Making their way to the Welcome Center of the Old Village, Jon made his usual large donation despite the many times he’d been there. The woman who worked there recognized him and gave him a different smile when she saw Maggie walk in with him on his arm. She’d always wondered about this seemingly lonely man who was always so polite and was happy to see him with someone for a change.

“Hello, Jon. You have a friend with you!” she remarked.

“Yes! This is my very good friend, Maggie! She’s a docent here. The best one you have in my opinion!”

“Oh, Jon,” Maggie said, feeling undeserving of the accolade, but loving that Jon thought so, regardless. “Hello, Harriet. I’ve only been doing it for a couple of months now. I’m in the schoolhouse,” she explained after reading the woman’s nametag. “Jon’s giving me a personal tour of the village.”

“I thought you looked familiar. No one better to take you around, as many times as he’s been here. You ought to be a docent too, Jon! Well, you two enjoy the village!”

Jon decided to take his usual route around the property’s perimeter. A beach cottage was the first stop, followed by a much older log cabin and a train station that featured a caboose. At each building, Jon told Maggie where it had been located before it was moved to the village, so far all from somewhere within the county.

“This is one of my favorites,” he said when they arrived at the general store. “To me, this is emblematic of the simpler life that appeals to me so much here. A local store from St. Pete that served a small community with limited choices for canned goods, produce, and many other nonfood items. You bought only what you needed and gratefully accepted what they had. Such a contrast to our supermarkets with huge inventories offering myriad choices for every product they carry.

“Everything we do these days seems to be with the desire for more. I know it’s kind of built into our society and economic system, but when does wanting more become too much?” Jon finished.

Maggie took his arm as they left the store and continued their tour. She saw him as a bit old-fashioned, but not out of touch with the present. She understood what he meant and sometimes felt the same way. She recalled how kids with their phones seemingly always in their hands created a sort of competition to keep up with the latest versions; akin to Jon’s problem with more. A major contributor to her becoming disenchanted with teaching, especially with parents, was their insistence that students be allowed to use phones in class. At that last-straw open house meeting, one parent went so far as to insist she be allowed to communicate with her child during class!

“You know, Jonathan,” she started, intentionally using his full name, “there is something that I think you will want more and more of!”

“Oh yes, Miss Maggie!” he said and yipped when she gave his butt a good, hard smack, only checking to see if anybody was nearby after the fact.

They continued the tour past more recently transported homes whose interiors hadn’t been fully renovated or furnished yet. A barn with an antique tractor, a smokehouse for preserving meats, a windmill, and a water tower all made the village feel more complete.

Their next-to-last stop was the signature home of the village called the Seven Gables House. The huge two-story house, which had to be floated on a barge from its original location on a bluff overlooking Clearwater Harbor to the village fifty years ago, took two years to restore to its present like-new state.

“Wow!” Maggie enthused at the exquisite and abundant period furnishings and the beautifully finished red oak paneled walls, floors, and ceiling through every room. “This is incredible!” she kept repeating as they walked from room to room on both floors. She particularly liked an alcove with a window and a padded seat, halfway up the stairs. She could picture herself sitting there reading a book while looking out over the harbor. When she sat on the bench, she could imagine herself doing something else there as well.

“I love this house!” Maggie said as they were walking out the door. “As elegant as it is, there is also that simplicity of life you’ve been talking about, isn’t there, Jon?”

“Yes! You see it too!” he replied, taking her in his arms for a hug and a tender kiss.

They walked with her on his arm, with Maggie finding a new appreciation for Jon and his fondness for simpler times. He was not only a gentleman, but a gentle man; a welcome contrast to the men she’d dated. With those prior experiences in mind, she wondered why she was holding back with Jon.

“The schoolhouse is next, isn’t it?” she asked.

“Yes,” he said with a wink, “it is!”

As they walked the short distance, they noticed the sky had grown darker, a storm threatening. Very few visitors were around, and those still there seemed to be heading for the parking lot, getting out while they could. Still, Maggie and Jon weren’t about to give up their return to the scene of the crime that started this refreshing and exhilarating relationship.

As they stepped inside, they felt a welcome familiarity with the room that had inspired their play. They immediately headed to the front, and Maggie couldn’t resist sitting in the chair again. She looked around; out the windows, toward the door standing open, and then at Jon, patting her lap.

“C’mon, Jon!” she said with a sly smile.

