as a matter of fact, he’d been there practically every time that I’d done so in the past decade or so since we’d graduated from high school together.
This evening wouldn’t be an exception either; after finishing my margarita, I quickly downed the last of my tequila shot before turning around and heading toward Mark.
I was only three blocks away from The Royal Exchange, which meant that it didn’t take me long at all to walk there.
By the time I made it to my destination, I’d already received a response from Mark: I’ll be waiting for you
When I finally pushed through the entrance of The Royal Exchange, I didn’t have any trouble finding Mark.
He was seated at the end of the bar with a bottle of beer in one hand and his phone in another, looking as handsome as ever with his rugged beard and towering figure.
Mark had always been taller than most people around our small town; he was now easily six-foot-four or five, and his muscular build didn’t help him blend in anywhere either.
It made him stand out like a sore thumb amidst all of these city slickers, but he could care less about what other people thought of him anyway.
That was just how he rolled.
As soon as he saw me walking toward him, Mark put his phone down on the counter before turning around to face me.
"Hey there," he said, wrapping an arm around my shoulder when I slid into the seat next to him.
"Thank goodness you’re here."
Chapter 2
I laughed at that remark; Mark always had something funny to say, no matter what the situation was.
It was part of the reason why he’d been my best friend for so long, and I could never get enough of his witty sense of humor.
"You say that every time we meet up," I pointed out, taking a sip from his beer when he held it out in front of me.
"Does it ever get old?"
Mark shook his head, his blue eyes twinkling with amusement.
"Never."
I took another swig of his beer before passing it back to him. "Well, in that case, I think I've got plenty more stories for you."
And I did.
After all the things that had happened to me over the years—things like people making fun of me for my hair or judging me because of my lifestyle—I knew that I'd have plenty more stories about all that crap coming from here on out.
Even after all this time, some people still couldn't keep their opinions about me to themselves.
Their words hurt sometimes.
I had to admit that even though I’d been called many things in my life because of my hair color or lifestyle choice, stupid wasn't one of them.
As a matter of fact, some people had told me that I was smart for thinking up this plan to escape from my small town and the judgmental people who lived there.
Even though their comments might have been meant as compliments, they still hurt like hell.
And those words hurt more than any other insult that anyone could ever throw at me.
Thankfully, all of those thoughts were still inside my head.
On the outside, I still looked as calm and collected as ever; none of Mark's words or actions were bothering me in the slightest.
I simply smiled back at him and reached for his beer once again.
"Hey!"
Mark laughed when he caught sight of what I was doing. "That's mine."
"So share," I told him with a grin as I took another swig from his bottle and put it down on the counter before sliding out of my seat.
"It's getting late; we should probably head home."
Mark stood up beside me and held an arm out for me to take hold of.
"You're probably right about that. You wanna get going?"
Taking hold of his arm, I nodded.
"Yeah, let’s go."
As soon as my hand came into contact with the cool night air, goosebumps started to form all along my arm.
It was definitely a lot cooler outside than it was in the bar, and even the leather jacket that I was wearing couldn’t keep out the chill from the wind.
We’d only been walking for a couple of minutes when Mark took notice of how cold it was getting outside and pointed back in the direction of the bar.
"You wanna head back inside for another drink?" "Nah, it’s okay," I told him with a smile.
"It’s not that much further to where we live. We can make it back there in no time."
And besides, if we went back inside The Royal Exchange right now, there was a good chance that he and I would end up staying here until they closed down for the night.
Mark Jensen asked as we continued to walk down the sidewalk, talking about anything and everything that came up in our minds.
I just shook my head at him with a grin on my face.
"You know how much I hate eating after nine."
And it was true too; I never liked to eat anything right before going to bed.
It just didn’t make sense to me. "But you could always grab something if you’re hungry. I won’t stop you."
"Of course, you won’t," Mark teased with a laugh.
"Because you’d be too busy trying to steal my food for yourself anyway."
He was right about that too, but there was no way in hell that I would ever admit it out loud to anyone…not even him.
"I can’t help it when your food always looks so much better than mine," I told him instead with a playful smile on my face.
I really wish that my boyfriend thought the same thing, but he didn’t seem like he knew what he had when he had me…even though we’ve been together for three years now."Speaking of which, how is Justin doing these days?"
Mark asked as we climbed up a small set of stairs that led to the front door of our building.
I sighed loudly at the reminder of my ex-boyfriend’s name after our breakup earlier this week.
"He’s still breathing," I told Mark with a smile on my face.
"Other than that, your guess is as good as mine."
I also couldn’t help but notice how he didn’t seem all that surprised by what had happened between Justin and me.
But considering how things have been going over the last few months, that wasn't surprising to me in the slightest.
