Fantasy Friday - Remember Your Cell Phone

All is well here. It's different having Mollie home but we have settled in and I think we're doing pretty well. She is going off with friends this weekend so we'll have a little time to ourself. And since I'm off Monday I'll even have a little time to write, I hope.

This Fantasy Friday is a repeat - but a special one. A good friend wrote this one for us back in 2013. Although may of you read her blog, A Place to Share, you may not know what a wonderful fiction writer she is. Terpsichore has been a friend for a long time. We haven't met in person yet, but it will happen some day. 

Today please enjoy... 

Remember Your Cell Phone

Hannah walked into the room frazzled and out of breath. There was an overwhelming hush followed by sighs of relief and she was smothered with hugs from her husband and their two friends, Marnie and Tom.

Ryan held her and then scolded a little more harshly than he intended, “Don’t you ever scare us like that again!”

“I’m so sorry,” Hannah apologized sincerely to everyone. She was trembling and on the verge of tears.

“Where were you? We were all worried,” her husband said a little more softly.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to worry anyone. I was running errands this afternoon and I thought I left with plenty of time but somehow got all turned around and became lost.” 

Hannah had never seen her husband angry at her before and felt her body quiver with remorse. He, knowing it was an honest mistake and sensing her genuine distress, accepted her apology and then held her in his arms and comforted her. 

“I’m sorry I yelled. I was just so scared. If anything ever happened to you--”

She stopped him mid-sentence and answered, “Nothing did happen and I am fine and I am really sorry I made you worry.”

“I know. I love you so much.”

“I love you, too.”

She turned to Marnie and Tom who had kindly invited them for dinner and apologized, “I am sorry I made you worry, too. I hope I didn’t spoil dinner.”

“No, not at all,” said Marnie trying to soothe her friend. “I knew you were fine. I cooked while the boys went to search for you.”  

“You went to search for me?” Hannah asked looking to Ryan and Tom, again feeling guilty.

“I am pretty sure if we did not go and do something he would have rubbed a hole in our carpet from pacing back and forth so much,” Tom said chuckling, giving her a hug and then punching Ryan gently on the arm.

Ryan let a small smile show in response to his friend’s gesture, but was still not ready to laugh about the situation. Hannah gazed at her husband who was trying hard to contain his composure. He had not taken his eyes of her since she walked through the door and though he had accepted her apology, she could still feel the tension.

“I’m so so so sorry,” Hannah said again.

“Perhaps if I had a reliable way of reaching you, I wouldn’t have needed to go searching for you, and there would not have been a cause for all the worry. I tried calling you at least five times and every time it immediately went to voice mail.”

“Did I mention I am sorry?” she asked looking at her husband sweetly and giving him a kiss, breaking the tension between them.

Ryan let out a little laugh. “Yes, as a matter of fact you have.” He hadn’t realized he was still so upset and took a deep breath. Then he asked in a playfully chastising way, “I imagine you did not have your phone with you?” Clearly he had forgiven her, but had not forgotten the last hour and a half of searching and waiting anxiously for her return. He narrowed his eyes at her waiting for a response.”

 “Well, technically my phone was with me,” she nervously admitted.

“Hmmm. Was it charged?” He smiled at her raising his eyebrow.

“Probably not.”  She cast her eyes low having heard this many times before. She never could seem to remember her phone and when she did it was rarely charged and he was always teasing her about gluing it to her permanently.

“Next time, bring your phone with you, please, and make sure it is charged.”

“I will try to remember.”

“You are going to have to do better than that,” he reprimanded, taking her chin in his hand and looking into her eyes.

 “Ahhhh, she said she was sorry. Now kiss her and make up,” Tom nudged.

Ryan smiled with a twinkle in his eyes and joyfully complied. “Okay.”  And he took her face in his hands and kissed her passionately, and for a moment they both forgot they had an audience. 

“Young love is so sweet,” Tom teased.  “Get a room.”

Ryan and Hannah stopped kissing, their faces still an inch apart, and they grinned from ear to ear still focused on each other. Hannah started to feel better about the whole situation.

“Leave them alone,” Marnie warned her husband. “Just because you have lost all sense of romance--”

“Just wait until they’ve been married as long as we have,” Tom retorted.

“They were married a year after us,” she reminded him.

“Yeah, well one year is a long time,” Tom said, moving away from his wife just in case she decided to retaliate. Marnie rolled her eyes at her husband who was forever joking around. But it was true that after ten years of marriage and two children Ryan and Hannah still sometimes acted like newlyweds.

Ryan gave Hannah another hug and said out loud, “I’m glad you are all right. I don’t know what I would do without you. Promise me you will be more careful.” 

“I will,” she promised.

“And if you go out on your own, you will always have your phone with you, charged and ready to use, yes?”

“I don’t forget on purpose.”

“I know, but I would feel much better if you remembered.” Then he whispered in her ear so only she could hear, “When we get home I am going to give you a spanking you are not going to forget – I am going to whip your beautiful behind to match the color your face is blushing right now and then maybe you will remember your phone.”

