Taken By Surprise

by Alyx

Nicky checked her watch once more before making the call. She had to time things just right to reach Cassie right before she went onstage. Cassie's cell phone rang several times before she picked up.

"Hello?"

"Hi darling, I just wanted to wish you a good gig."

"Nicky, I can't talk right now—"

"I know, I know – you have to go onstage. I just wanted to let you know: I have nothing on except my nightshirt."

There was an audible gasp from the other end, and Nicky smiled to herself.

"That's what you called to tell me??" Cassie choked out.

"Yes. That and I'm straight out of the shower, still damp, and...ready for you." She let her voice drop to a throaty purr.

"Oh God. You expect me to play with that picture in my mind?!?"

Nicky gave an evil laugh. "Just wanted to make sure you miss me as much as I miss you, my love."

"Oh, you'll find out just how much when I get home, sweetheart! Gotta go. Love you."

"Love you too. Bye!"

Nicky felt a definite tingle of satisfaction as she hung up the phone.  It wasn't the longest road trip Cassie had ever taken, but for some reason it was very hard for Nicky being alone this time. She found herself missing her partner with a deeper yearning than usual. It was probably due to the fact that they had not had a chance to make love for weeks before Cassie left. Between overtime at Nicky's workplace and Cassie's rehearsal schedule, things had been unusually busy. During the few moments they had together they were both too exhausted to do more than cuddle and watch TV.

Her playful attempt at sabotage having gone even better than expected, Nicky was now ready for bed. She reached into the nightstand drawer and pulled out her favorite vibrator, then lay down and prepared to indulge herself. She played and replayed the sound of Cassie's gasp in her mind, the obvious arousal she could hear in her lover's voice. She was just warming up, imagining the feel of Cassie's lips against hers, when suddenly she heard a strange sound downstairs.

Nicky wasn't normally nervous being alone in the house, but lying half-naked in her bed made her particularly vulnerable. Her heart was pounding hard as she got up and reached into the closet for Cassie's softball bat. Then she heard the front door closing, and she froze. She picked up her cell phone and began to dial 911 as she eased open the bedroom door. The phone in one hand, the bat in the other, she peeked over the banister....

     ...to see her partner stretching leisurely as she removed her jacket.

"Cassie!!" she shrieked, dropping both the cell phone and softball bat and rushing down to her. "You scared me!!"

She jumped into her girlfriend's arms and kissed her hungrily.

Cassie was laughing as she kissed her back. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. I just wanted to surprise you."

"You did! What are you doing here?! I thought you were playing a gig!"

"The last gig got canceled. When you called I was actually driving home, which is why I couldn't talk. The cancelled gig was a bummer pay-wise, but I wasn't sorry it happened. I was more than ready to come home."

"Mmmm...I'm glad. I was really missing you." She snuggled in to breathe the scent of the leather jacket Cassie had been wearing.

"Yes, I could tell." Cassie picked her up, locking her hands under Nicky's bottom as Nicky wrapped her legs around Cassie's waist. "That was quite an image you left me with, darling."

Nicky chuckled. "It was just a factual report," she said, pleased with herself.

"Yes, I can see that," Cassie patted her rear end gently. "Wearing nothing but your nightshirt, indeed."

Nicky wriggled in Cassie's embrace. "Well, you did say I could call you any time if I was feeling lonely or needed to talk."

"Yes, I did, and you can. But I don’t think talking was quite the purpose of that call, was it?" As she spoke Cassie was carrying Nicky into the kitchen. By the time she noticed where they were, Cassie was already pulling open a cabinet drawer.

"Cassie...what are you doing??"

"Just looking for an implement for the conversation we're about to have...ah, here it is." She removed a rubber spatula, and the sight of its flexible handle and large, white curved surface immediately caused Nicky's tummy to drop.

"Wait a minute, Cassie, that's not fair!" She struggled to free herself, but it was too late. Cassie stopped next to the kitchen table and pulled out a chair. She lifted her left foot, still encased in its leather biker's boot, up onto the seat and flipped Nicky over her upraised thigh. Nicky squealed at her suddenly precarious position – legs dangling, hands braced against the smooth oak tabletop for support.