“But you said we couldn’t …”

“Jonathan! Get over my knee this instant!”

“Ohh! Yes, Miss Maggie! I’m sorry!” he said as he lay in her lap with a mixture of excitement at her forceful demand and the fear of being caught in the act.

“When I tell you to do something,” Maggie scolded while spanking him hard and fast. “I expect you to do it immediately without question! Do you understand!?”

“Yes, Miss Maggie! I’m sorry! Oh my God!” he exclaimed, wondering how this could be even more exciting than the first time in this chair.

“I thought you understood that when I decide you need to be spanked, you will get over my knee and take your spanking! If you hesitate or question me, I will make sure your bottom reminds you not to do it again!” she said, spanking harder than ever before, hoping he felt it through his cargo shorts.

“Yes, Miss Maggie!” he cried.

He loved the suddenness of her temper, her strong language, and the spanking that he felt surprisingly well, though dulled by the protection of his shorts. It felt like punishment, and he pulled away rather than invite more, almost begging her to stop, but still it was so dramatic! He took a deep, shuddering breath when it stopped as suddenly as it began. The whole thing took barely a minute, but at the pace she was keeping, he got well over a hundred good, hard spanks.

“You can get up, Jonathan!” Maggie said, staying in character. He stood, still in a bit of a daze, and was surprised again when Maggie faced him and held his chin between pinching fingers. “Are you going to do what I tell you now?”

“Yes, Miss Maggie!” he said, wondering if the scene was over, but then Maggie smiled.

“I don’t know what got into me, but that was so much fun, wasn’t it?” she asked.

“Oh my God, Maggie! I think I would like you to punish me like that again!” he said just before a young couple came into the building.

“I saw them coming. That’s why I had to stop,” she whispered.

“Oh, come on, Dave! I don’t want to be stuck in here while it rains!” the girl said to her boyfriend. “It’s not raining heavily yet. We can make it to the car!”

With a frustrated gesture, he agreed, and they left as quickly as they came.

Maggie and Jon went to the school’s porch to check the weather. There were big, heavy drops falling, but not yet a deluge. Maggie looked to the right toward where they’d come from, grabbed Jon’s hand, and started running.

“Come on, Jon! I have an idea!”

Running between the drops, they made it back to the Seven Gables House and inside seconds before the rain became so heavy you could hear it pounding on the windows and sides of the house.

“You check the rooms down here to be sure no one is here. I’ll check upstairs!”

He did as he was told, wondering if she’d actually do what he was thinking. It took only seconds to confirm no one else was downstairs, and he could hear Maggie walking around upstairs, doing the same. When he returned to the bottom of the stairs, he could see Maggie sitting in the window seat she’d commented on how much she liked.

“Come here, Jonathan,” she said in that same stern voice from before.

“Yes, Maggie?” he asked when standing before her, the rain beating on the window panes.

“It’s Miss Maggie, Jonathan! And I hope you realize I wasn’t even close to completing your punishment. Take your pants down!”

“What? But …” he stalled, looking down the stairs, then back at Maggie. “What if someone comes in?”

“Are you questioning me again!?”

“No, but! But!”

“I thought I made myself clear before! You ARE getting spanked on your bare bottom, and I don’t want to hear one more word from you on the subject. IF someone does come in, we can both see and hear them from here. We’ll take the remaining steps upstairs and put ourselves together before we’re discovered. But if that happens, you don’t want to even think about the spanking you’ll get when we get home! Do you understand!?”

“Yes, Miss Maggie,” he said, standing motionless a foot or so away.

“Jonathan! Why aren’t you pulling your pants … oh, come here!” she said, grabbing the waist of his shorts and pulling him to stand right before her. “I don’t understand why you can’t follow the simplest of instructions!” she complained as she opened his shorts and yanked them, and his underwear, down to his knees.

She didn’t bother telling him to get over her knee, pulling him down on her lap instead, and began spanking his bare bottom immediately, though a little less forcefully now that it was unprotected.

“You’re going to find there are consequences for not doing as you’re told, and though you’re getting quite a good spanking right now, tonight you’re going to find out what those consequences are when we’re in the comfort and privacy of home!” she threatened as the spanks rained down on his bare cheeks at a steady, though slower pace than before.

“I’m … I’m sorry, Miss Maggie! I’ll listen! I promise! Please!?” he pleaded as his fear of discovery gradually diminished, though he kept a watchful eye down the stairs.

