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as Rodney had told her to position herself
for her birthday spanking. She’d never been spanked, but she was always game
for a laugh, so she’d leaned over the arm of the couch and lifted her ass.
Rodney had delivered a few, counting out the number, then handed the paddle to
someone else. She couldn’t even remember who . All she
remembered was the cheering, how fucking turned-on she was, and how inside, she
was begging, pleading, even though she had no idea why , for Maverick to
take the paddle.
    The
count had gotten up to ten and then the paddle was handed to Maverick. Celia
would never forget his slow, wicked smile, as he took the implement in his
hand. With that massive bear of a man she’d loved since she was a little girl,
wielding a paddle and about to spank her, she’d lost her shit.
    “Uh
uh!” she said. “No way. I’m not offering my ass to him!”
    She
was afraid she wouldn’t sit for a week, although inside she was quaking,
aroused and flaming hot, as licks of fire ripped through her. He was easily
twice the size of every other guy there. Maverick had simply tossed the paddle
to Rodney, laughing, as he snagged her around the belt loop, sat down on the
couch, and hauled her over his lap.
    “Who
said anything about offering?” he said, as he proceeded to deliver the remainder
of her birthday spanks with slow, stinging swats counted out loud with the rest
of the raucous crowd. When he was done, he’d unceremoniously dumped her on the
couch and wished her a happy birthday.
    And
he’d changed her life forever.
    She’d
never been more turned on in her life. Heat flamed in her chest and between her
legs. She couldn’t breathe, her breath coming in gasps as the heady swirl of
arousal made her dizzy. Her heart threatened to pound out of her chest. And
Maverick simply sat there, popped the bottle off another beer, and told her to
be a good girl.  
    She’d replayed that alone in her bedroom so many times , she’d lost count .
The seat of her pants flaming hot, Maverick’s bottle of beer up to his lips,
“Be a good girl, Celia,” in his deep, husky voice. The feel of her belly over
his knees, and the slap and sting of his enormous palm on her jean-clad bottom.
Celia didn’t really know why she was so turned on, but after a while, she
stopped questioning it. It was something deeper than her reason; it was primal,
and out of her control. All she knew was that the thought of being disciplined
by Maverick was the sexiest thing she’d ever imagined, but it was more than
sexy. There was something reassuring, even sweet about it, though she couldn’t
quite put her finger on it.
    Rodney
and Maverick had kept their interest in BDSM and spanking hidden from Celia for
a while, but she had her ways. Really, who kept a paddle in their pockets
anyway? She didn’t buy the birthday excuse. She’d found out, met some of their
friends into the scene, and she’d been interested ever since.
    And
damn it all to hell, if she wasn’t head over heels in love with her best
friend.
    “What’th
up, Maverick?” she asked, swirling the spoon in the peanut butter and then plunging
it into the frosting. She’d feel like absolute shit when she hit the treadmill
in the morning, but she’d burn it off and then some. She shoved the spoon in
her mouth, but somehow, with Maverick on the other end of the line, it had
suddenly lost its appeal. He’d give her “that look” anyway. No fair.
    “What
time are we supposed to be meeting at Rodney’s?” he asked.
    “Theven,”
she said, peanut butter stuck to the top of her mouth. She washed it down with
another spoonful of frosting. It didn’t help.
    “Are
you okay?” he asked.
    “Jutht
taking my medithine,” she mumbled back into the phone.
    She
heard a low growl on the other end of the phone. She felt a twinge of guilt,
and quickly scooped another bit of peanut butter and chocolate, stood, and
yanked open the cabinet. She extracted a bag of chocolate chips, tore them
open,