"Not fair?" Cassie smoothed Nicky's nightshirt down her back and over her hips. "Like the way calling me right before a gig and winding me up is fair?"

"But you weren't even going onstage! You said you were driving home!!" Nicky wailed.

"Yes, but you didn't know that. As far as you were concerned, you were leaving me with a particularly juicy mental image right before I was supposed to perform in front of an audience!"

In spite of her situation, Nicky had to giggle. It WAS pretty funny – surely Cassie could see that? She craned her neck to look over her shoulder and catch a glimpse of her partner's face. Cassie's eyes held the trace of a smile, which was reassuring. But her mouth had a rather stern set to it, which definitely was not.

"Honey, come on," Nicky's tone was wheedling. "You're not really mad, are you?"

Cassie's answer to that was the impact of her palm against Nicky's nightshirt-covered rear.

"Ow! Cassie, that hurt!"

"Mm, I should think so." She smoothed Nicky's nightshirt again, lingering over each cheek before stroking down her thighs.

"So...not fair," Nicky said breathlessly. Even in her uncomfortable position, she felt a tingle of arousal. Cassie's hand left and returned again in three hard swats.

Nicky yelped and squirmed. She couldn't tell if Cassie was really trying to punish her or not. Then she felt her nightshirt being pulled up, slowly baring her bottom. Cassie tugged it forward till Nicky could feel the roughness of Cassie's denim-clad thigh under her. Nicky closed her eyes and braced herself. She didn't have to wait long.

Cassie landed several hefty smacks to the crowns of Nicky's derriere. The impact was much sharper now, and Nicky's entreaties grew louder as her reddened bottom bounced under the barrage.

"Cassie, please! I'm sorry!"

"Yes? And exactly what are you sorry for, my love?" Cassie paused, palm resting against Nicky's hot cheek.

"For calling you at a bad time. Though you DID say I could call you any time when you were on the road!"

"Oh? WHACK!  And did I say...WHACK!...that you should... WHACK!...also tease me... WHACK!...while you were at it?" WHACK!

"Ow, ow, ow!! No-oo, but I didn't mean it!"

"You didn't mean to call me at a crucial moment?" Two hard swats punctuated the question. "Or you didn't mean to mention you were nearly naked and 'ready for me'?"

Despite the pain in her hindquarters, the irony of Cassie's question tickled Nicky's funny bone again.

"Um...both?"

Nicky feigned credible innocence, but she realized Cassie would feel the suppressed giggles against her thigh. Her lover shook her head and laughed. Nicky knew the ridiculousness of her response had sparked Cassie's amusement as well, and she felt a surge of love for the woman she shared her life with.

Cassie must've felt it too, because she wrapped a strong arm around Nicky's waist and half-lifted her, to plant a passionate kiss against her lips. Nicky returned the kiss, sighing in happiness and relief. And then found herself crying out in alarm as she was unceremoniously put back over Cassie's muscular thigh.

"I can see," Cassie began in a deceptively soft voice, "that you're not taking this seriously at all." She picked up the rubber spatula from the kitchen table. "My objections obviously need more weight behind them."

"Nooo! Cassie, I was kidding! I'm sorry, I really am! I'm taking you seriously, I promise!"

"Let's just make sure of that, shall we?"

Cassie had never used the rubber spatula as an implement of discipline before, but she had a pretty good idea of its effectiveness. Her assumption was verified as the first stroke landed with a solid smack, leaving a red splotch that blossomed against Nicky's fair skin. Subsequent swats had a cumulative effect, so that soon Nicky's derriere was fairly glowing.

Nicky's reaction was immediate and vociferous. She exchanged pleas for incoherent yelling, and her legs were now kicking wildly. Unfortunately that just opened up new areas for the spatula to strike, and the long handle gave Cassie even more access to especially sensitive regions. The swats were very slow and measured, unlike the usual punishment spankings Cassie administered. In other circumstances her lover used this technique to arouse her, a slow building of heat that would eventually boil over into passionate lovemaking. But the intensity of the swats – each one a tiny explosion of fire against her flesh – didn't allow for that. It bloody HURT!!