“Please, what? Please stop? Please don’t spank so hard?”

“Please, Miss Maggie! I’m sorry! I really am!” he cried, now feeling that same excitement from before with another punishment scene he was now very much enjoying. Even better than before, he wondered what new and exciting scenarios Maggie would come up with.

Maggie, too, found the play she’d invented on the spot thrilling. Aside from being a punishment scene that she wasn’t sure Jon would take to, the beautiful old house with its charming window seat, and the sound and atmosphere of the storm created what seemed a perfect setting for what they both loved.

“Please, Miss Maggie! It really hurts!” he complained while lifting his hips into her spanking hand, so she knew it was just part of the act. “Please!?”

“Oh, stop your bellyaching!” she replied, taking a rest with fingers glancing over bright red cheeks. “If you’d done what I told you, we’d be done by now, but since you’re having trouble following the simplest instructions, you’ve got a bit more COMING!” she added with the resumption of his spanking at a steady pace for another minute.

Jon clambered off her lap when she told him he could, and bent to pull his pants up.

“Did I tell you you could pull your pants up!?” she scolded again, while standing and delivering another dozen smacks.

“Ow-ow-ow!” he cried in protest, but loved yet another surprise from his amazing Maggie.

“Now you can pull your pants up,” she said with a smile, jumping into his arms once he was no longer bare-bottomed. “Oh, Jon! That was incredible! Thank you so much for humoring me!” she enthused and kissed him ardently.

“I loved it too, Maggie! I told you I wasn’t into punishment because of the pain, but I really liked your stern demeanor and the way you scolded me for not doing things! The spanking really did hurt, but you made me feel like I deserved it, and the pain, even now, just feels so good!” Maggie smiled through his whole soliloquy, and they kissed again. “I’d like to thank you properly, but …”

“Yeah, I’d like that too, but I don’t think we should do anything else here. I’d hate myself if we left any sort of mess behind in this lovely house, and I’ve already got quite a mess in my panties!” she said, smiling with a bitten lip.

“Am I still gonna get an even harder spanking when we get home?” he asked, not entirely sure he wanted it now.

“Jonathan!” she said sternly again. “Didn’t I already tell you that when I say you are going to get a spanking, you ARE going to get a spanking! Do – you – understand!?” she said, letting a smile creep onto her face when she was done.

“Yes, Miss Maggie!”

“But I think you’ll really like it,” she whispered with a quick kiss. “Especially what comes after!”

Once down the steps, they walked arm in arm out of the house and down the walk leading away. The rain had stopped, but they still got surprisingly wet from the tall trees dripping on them. They saw another couple heading in their general direction, and when they turned toward the house they’d just left, they both laughed, realizing they’d just barely gotten away with it after all.

They walked to the car thinking about a day that had started in the best of moods and left them, just a few hours later, so much happier. A new dynamic had been established for at least some of their play; one that Maggie had always sought, and the originally reluctant Jon had embraced despite misgivings about it. While they’d been able to recreate their schoolhouse scene, they doubted they’d ever have the lucky coincidence of weather and the beautiful house to relive the day’s highlight, so it would remain a fond memory.

It was only mid-afternoon when they left, so they grabbed a light lunch before Maggie offered to make them both dinner if Jon would accompany her to the grocery store. As they walked the aisles, she couldn’t resist giving his sore bottom a good, hard squeeze from time to time, the first time surprising him, but he loved it. The second time, he responded by pulling her in for a tender kiss.

“Mmm. That was nice. Thank you!” she replied with her eyes saying more.

Jon carried the bags in while Maggie put the meat in the crockpot. She was making what her friends had called her best dish: a savory pot roast to show her appreciation for a savory afternoon. Having eaten lunch less than an hour ago, they had time for the slow cooker to work.

“There! Now we just let time do its work,” she said, having gotten everything else prepared and ready for cooking. “Ohh!” she gasped when Jon wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her lustfully, with Maggie melting into his embrace.  

Leading him to her sofa, she let him sit first so she could sit in his lap. They would save the kinky stuff for later that evening. With gentle hands, they touched, sharing their affection with soft, random kisses.

“Mmm, I love this,” she said softly, having not had such feelings in a very long time. “You know I love having you as my naughty boy, but I want you to know I also love having you as a man. I like being coddled, cared for, and protected. I don’t want our relationship to be all about the spanking. You know what I mean?”

