Jewel Ann - Idle Bloom

“So do you, Oli?” She sucks the last bit of frosting off her finger, in and out, in and out. “Do you think you can get it off?”

“Shit!” I yell, through clenched teeth as I fist my coffee cup sending hot liquid everywhere and my dick does the same damn thing in my pants.

We both jump to our feet as a few other people around us whisper and gawk.

“Oh my gosh, sir!” One of the employees rushes over with a towel. “Are you okay? Did you burn yourself?” She makes fast moves to clean up the table.

“No … um, I’m sorry.” I glance up at Vivian. She’s trying hard to hide her sadistic smile. I grab her hand and drag her out the door. She gasps as I pin her to the side of the building with my whole body. “Did you enjoy that?” I fight to control my anger that has been fueled by humiliation.

She doesn’t answer. Wide green eyes stare at me refusing to blink.

“Well the answer to your question is yes. I want to spank you so fucking bad right now and I’ve never wanted to spank anyone before.” I move my mouth next to her ear. “So congratulations, you’ll be my first,” I whisper before walking off without her and without looking back.

Vivian

Just a typical Monday morning. Alex invited me and my Dom to Cape Cod this weekend. I had my usual doughnut and coffee for breakfast. Then I showed up fifteen minutes late to work because my Dom threatened—scratch that, he promised—that he would spank me, therefore causing me to hide from him like a child and take the next train.

Me: Have you ever been spanked?

Alex: Yes, my parents were all ‘spare the rod spoil the child.’

Me: Not what I mean.

Alex: Not following …

Me: Has Sean ever spanked you … in bed.

Alex: Um … NO!

Me: Okay, just wondered. Have a good day!

Alex: NFW! Did Oliver spank you?!

Me: No … not yet.

Alex: ?

Me: There was an incident at DD this morning involving doughnuts, coffee, and cock stroking. Long story short, it didn’t end well. I’ll explain later, bye!

Alex: My naughty little Flower! Can’t wait!

I don’t even know who that guy was this morning. My Oli is sexy with a dash of spicy but a sweet aftertaste. The guy who pinned me to the wall this morning was one hundred percent Habanero on steroids.

“So how’s that new guy of yours?” Maggie asks while preparing her brown bag specials to be divvied out today.

“Hot, he’s very, very hot.”

She purrs like the cougar I’ve always suspected her to be. “Sounds like you have your hands full. The times he’s been in here he seems like the sweetest young man, a real gentleman. I think you definitely got the better one of the two Konrad boys.”

I’m not sure the gentleman she’s referring to still exists. Everyone has their breaking point, and I may have found Oliver’s this morning. He took the first train without me and he hasn’t called or texted since. I’m sure he’s thinking the same thing about me. It is possible that I’m the one who should be making contact first; an apology might be the proper protocol at this point.

Me: Did the coffee burn you this morning?

I decide to ease into things, showing concern for his wellbeing before jumping into any details—testing the water.

Oliver: No.

Not the elaborate answer I was expecting.

Me: I’m sorry, looks like I owe you another new shirt.

I wait but don’t receive a reply. He’s mad, of that I am certain. I finish all the outdoor watering, then check my phone again.

Nothing.

Me: Was the yes just to the spanking or this weekend as well?

I hesitate a moment then press send.

Oliver: Both

What do I say to that? He’s planning on going which thrills me, but what about the other part?

Me: Will one take place before the other?

Oliver: Wouldn’t you like to know.

Shit!

Me: You’re welcome for the orgasm.

“So what happened?” Alex tramples me the moment I walk through the door.

“Nice to see you too. How was your day?”

“I don’t have time for this. I’m meeting Sean for dinner and studying, so spill.”

I get a drink of water while Alex hops on the kitchen counter. “I sort of got him off at Dunkin’ Donuts this morning and he crushed his coffee cup when he … released. I think he was a little embarrassed and on the way there the subject of spanking came up, but only jokingly … I think. Anyway, after the coffee incident he basically said he planned on spanking me and that’s the last I saw of him.”