Nicky was nearly beside herself with confusion, her body torn between ardor and self-pity, her mind caught between real remorse and frustration at the pace. It wasn't like Cassie to lose her sense of humor, but she was obviously serious about the discipline she was applying. When Nicky's bottom was a uniform scarlet color Cassie paused, and Nicky was able to catch her breath and regain her tongue.

"Cassie, please! I'm really sorry!"

"And you'll think next time, before pulling a stunt like that?" She landed two more hard swats right where Nicky would feel it when she sat down.

"OW, oh god! Yes, yes, I won't do it again! Honey, please, my butt feels like it's been branded!"

Cassie grinned to herself. "Don't tempt me, brat!" She put the spatula down and landed a final flurry of spanks with her hand – brisk whacks that had Nicky begging for mercy. In answer, Cassie lifted Nicky off her knee and sat down in the chair with Nicky on her lap. Nicky whimpered as her sensitized skin rubbed against Cassie's jeans, and she buried her face in her girlfriend's neck. Cassie slipped her hand under Nicky’s nightshirt and gently rubbed her back.

"Cassie?" Nicky's voice was muffled.

"Mm?"

"Were you really angry?"

Cassie kissed the top of her head. "No, darling, I wasn't angry."

Nicky pulled back to look her partner in the eye. "Are you sure? You seemed really...serious."

"I was serious about not being distracted before a performance, that's true."

Nicky's expression held real distress. "But it was just a little teasing! I didn't think it would bother you that much."

Cassie cuddled her reassuringly. "Darling, I do take my performing seriously, and I know you respect that. I also know you didn't mean any harm by your phone call...and no harm was done." Cassie chuckled. "Apart from me nearly driving off the road at the thought of your half-naked state! But I wasn't upset, okay?"

"Honestly?"

"Honestly."

Nicky's worried pout turned into a scowl. "Then why did you spank me so hard!? That spatula stung like crazy, you know!"

"I'll bet. I can feel your bottom burning through my jeans!"

"Cassie, I'm serious! Why were you so hard on me?"

Cassie reached up and tucked a strand of hair behind Nicky's ear. "Because you needed it," she said simply.

"I needed to be punished?" Nicky frowned.

"You needed release, to let go of some stress. And so did I." When Nicky's expression remained unconvinced, Cassie tried to explain.

"Sometimes...when you're forced to let go of control...to submit, if you like...things seem to loosen up. Inside, I mean. Though your body loosens up too. And it usually helps if it twangs an emotional chord. Tonight, for instance, I think you could've felt truly guilty over calling me the way you did."

"Of course I could've! It started out as teasing, but I wouldn't want to really upset you!"

"Well, that's what I mean. It's typical behavior for you – play a prank without thinking of the consequences," Cassie raised an eyebrow and Nicky had the grace to blush, "though in this case it was harmless enough. But I think if I had continued spanking you just a little longer the combination of remorse and release of tension would've resulted in tears." Cassie looked at her inquiringly.

Nicky reflected on that. It's true that the combination of throbbing bottom and yielding to her lover's dominance had brought her to the verge of letting go emotionally. And probably would've led to a big release, she acknowledged to herself.

"So why didn't you? Why didn't you spank me to tears?" she asked.

Cassie smiled. It was a slow, meaningful smile that caused Nicky's heart to race. "I think this time...I’d prefer to do that through lovemaking," she said softly.

Nicky moaned. "Yes, please." And Cassie picked her up again and this time proceeded to carry her up the stairs.

Her surprise didn't quite work out as planned, Nicky mused on the way to the bedroom, considering the way Cassie's surprising retribution turned the tables on her. She was definitely going to have to try a different ambush next time.

But before planning any more surprises, Nicky made a mental note, I must get rid of that damn spatula!

The End

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