Hannah felt the warmth in her face rise and tried to hide her embarrassment. As she walked to sit down at the table Ryan gave her a friendly tap on her derriere, much to her horror and the smirk of their friends. He sat down right beside her at the end of the table. All throughout dinner, he reached under the table and tapped her thigh as a reminder of what she had awaiting her at home. She was certain she was blushing again as he gazed at her with his deep green eyes and smiled. Her pulse raced. In part she felt the excitement of anticipation. The other part of her was nervous as she had never seen her husband angry with her before and while his smile reassured her that it was all in play, his tone and the words he had whispered in her ear said otherwise. 

Tom and Marnie chatted, not paying attention to the private glances and silent conversation going on between Ryan and Hannah. Hannah sat quietly watching, laughing at appropriate times, and trying to listen, but her thoughts were elsewhere. Ryan gave her thigh a squeeze bringing her back. She realized her friend had asked a question. She quickly apologized for being distracted and asked Marnie to repeat the question and promptly answered. 

After dinner, they cleaned up together and were laughing about some silly story Tom was telling them that happened at work. The four of them had been friends for a long time; they were more like family. They were fortunate to live close by and that their children got along well. It had been a while since they had gotten together just the adults and they were enjoying sharing adult conversation together, though often the stories meandered back to their children and how they were doing.  Every time they got together, they could not help but to laugh about good times, old and new.

Only, Hannah was having a hard time focusing on the conversations. She saw Ryan cleaning a wooden spoon and watched as he subtly tapped it on his hand. She smiled quietly but inside she felt sick and her palms were sweaty. Marnie asked if she was all right and she politely answered she was fine. Hannah excused herself to the bathroom to try to pull herself together.  She started to feel emotions swelling inside of her that she could no longer contain. 

When she returned everyone had settled in the living room. Ryan approached her and asked, “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” she answered not making eye contact.

“You are not fine. You look like you’ve been crying.”

“I’m fine, really,” she said smiling trying to fool him into believing her and desperately trying to hold back the tears that wanted to start again.

Hannah thought she was hiding it well, but he could see right through her. He always could. He caressed her cheek with the back of his hand, catching a single tear. He looked to his friends and said, “Excuse us a moment,” as he took her hand and led her out the room and upstairs where they could talk in private. 

As they came into the hallway, she whispered, “Honey, we can’t just leave – it is rude. They will think something is really wrong.”

“Tom is like my brother. I’ve known him my whole life and I’ve known Marnie almost as long. They’ll survive being without us a moment and I am sure they will understand. Besides what they think does not matter. Right now it is important we talk.”  He pulled her into the spare bedroom reserved for guests and closed the door behind him.

“Please. This isn’t necessary. I am fine really. I just still feel badly about being so late and making everyone worry. Okay? Let’s go back. I don’t need to talk. I am fine.” She reached towards the door and Paul grabbed her hand and smacked her bottom hard.

“Ouch,” she shouted as she rubbed her behind.

“That was for lying. You are not fine and if you say it again I will take you over my knee right now.”

“I’m sorry,” she cried.

His face softened into a smile. “I know and I know you feel badly, but it is over and done with. Feeling guilty isn’t going to help. There is no need to keep punishing yourself.”

It was not “punishing herself” that she was worried about, but she was not prepared to share her concerns with her husband. Ryan let her cry and held her lovingly in his arms, kissing her head and whispering, “It’s going to be okay.”

After the tears started to subside he stepped back and lifted her chin and said, “Look at me.” She resisted but he persisted. “Talk to me. What’s going on? Is all of this simply because you feel badly? You apologized already and we all accepted your apology. We know it was an accident. Now what is really bothering you?”

“Are you still angry at me? I don’t like it when you are angry at me.”

“Ahh, is that what you are worried about?” He laughed. He never lost eye contact. He wiped the wetness from her cheeks with his hands as she sniffled. “Yes, I was angry with you, but only because I love you so much. When you were late I was worried something had happened to you. If anything ever happened to you my life would cease to exist. I am not angry anymore. He kissed her lips and tasted salty tears. This time, tears of relief. And, she smiled.

“I love you,” she said.

“I love you, too,” he replied and gave her a kiss on the nose.

“So then you were just teasing when you…when you…well…when you whispered in my ear…”

Paul cocked his head to the side trying to hold back a smile. He knew his wife well. Sometimes she cared so much she worried incessantly and while he loved her sensitivity it sometimes drove him crazy. And yet, he did not intend on making this easy for her. So he listened to her nervous babble and then asked, “When I whispered what?” and he cracked a smile.

She let out a little giggle, realizing he was just giving her a hard time and her demeanor relaxed. “You know very well what,” she said shaking her head.

“I want to hear you say it.” He stared at her waiting for a response and she could see he was not going to budge.

She blushed. “Were you just teasing when you whispered to me that you were going to give me a spanking?” she rattled out in one swift blur of words.

“Oh, no I meant that,” he said trying to keep a straight face.

The look on her face changed back to worry. “But…”

“But what?”

“You said you weren’t angry anymore.”