“Oh my God, was he serious?”

I shrug and finish my water. “I don’t know, I mean, maybe. He sounded really mad; I didn’t even recognize his voice when he said it. Up to this point he’s been the shy sexy type but this morning … I could almost feel the metal handcuffs cutting into my wrists and hear the slap of his hand hitting my bare ass. He was that serious.”

Alex chews her nails. “Wow, Flower, just … wow! I mean you jumped in the deep end of the sex pool with Oliver. Sink or swim, what are you going to do?”

“I don’t know. He wouldn’t hurt me, I do know that. But I wasn’t raised the way your parents raised you. I’ve never been spanked. Hell, I don’t think they ever put me in timeout. It’s not the pain part either. I’ve dealt with pain that was far worse than what having my ass slapped could ever be. I think it’s the humiliation part of it. I mean, isn’t it kind of degrading?”

Alex hops off the counter. “I’ve heard it’s about dominance. Some men think they need to establish it and others do it because they think it turns women on to be controlled by a strong man. There’s a role-playing factor as well. Men threaten to spank, women defy them on purpose so their man will in fact spank them. Personally, I prefer to be the dominant one. Maybe I should start smacking Sean on the ass. Lord knows he deserves it.”

“Well I don’t deserve it and I sure as hell wasn’t role-playing with him.”

“Flower, you molested him in a freakin’ Dunkin’ Donuts and then he spilled hot coffee all over himself because of it. Jeez, I’m half tempted to paddle your ass for that one.” She grabs her bag and opens the front door. “Do what I used to do. Take it like a ‘man’ and move on. By the way, are you coming this weekend?”

I nod. “Yeah, my Dom and I will be there.”

Alex laughs. “Night, Flower.”

“Night.”

Had the coffee mishap not have happened I would be knocking down Oliver’s door to see him. I’m not afraid of apologizing, I’m afraid of rejection. In spite of all the confidence Oliver has given me and all the fears he’s taken away, there’s still lingering remnants of insecurity that hold their own memories and may never go away.

He might not be home. His car is out front, but he takes the T and walks to so many places, I can’t rely on his car to give away his location. I can surge over to his door and breach the frontline, or I can grab my knitting bag and wave the white flag from my front steps. If he’s home it might draw him out, if he’s not, well, at least I’ll get something accomplished.

By eight o’clock my ass is numb and I’m thinking I might need to unravel the mittens and start over. Ever since I met Oliver, this project has turned into a nightmare. I have dropped too many stitches to count and there’s no place for the thumb. I could always keep them for myself. On really cold days I move my thumb in with all my other fingers anyway.

Just as I start to stand up, thinking my white flag is being ignored, Chance pulls up and drops off Oliver. Before he drives off he waves and gives me a smile that makes my skin crawl—a dirty knowing smile.

Oliver doesn’t look in my direction. Instead, he stumbles up his front steps. He’s still wearing his coffee-stained work clothes and he appears to be drunk. Great way to start the week.

I watch him make one failed attempt after another to get the key in the lock while spewing off a few profanities. My brain tells me to go inside and let him work out his issues, but my heart won’t listen.

“Give me your key.” I grab it from his clumsy hand.

“Viv-i-an … I missed you … today.” I try not to laugh, but the way he slurs his words and tries to act sexy at the same time is cute, funny, and very entertaining.

I open the door and he drapes his arm around my shoulders as I help him inside. “You smell like dirt and beer.”

“I do?” he asks with incredulity.

I laugh. Drunk Oliver is playful. “Yes, you do. Up the stairs you go.” We pinball between the wall and the stair rail.

“Viv-i-an?”

“Yeah?”

“I came … so hard … in the coffee shop.”

I bite my lips together to keep my giggle contained. “Yes, I know.” I push him next to the bathroom sink so he has something to lean back on while I turn on the water to the shower.