However, it did hurt to know that Justin never really appreciated me or the things I did for him…like when he found out that his girlfriend’s hair color was something some people might consider "unnatural" so he begged me to dye my hair back to its original color because "it embarrassed him".
Even after all of the support that I had given him during medical school and how many times I cooked him dinner while he was too busy studying to do it himself.
Mark put a hand on my shoulder to let me know that he knew exactly what I was talking about for once.
The two of us stood there in silence for a few minutes before Mark finally turned his head to look at me again.
"Hey," he said softly.
"If you ever need someone to talk to…"
"I know," I interrupted with a small smile on my face.
"I appreciate the offer."
"Alright. But it’s not as exciting as you think. If anything, it’s boring." "I doubt that very much."
Mark raised his eyebrows at me for a moment and then turned back around.
"So what happened with this Dr. Trevor Allan guy?"
I sighed again as we walked up the stairs together.
"He let one of his patients go because of their lifestyle choices."
"What does that mean?"
Mark asked as he unlocked the front door.
I shrugged my shoulders.
"I’m not exactly sure. All he said was that they were into BDSM and he didn’t want them coming into his private practice anymore."
"That's stupid!"
"Yeah! That’s exactly what I told him."
I said as I opened the door and stepped inside.
"But when he found out that it was my preference too…"
My voice trailed off as Mark and I made our way down the hallway towards my apartment.
He stopped walking and looked at me for a moment before speaking again.
"Wait…you’re into BDSM too?"
His eyes widened as if he couldn't believe me.
"Is there something wrong with that?"
I asked in confusion because normally Mark never judged me for things like this.
When I first met him, I thought he would be one of those guys who would judge me for being a girl who liked to get spanked on occasion.
But much to my surprise, Mark was different.
He accepted me for who I was and never made me feel like there was anything wrong with it.
And because of that, he quickly became one of my closest friends in college.
"No," Mark said as he shook his head.
"I just never knew that you…"
He paused for a moment as if he didn’t know what to say next.
"That I what?"
I asked when the silence between us became too much to bear.
Mark took a deep breath and let it out slowly before speaking again.
"Did you mean sexual spanking or just the kind where you go out looking for trouble so that someone will give you a good smack on the ass?"
…not that it’s any of your business, but yes!
But before Mark could say anything else, I continued on.
"But it’s not just something that I do because it feels good. It’s something that I need."
"What do you mean by that?"
Mark asked as he tilted his head to the side in confusion.
"It's hard to explain, but sexual spanking is something that makes me feel complete. And it’s not just the kind of thing that I do in bed with someone special either…it's something that I need all the time." "What about you? Do you have any kinks that I should know about?"
"You know what? Nevermind," Mark said as he turned around and started walking back down the hallway without saying another word to me.
"There are safer ways for us to have fun without going into one of those BDSM clubs." "It's not just about sex!"
I called after him as we got closer to my apartment.
"It's about finding someone who will accept me for who I am and not try to change me."
"But if these places make you happy then why are you trying so hard to hide them from everyone else?"
Chapter 3
"I had to go to a work thing for Sarah's new job," I said as I took a sip of my drink.
"And while I was there, I met a guy at the bar who couldn't believe that spanking was something I do on a regular basis."
"So he wasn't into it?"
Mark asked as he raised an eyebrow at me.
"Actually, he was," I said with a shrug.
"But only after I showed him how serious I was about it."
"And what did you show him?"
Mark asked as he leaned in closer to me with a grin on his face.
"That's for me to know and you to find out," I said as we clinked our glasses together and took another drink.
"Wow, I can't believe you actually found someone like that. Did you tell him where you worked?"
"No. But even if I had, it probably wouldn't have made any difference. Most guys assume that if they spank me hard enough, eventually they’ll be able to fuck the kink right out of me."
"Do you think that's true?"
Mark asked as he raised one eyebrow at me and downed the rest of his drink.
"I don’t know. That’s the problem. It’s really hard for me to find someone who I can be open with about these kinds of things. Even my best friend doesn't understand it…"
Which is why Sarah had been so desperate to set me up with one of Tom's friends when she found out I was single again.
She didn’t want me to be lonely, but none of them were into spanking and it only made things worse.
"It's not just something that I enjoy from time to time…it's something that I need a lot more than most people realize."
"Just be careful, okay? There are some guys out there who will take advantage of you if they find out about your kink."
"What if they're the ones who are getting taken advantage of?" "What do you mean by that?"
"Well, my ex-boyfriend Justin used to love spanking me in bed. But when he found out it was something I needed all the time, he couldn’t handle it anymore."
"What happened? Did you break up with him?"
"No. He broke up with me."
I said with a sigh as I stared off into the distance.
"Justin was so excited when I first told him about it. He said that being able to spank a girl like me was every guy’s fantasy come true."
