Page 8 of His Loving Guidance
Chapter Four
A sliver of moon appeared from behind a cloud in the swallowing darkness, and in the next moment vanished behind another cloud. From the kitchen window, Lucy could not see much of the mountain during the night. A few scattered lights in the valley were it. No stars. Not much of a moon. The forecast for the next several days called for rain, but she did not mind being stuck inside with James. Since their arrival at the cabin a week and a half ago, they had gone hiking a few times and walked to a nearby general store. Other than that, they had remained indoors.
Her bottom tingled as she recalled how they had passed the time. James had given her a few playful spankings in addition to the maintenance spanking. The sex had never been more explosive. Her pussy perpetually sore – but sated. She finished the glass of water and put the cup in the sink, anxious to rejoin James in bed. As she was passing the island, she pressed the home key on her iPhone, just to make sure she did not have any messages. Wendy had called a few times with questions about the house, so Lucy was not surprised to see a missed call and a voicemail from her sister. It was two in the morning, so calling was out of the question. Lucy dialed her voicemail and waited, figuring Wendy was having trouble with the dishwasher again.
The message Wendy left stunned Lucy, causing her belly to flip and her insides to tighten with sickening dread.
“Lucy, it’s me. I need you to call me right away. I’m worried about you. I was looking for extra batteries for the living room TV remote, and I thought I’d steal some batteries from your bedroom TV remote. Anyway, I ran across some letters you wrote in your bedside table drawer. Letters about James hitting you. Please call me. I’m worried about you. I’m thinking of calling Mom to see if she knows anything about this. Maybe you trusted her enough but not me. I don’t know. Call me.”
Hands shaking, Lucy dialed Wendy’s cell, praying to God that her whole family did not know about her unique relationship with James. Of course Wendy did not understand the letters. She likely had no clue about domestic discipline. To her, any form of hitting was abuse.
“Dammit!” Lucy’s teeth ground together when Wendy’s phone went straight to voicemail. She got the same result when she tried the house phone.
Oh God, oh God, oh God. Lucy threw her phone on the counter and paced the floor. What should she do? Her gaze traveled to the hallway where the bedroom was. James. Should she wake him?
No. She tried calling both lines one more time, but there was still no answer. Tears prickled in her eyes, hot and burning. Lucy could not stand the thought of having to explain domestic discipline to her mother, let alone her sister. She had to talk to Wendy as soon as possible to do damage control. Maybe she could play it off as a spanking fetish and nothing more.
She made her decision. After creeping through the cabin to get dressed as quickly and quietly as possible, Lucy stared at James’ sleeping form. Her heart was heavy. She did not want to wake him for this. Not for more family drama. He did not deserve that. Besides, she should have hidden the letters better. She had written the letters to him explaining her feelings about domestic discipline when they first started out, and for some unknown reason she had shoved them in a drawer after he read them.
Her mind raced. Their home was an hour and fifteen minutes away from the cabin. She could sneak out, drive home, reason with Wendy, and make it back before James awoke. It was bad enough that Wendy was living with them for the rest of the summer, and now this. Somehow, Lucy would make things right.
The drive home took almost two hours in the dark. Lucy was terrified of hitting a deer, and the winding roads were not familiar. Thank God for GPS, or she would have ended up lost for good. By the time she stuck the key in the front door of her house, she was a mass of nerves. James would be livid if he found out she left. It felt like a betrayal.
“Wendy?” Lucy rushed into the foyer, up the stairs, and toward the bedrooms. “Wendy, it’s Lucy. I’m home.”
She found her sister snoring away in the guest room. Grabbing Wendy by the shoulders, Lucy gave her a shake.
“Huh? What?” Wendy sat up, rubbing her eyes. Confusion crossed her features when she focused on Lucy. “Oh. You must have gotten my message. Are you okay?”
A brief wave of relief washed over Lucy. She was face-to-face with Wendy. They could talk for a few minutes, Lucy could smooth everything over, and then she could be back on her way up the mountain. A piece of cake.
“I’m fine, Wendy. You weren’t supposed to read those letters. They were private.”
“Private, my ass!” Wendy sat up further and ran a hand through her hair. “James hits you! That’s so fucking wrong. Why do you put up with it?”
The contents of the letters came rushing back to Lucy. There was no way she could play it off as a spanking fetish. Detailing to your husband that you want him to spank you for discipline is not easy to play off. Especially when you spend a few paragraphs insisting that it is not sexual. Great. Fucking fantastic.
“James and I are very much in love. I know it’s hard for you to understand what you read, but trust me when I say it’s consensual. And it was my idea in the first place. I brought domestic discipline up to James.Iaskedhimto spank me, Wendy. It’s our relationship and we’re very happy. Just trust me when I tell you he doesn’t abuse me. It’s not even close to abuse. I swear it.”
“Girl, are you sure you’re not brainwashed? This sounds crazy to me. And here I thought Mom was the one who likes losers.”
“James isn’t a loser. He’s the best thing that ever happened to me. You didn’t tell Mom, did you?” Her breath froze as she waited.
“No, not yet.”
“Not yet? You’d better not tell her at all. It’s none of her business, and I know she’d blow it out of proportion just like you.” Lucy could not hold back her annoyance with Wendy. The letters were obviously private, yet Wendy had opened them anyway.
“How often does he hit you, Lucy?” Wendy surveyed her face, as if expecting Lucy to have bruises on her cheeks or a black eye.
“He doesn’t beat me up. It’s nothing like that. He spanks me when I’ve screwed up. We have some rules we’ve agreed upon. If I break one of those rules, I know to expect a punishment. He only spanks me, and it’s consensual. He’s never, ever hit me anywhere but my bottom.”
Wendy’s bewildered expression transformed to one of disgust. “I can’t believe you let him do that to you. Why on Earth would you want to live like that?”
“It makes me happy, Wendy.” Lucy took her sister’s hand. “Please try not to judge us unfairly. It works for us. James and I have never been happier. Lots of couples do what we do. In fact, it’s probably more common than you’d think.”
Silence settled in the room as Wendy stared at the wall, appearing deep in thought. Lucy waited and waited, praying she would see reason.
“You’re really happy? You’re sure you aren’t just saying this because he’s making you?”