“I do, and I agree. Obviously I love the fun stuff,” he said, reaching for his still sore bottom for effect, “but I’d like you to be someone I can treat like a lady – most of the time!” They giggled at the postscript he’d added.

“You’re still gonna get spanked quite a lot, I’m afraid,” she said with a bitten lip.

“Yes, I hope so! But I’d like there to be plenty of this, too!” he replied, pulling her in for a tongueful kiss.

“Me too,” she whispered when their lips parted. “We have some time to kill before dinner and tonight’s fun. Do you like board games?”

“I love them! What have you got?”

“Trivial Pursuit, Monopoly, Scrabble, and some others.”

“Hm, I like Trivial Pursuit, but maybe a schoolteacher will be more of a challenge for Scrabble?”

Accepting the challenge, Maggie went to a closet to retrieve both Scrabble and Trivial Pursuit. They sat beside each other, and while shielding their tile rack, they continued teasing touches and kisses as they rearranged their tiles and placed them on the board.

Jon held his own against Maggie initially, but as the number of tiles on the board increased, so too did her ability to use them in inventive ways. She was especially proud of adding the word span onto the word king for a triple word bonus, and they both laughed at the result. Jon had his own naughty play by adding an S and Y onto a congested group of tiles where pus had become an extra bonus word. Neither was very competitive about the game, and they enjoyed the play, though Maggie’s score was considerably higher.

Maggie went to get some wine, while he set up the trivia game. Here, they were more closely matched and knowledgeable in every category except the sports side of Sports & Leisure. Jon seemed to have an edge in Science & Nature, which proved to be her undoing on the final question, and Jon eked out a win.

The games finished just in time for her to start preparing the other dishes. Jon put the games away and topped off their wine glasses while enthusing about the wondrous smell of the roast that had grown over time.

“To us!” Jon toasted as they sat down to eat.

The pot roast and roasted small potatoes were perfect for the meat-and-potatoes guy Jon was, but he commented on the unusual vegetable.

“I’ve never had wax beans at all, let alone prepared like this. They’re very good!”

“It’s something I learned from my mom. The sautéed breadcrumb topping makes all the difference,” she explained.

Dinner was a success, and Jon helped clear the table while she handled the leftovers. When Maggie said she needed to use the bathroom, he offered to wash the dishes. True to his simple-life mantra, he actually enjoyed such tasks.

He was nearly done when she returned wearing a matching baby-blue bra and panties.

“You look beautiful!” Jon started, then added, “Delicious even!”

“Yeah, I was kinda going for delicious, cuz I can’t wait for you to eat me up!” she said as she put her arms around his neck, looking for a kiss. “Would my naughty boy like to have his bottom warmed up?”

“Yes, Miss Maggie!”

“No Miss Maggie, tonight, Jon. Just Maggie, okay?”

“Yes, my beautiful and sexy Maggie!”

“Come!” she replied, taking his hand and leading him to her bedroom. She pulled his shirt off and ran her hands over his bare chest. Pulling him close with their chests together, she sighed, “Tonight I want all of you, Jon.”

“You mean …?”

“Yes. Now take your pants down and bend over, you naughty boy!”

Jon was treated to a similar spanking to the one the night before, though this time, even playful spanks stung more as they built upon what he’d already received back in the village.

“Is it too much, Jon?” she asked when he winced.

“No. No, it’s perfect,” he replied, adding, “And, oh God, now it’s even better!” when she started stroking his cock, and, “A little harder!” when he was close. Groaning with the strain of trying to hold on as long as he could, he gasped, “Oh God, Maggie! I love that!” when he came from the intoxicating combination of the two stimuli.

He took her in his arms and hugged her tightly, sharing the shudders still passing through his body, as she caressed his sore, red bottom. Partially recovered, he took her face in his hands and kissed her lovingly, after which he made quick work of removing her bra and pulling her perfect breasts to his. Her breathing grew deeper when his hands slipped into her panties to squeeze her ass.

“Oh, Jon!” she said with gasping breaths when one hand slipped around front, with fingers teasing her swelling, wet lips and then a single finger inside. “Ohhh, yeah!”

“I think I’m ready for my dessert now,” he said, with a quick kiss before kneeling and sliding her panties down to her ankles. She gasped again when his tongue slithered through her slit. “Mmm, you taste so good, Maggie!” he said quickly before going back for seconds.  