"But eventually, he started to feel like he couldn’t measure up to all the other guys who were trying to get their hands on my perfect ass. And one day, he just woke up and decided that I wasn’t worth the trouble anymore."
"Justin sounds like a real jerk," Mark said as he shook his head in disapproval.
"You're better off without him."
"It’s not that simple," I said as I turned back around and looked straight into Mark's eyes.
"Despite everything, Justin and I were really good together. We understood each other in ways that nobody else ever could, and the sex was out of this world."
I said with a grin as I thought back on some of our most memorable nights together.
"But even though he enjoyed spanking me, he didn't like it when other people found out about it. And sooner or later, everyone does." "So what changed?"
"I did," I said with a sigh as I turned my attention back to my drink.
"I tried my best to keep things under wraps for as long as possible, but eventually people started to get suspicious."
"And then what happened?"
"And how did that work out for you?"
"Let me put it this way…"
I said as I turned back around to face Mark and put my hand on his leg.
"We wouldn’t have had to break up if he had been more open-minded about it."
"I know what you mean," Mark said with a knowing smile.
"There are some guys who would give anything to get their hands on a hot girl like you. And they'd be more than happy to indulge your kink. The problem is, most of them aren't looking for anything serious. And the ones that are willing to commit usually don't understand your need for discipline in the same way that Justin did." "Exactly!"
"But it doesn't have to be that way…"
I trailed off as I noticed that Mark had suddenly stopped smiling and was staring at something behind me with a shocked expression on his face.
"Is everything okay?"
I asked as I turned around to see what was going on.
And that’s when I saw him…
He had dark hair and rugged good looks that made every woman in the bar stop and stare.
Including me.
And then I saw his face, and all the blood drained from mine.
He was my ex-boyfriend Justin.
"Shit," I muttered under my breath as I turned back around to face Mark.
"Are you okay?"
Mark asked as he moved to sit next to me and put his arm around my shoulder.
"I'm fine."
I said with a forced smile, but deep down I knew that everything was about to change.
"I don't want to talk about it right now."
"Are you sure you're okay?"
"Yeah, I'm sure. How could I not be? It's not every day that the one who got away shows up out of the blue like this."
I said with a nervous chuckle as I took another sip of my drink.
"And besides, it's been over two years since we broke up. He probably doesn't even remember me anymore." "That's definitely not true."
Mark said with a grin as he stared at the door behind me.
"He's been looking over here ever since he walked in."
"Really?"
And as soon as our eyes met, I knew that all my worst fears were true.
Not only did he still remember me, but there was still something there between us…something that had never really gone away.
We hadn’t even said a word to each other yet, and already the air between us was charged with sexual tension so thick I could cut it with a knife.
On instinct, I reached down beneath the bar and squeezed Mark’s hand tightly in mine, silently reminding him that I was there with him tonight and not Justin.
"Is that why you broke up?"
Mark asked, his eyes widening in surprise as he glanced over at me.
I nodded slowly, my eyes never leaving Justin's face.
"We had…intense chemistry."
"When we were together, we just…fit."
I continued, my voice dropping to a whisper as I started to remember all the things about him that had made my heart race and my body ache with desire.
"When we kissed…it felt like the world was going to end. When he touched me…I felt like I was going to explode. And when he made love to me…it felt like nothing else mattered…like we were the only two people in the world at that moment in time. We were so in sync it was almost scary." "Wow."
Mark breathed out as he stared down at his drink.
"That sounds…pretty intense."
"It wasn't just intense…"
I said before trailing off as I tried to explain how it felt when Justin took off his belt and spanked me until I couldn't breathe, until tears streamed down my face and my body shook from the force of each blow.
It wasn't just intense…it was indescribable.
All those months later and I still couldn’t quite put into words what it felt like when he pushed me up against a wall or bent me over his knee or tied me to his bedposts.
There was something about his sexuality that was raw and primal in a way I had never experienced before.
He wanted me more than he had ever wanted any other woman, and it showed in the way he treated me both in and out of the bedroom.
When we made love he was dominant but caring; possessive but gentle.
When we fucked he was aggressive and demanding; rough but always careful not to hurt me too much.
Sometimes I couldn't catch my breath because of all the pleasure coursing through my body.
But no matter how much it hurt, I always wanted more – more pain, more pleasure, more Justin – until my entire body was consumed with desire for him.
And when I finally did come down from that euphoric high and opened my eyes again, I always found him staring down at me with that same look of wonder on his face like he couldn’t quite believe that someone as beautiful as me would want someone like him.
He had so many issues – deep-seated insecurities that took years of therapy to work through – but there were moments when they all just seemed to melt away.
When we were together like that it almost seemed like everything was going to be okay…like we could actually have a future together someday…
Chapter 4