“I’m not.”

“But then why…oh, nothing, never mind,” she said, her voice starting to change pitch.

Ryan could tell the tears might begin to fall again and he pulled her in close to him with his hands resting on her hips to let her know he was there for her.

“Tell me what you are thinking.”

“Nothing”

Ryan reached his hand around and gave her left cheek a smack. “You are a horrible liar.” He held her hands and asked her again to share her thoughts and reminded her he wanted the truth.

“I am thinking we should get back to our friends,” she said trying to break her hands free, to no avail.

“When we are done here. After you tell me what you are worrying about.”

Ryan wanted her to open up and thought she would feel more comfortable if she was not looking at him. He sat on the bed and then patted his lap for her to sit down. She stood looking at him. He raised his eyebrows and she complied sitting on his lap. It felt nice there, safe. She loved being in his arms. And he loved holding her in his.

“So, tell me what is going on in that very complicated mind of yours,” he said running his fingers through her hair.

“Well, it’s just that when you threatened to spank me, you were still angry at me and it sounded like punishment…well, you remember that we don’t do discipline right?” She closed her eyes, afraid to hear the answer.

“I would call it more of a promise than a threat. And I remember that you said I have control over ALL spankings. I get to decide when, why, and how. Isn’t that right?”

“Well, yes,” she replied slowly, remembering the time when she first shared her desire to be spanked and wanted him to be in charge and now wondered if she should have been more careful in her chosen words. She felt her stomach fill with butterflies as he reached over and kissed her on the head.

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes, but…”

“No buts…do you trust me?” He reached over and kissed her on her neck, giving her chills all the way down her spine and she smiled.

“Of course, with all my heart.”

“Good.” And he kissed her again.

“But is it a punishment?”

He guided her off his lap so they were both standing face to face. Looking into her eyes he said, “I will take care of you.”

“I know you will.”

“Good.” He kissed her tenderly. Then her neck on her favorite spot. “Are you still worried?”

“I…uh…” He continued to kiss her neck and she started to melt.

“Are you feeling a bit better?” he asked nibbling.

“Ah hah.”

“And you are not going to worry about this anymore, right?”

“Uh uh,” she said shaking her head as he continued to kiss her, his hands wandering.

“Good.”

“They will be wondering what we are up to.” She said trying to deter him.

“Let them wonder.” He smiled. His hand slid under her dress and found its way under the elastic of her lace panties, making her gasp. “Do you trust me now?” He continued to explore, finding that despite her worry, simply talking of spanking had already made her wet with desire.

“Ummm…we can’t…we have to go…”

“Shhhhhhh,” he whispered and kissed her long and hard to quiet her endless worrying and chatter.

“I think the idea of a spanking has you excited.” He said once their lips parted, “but in case there is still any last bit of nervousness, perhaps a small taste now will ease your worry. Turn around and lean over the bed.”

“No, not now!” she said horrified at the thought of being spanked in their best friends’ house with them downstairs.

He laughed. “Did you just say no to me?” he teased.

“Yes, I did,” she said teasing back. Any worry she had felt before vanished. Her only worry now was that their friends would be able to hear them.

“I won’t accept ‘No’ for an answer,” he said pulling her to the bed and laying her across his lap, “and for that, I am going to make you squirm.” He started to spank her as she cried “ouch” and pleaded with him to stop.

“What if they hear?”

“Then I suggest you don’t make any noise.”

She giggled as he continued to playfully spank her. He lifted her dress and slid her panties down slowly and flung them to the floor and then continued to spank her bare bottom. She reached her hand back and he held her hand pressed against her back. He spanked and caressed her and then took a moment to feel her wetness. Then as quick as he began he stopped. He helped her up and held her in his arms and then kissed her.

In reality, it had only been a few minutes but Hannah had become lost in the moment and almost didn’t hear him say, “Now we can go back to the party. As he started leading her to the door, what he said finally registered and she said, “Wait, I need to put my panties back on.”

“No.”

“What?”

“No. Leave them here. This way I know you will be thinking of me all night, and when we return home I am going to continue where I left off. Your bottom is not quite the color I desire yet. And then I am going to make love to the woman I love.” He pulled her close as he spoke, grasping her behind and giving a squeeze. She was both embarrassed and incredibly turned on at the idea of not wearing any panties.

“Well we can’t just leave them here.”

He picked her panties off the floor and hid them in a drawer.  “We’ll get them later.”

“What if we forget…what if they find it?”

“What if I take you over my knee again, only this time in front of our friends?”

Her face returned to a lovely pink, though she knew he never would, or would he?  “Okay, fine, you win,” she agreed.

“Always.” He smiled and she smiled back. As they headed out the door he gave her one last smack to remember.

~o~

Terps, you don't know how much I appreciate you sharing this story with us years ago. I have to tell you I'm ready for another one. I hope you'll do more writing out here. Whether you let me grab it for a Fantasy Friday or you post it on your own site, we want to read more of your work.  I hope others are willing to share with us too. Please send any stories to elisspeaks@yahoo.com