“Jon! I need to sit!” she cried, feeling weak in the knees.

“Lie on the bed,” he replied and pulled the sheets down before climbing on beside her.

“That’s better. Now eat me up, Jon!” she pleaded with knees up and apart, inviting him in.

With fingers and tongue touching, teasing, and licking, he started slow, but quickly ramped up, and before long she was pushing her sex into his face, begging for him to make her cum. And he did; once, twice, but on his way to a third time, she stopped him.

“I want your cock inside me, Jon! Please?” she implored him, reaching for it, already wanting to guide him in.

“I’d love to, Maggie! Are you sure?” he asked, preferring to wait for the perfect time if this wasn’t it tonight.

“Yes. I’m sure! C’mon! Fuck me, Jon! Fuck me now, or I’ll put you back over my knee and spank you as hard as I can!” she laughed and loved the smile that grew on his face.

“Yes, Miss Maggie!” he answered in character.

With cock in hand, he moved to kneel between her legs, and with her eager help, he was soon pushing inside.

“Oh my God!” they both said almost simultaneously.

“Oh, Jon! Your cock feels so good in my pussy! Just stay right there for a minute. Ooo yeah! Squirm it around like that!”

“I love the way you feel, too!” he said somewhat less enthusiastically. He was happy that she’d felt she, or they, were ready for this, but he didn’t want to just fuck her as she had demanded. They weren’t role-playing any longer. She’d turned the severe spanking she’d threatened into a sexy one, and he loved it, so he didn’t feel like he was just submitting to her desire to be fucked.

He pulled back slowly, then back in just as slowly. Again, this time with a gentle kiss. He looked into her eyes as the slow rhythm continued, hoping he conveyed what he was feeling.

“Mmm, that feels really nice,” she said in a different tone. She got the message. “Ohhh,” she sighed, unaccustomed to such a gentle approach from a first-time lover. “Ooo, I love this!” She moved with him now, and her hands that had been on his arms and shoulders moved to his ass to caress and gently massage.

“Oh, yeah,” he sighed, his fear that she might spank him and spoil the mood allayed.

They moved together, speed and intensity ramping up in slow, equal measures.

“Oh God, Jon! I’m … I’m cumming already!” she whimpered over shuddering breaths. “Oh! Ohh! Ohhh!” she gasped as he picked up the pace to sweeten her impending climax. “Oh fff – fff – fffuuckkk!” she cried when it hit, with trembling thighs and her hips off the bed’s surface as he continued a bit slower with continuous long, smooth strokes.

He could feel his peak coming too. He was blessed with a stamina that usually provided a second time for his partner, and he wanted to be sure Maggie got one as well.

“You feel so good, Maggie!”

The pace she’d been expecting near the beginning arrived, and their hips moved in perfect sync, meeting with full penetration, but without crashing into one another.

“I’m cumming again, Jon! Cum with me!? Please?” she cried as her body stiffened, again with her hips raised, a receptacle for his cock plugging away.

Jon tried to hold on so she could get hers too, but he couldn’t control it anymore, and …

“Oh – My – God!” she shrieked as she came at the same time, feeling his hips’ involuntary, jerking thrusts with each blast she felt inside.

They kissed with their bodies still reacting to the incredible shared climax, each believing they’d never felt anything like it before.

“Jesus, Jon! I can’t begin to …” she began with still labored breathing. “That was so …” she started, again not finding suitable words. “Ohh, just hold me!?”

He fell to her side and gathered her in with their chests together. Their lips came together as though drawn to the other’s, and their lips mashed together in a kiss that was almost a climax in itself. Jon felt like he’d given her what he wanted to and was more than happy that she seemed to appreciate it.

She pushed him down onto his back, lay half atop his chest, and kissed him before snuggling under his arm, her head on his chest. With his arms around her, this was what she meant when she said she wanted his manly side as well. In his arms, she felt cared for, coddled, and protected.

“We do have something special, don’t we, Maggie?” he asked, loving how she felt in his arms.

“Yes, Jon. We do!” she replied, pulling his arms even tighter around her.

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So, Maggie and Jon seem to be finding their way through the kinky world of adult spanking just fine, and quite quickly! What scene will Maggie cook up next? As always, I appreciate all you 'Likes,' 'Favorites,' and comments and ... THANKS FOR READING!!