by Leigh Smith
The first time she saw him, he was getting out of a long, sleek limousine. Wearing a white Oxford cloth shirt, open from the neckline with the sleeves rolled up and tucked neatly into jeans which looked molded to his body, she didn't think his legs would ever stop coming out of the car door. When her eyes finally reached his face, it reminded her of chiseled stone. His ebony hair curled slightly at the back of his neck, with gray-blue eyes fringed with dark black lashes. She adjusted her eyes accordingly when he emerged; he had to be at least 6'8" and 4 feet of him had to be legs. Beautiful was the only word she could think of to describe him and even that didn't define the reality of him. She nearly fainted right there in the street. She didn't believe she would ever swoon over someone, and here she was doing it over a stranger.
Now, thirty years later, his black hair was slightly peppered with gray. He was beautiful as ever, and she still swooned, but this time those gray-blue eyes were searching the crowd looking for her and when he found her she could see the love as he strode forward to embrace her. He took her hand and they walked into the theatre together.
As she sat there waiting for the program to commence, her mind went back to their beginning. The first time Erica Sanders met Scott Carson, he had just taken over the reins of his family's company, Carson Environmental Solutions, Inc. Her employer, Jensen Manufacturing, had hired CESI to assist in making their company more environmentally friendly.
Erica Sanders had transferred from Jensen Manufacturing's corporate office to this smaller branch after her divorce five years ago. Her ex-husband, James Sanders, was the son of one of the members of the board of directors. To avoid any conflict of interest and any thoughts she might be trading on his name or their relationship, she made the move to the smaller office. The move worked well for Erica, she was able to showcase her abilities and made quite a name for herself.
Representatives from Jensen Manufacturing were all seated around the table in the board room when the receptionist escorted Scott Carson into the room. Erica tried to stand along with the others, but the heel of her shoe caught in the rug at that moment and she grabbed onto the table for balance. She was flabbergasted and star struck. Here, standing in front of her was that absolutely beautiful man who had captured her attention and taken her breath away on the street that morning. It wasn't professional to stare but that's what she was doing when her boss made the introductions.
"Erica has been doing great things for us Scott and we've assigned her as Project Manager."
"I look forward to making Jensen Manufacturing more environmentally friendly. I'm sure Erica and I will be able to come up with solutions that are best for you and the environment. Don't you agree Erica?"
Scott was all charm and grace but 'of course' was all she managed at that moment. She didn't say a word about the plans and schematics she had been working on for weeks prior to the meeting. Scott just smiled at her and nodded.
As Project Manager, she and Scott would be working together in close quarters, and she had to figure out a way to see beyond his movie star looks quickly and think of him as just another co-worker. It wasn't going to be easy.
The evening's emcee was announcing the program's evening schedule and speaking about the reason for the gathering. As the slide show presentation began, Erica slipped back into her reverie.
The project demanded that Erica and Scott spend many working hours together. It wasn't long before they realized the sparks went way beyond the workplace. He would ask her to dinner on a regular basis, and she would refuse. Her excuse was that she didn't mix business with pleasure. She held on but secretly hoped that the attraction would survive until the end of the project. She sensed a decency about him and although he was extremely handsome and had been given every advantage, he was a down-to-earth humble gentleman. Later, when she met his parents, she knew why. He had been taught from a very early age that what counted was inside not outside, and it was reflected in his every encounter with others, no matter their station in life.
When the project was completed, her hopes were answered. He asked her to dinner again and this time she accepted. Erica was extremely nervous before their first date - since her divorce she hadn't dated that much. She had made a few friends, had gone out in groups and occasionally accepted a blind date set up by her friends, but Scott was different. Erica needn't have worried though as Scott was as charming as ever. They spent most of the evening telling each other tales of their childhood. He was surprised to learn that she was divorced and asked what's and whys of her divorce. She told him that they had just married much too young and were both stubborn and opinionated. She remembered him laughing at that remark, saying that after working with her, he definitely would agree. They compared notes on the marriages of their parents and both agreed that a traditional marriage where one person was in charge seemed to work best.
When it was time to say goodnight, neither one of them wanted the evening to end. At her door, he gave her a chaste kiss and pulled away but continued to look at her as if waiting for a further signal from her. She grabbed him back and kissed him passionately. They continued this way, kissing each other while standing in the doorway like a couple of teenagers. They finally made it inside, and she remembered he carried her upstairs to her bedroom. She was ready to make love, but instead he sat her on the bed and sat down next to her.
"I'm not the type of guy to start anything I can't finish. I am more than ready to take things to the next level, but I don't believe in one-night stands, so if you're ready to have a relationship with me, we can sleep together. If you're not, I'll go downstairs, and we can continue as we have been, just friends."
She had already had this conversation with herself and she was more than prepared for a relationship with this man, and had been eager since the first day she saw him.
"You are an amazing man, Scott, and I can't believe how fortunate I am to have met you. I think I began lusting for you from the first day we met. Since then, I've come to realize it may have started as lust, but I am falling in love with you more each day. So no, I don't want a one-night stand either, but I would take it if that is what was offered. To know that you are ready to take this to another level makes my heart leap with joy. I welcome you into my life and my bed. You are already in my heart and my head."
They didn't want a big wedding with all the hoopla. Erica's first wedding was a grand affair, and she didn't want to go through it again. Luckily for her, Scott agreed. He told her he really didn't care how they got married as long as they did and quickly. They decided the easiest way to get around this and their families' disapproval was to elope. So much to everyone's surprise, three weeks later they drove to Las Vegas and came back as Mr. and Mrs. Scott Anderson Carson.
They were so much in love. They couldn't seem to keep their hands off each other, spending more time making love than anything else. Their first disagreement was about that very issue. Their families wanted them to have a reception for family and friends to celebrate their marriage. Scott seemed to think it was unnecessary, and since it was so close to the holidays, he thought a New Year's party would solve the problem. He suggested the idea to Erica and she seemed to agree. However, after another haranguing phone call from her mother, Erica arranged to have a reception. She mailed the invitations without telling Scott. He found out when his sister mentioned in a casual conversation that she thought they were doing the right thing by giving in and having a reception. Scott stormed into the house that evening and didn't even say hello before the tirade began.
"I can't believe you went against my wishes. When did you plan on telling me, the night of the party?"
"I know Scott, but I couldn't take one more haranguing conversation with my mother. She even collaborated with your folks and I started getting pressure from both sides. I thought it would be easier to give in than fight it."
"We will see if you think so when I'm through with you."
"What do you mean?"
"What I mean is that you are going to get a spanking, and it will be one that will have you thinking about your decision for a day or so."
Before Erica knew what happened, her first marital spanking began and it was a doozy.
He took hold of her and in one quick movement removed both her slacks and her panties.
She didn't expect to fit so comfortably over those long legs. Erica waited for that first spank not knowing what was coming, but she was ready, or at least, thought she was. It hurt like hell. The first couple of spanks had her relaxing thinking she could handle this, but the longer it went on, the harder he spanked. Surely, this had to be more than his hand, she thought to herself. Her backside was on fire and she was sure she was bloodied and bruised. Imagine her surprise when after Scott released her, she ran to the bathroom to check her bum in the mirror, and it was barely red. How is that possible? she thought, feeling the heat radiating from her bum.
She remembered Scott coming up behind her and rubbing some of the sting out of her punished bottom. He cradled her in his arms to soothe her. He stroked her hair and nibbled on her ear. She melted into him and he picked her up and carried her to the bed. The make-up sex was more than memorable.
It may have been her first spanking but it was definitely not the last. Over the course of their thirty years, she often found herself over Scott's knee. Sometimes it was for some mischief she had committed and other times it was for fun and games, a reconnection or 'a who is in command' reminder spanking. Her tush was an open invitation to him and he rarely missed an opportunity to make the connection. Before Scott, she never thought of spanking as erotic, but as it turned out, they both enjoyed the activity. It was their little secret. When they were out, he often patted her behind and whispered what he planned to do when they got home. She would get all tingly with anticipation. Even when he spanked her for something he felt was unacceptable behavior, she was always accepting. She knew he was just trying to protect her from herself, and if he felt she had crossed a line, her backside would pay the price. It didn't worry her though; it was never harsh and always ended with them cuddling and great sex. Sometimes she wished it would leave a little sting long after the deed.
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