Daisies Tell No Lies by Frances LaGatta, Spanking
Lori's new dominant lover may just be the right one! But only time will tell.

Part Two: Samson's Haircut, spanking
The action really heats up in part two, when Lori rashly sends Scott an email pointing out his biggest faults.

Table for Two 

Lori’s tummy growled at the mixed smells of brewed Brazilian coffee, simmering potatoes, sweet onions, red bell peppers and sausage while she whipped eggs, sliced fresh melon, and added cherries and a variety of hard cheeses to a serving dish. 

 She placed finessing touches on her dinette while waiting for Scott to arrive, and then stood back to admire the results. Gold ware and brown and beige leaf patterned stoneware set off her softly lighted, oak hutch. Soft classic rock seduced the senses. Crystal flutes awaited chilled orange juice. Mimosas might be a vacationers’ delight. . .  what a shame  that champagne was taboo for this hard working, dedicated medical doctor/professor who had taken her to task for the first REAL spanking session over a his lap.

Scott, who had the spanker bug since time eternal, had spanked her soundly with a heavy hand that stung her bottom as royally as his British blood.  And, he intermittently explored her womanly charms while she was upended over his solidly secure lap. His leisure discovery of her every pleasure point and secret desires with his teasing fingers brought her to the brink of orgasm again, and again. And again . . . only to stop and re-scorch her naughty -but -nice behind.  Her arousal had been raised to such an all time high the spanking, while quite painful, was not nearly so . . . until after the fact . . . when  he had sent her off to work at the hair salon with a flaming  red bum, swollen nether lips, a clitoris that pulsed in confusion, and sodden panties.  For the first time in her career, she was thankful to stand long hours behind a hydraulic chair as opposed to sitting. Just thinking about their first lusty scene together made her blush to the roots of her hair and lust . . . for more.

 Lori had to admit, Scott had also driven his lessons home in his Volvo van parked outside the deserted museum. She would never again call him a liar or make disparaging remarks with her wine-tipsy behavior over lunch. Never again would allude that he was a tea-totaling stuffed shirt who wanted to stiff the waitress or give her a stiff one! He politely asked the waitress to hold their table, calmly escorted her outside and, in his van, turned her over his lap, then bared and spanked her naked bottom silly. He lectured her the whole time on why she would falsely believe he did not have his attention fully focused on her. Then they went back into the eatery where she sat on her blazing bum as proof of just where his attention had been focused. Why did this arouse her to the tenth power?

Scott’s expected arrival of 9:45AM passed.  Lori wouldn’t dare tell him, even in jest, that HE needed to be spanked for being late. Oh, Ouch! But still . . . the devil in her wanted to do exactly that!   Especially when he had warned her: such folly would land her promptly over his knee and he would apply to her derriere the sturdy oak hairbrush he had instructed her to masturbate with nightly while they were apart. Sex was 80% brain work, and the brain was the largest sexual organ. Scott gave the term “sensual simmering" new meaning. And, this strict dominant male spanker expected his written instructions followed to the letter! She – a known ’rule breaker' – even in childhood was the precocious and curious one to first open the "DO NOT ENTER" door. As a mature adult, she still loved to push the envelope.

Scott believed in accountability and consequences for not taking all he said at face value. She had underestimated him and, had paid the price for her misdeeds, writing him his requested apology for calling him a liar. She refused to read the dammed stupid note aloud, which was lame as far as apologies went, until Scott made his point with his hand on her sassy ass. She literally ended up reading it to him – upended! Ouch! Pleeeeease STOP! I'm sorry! (She would have told him anything at that point!) And then he made her close her internet dating profile account after another spanking. She merely re-opened it later under another silly name!

Lori filled the Waterford vase at the kitchen sink, wondering what kind of flowers Scott would bring to her table.  She once used a dating profile status of: “A flower amidst weeds.” If anyone would have bothered to ask what kind of flower, she would've compared herself, and her Italian temperament, to a “Tiger Lily’s, “a bold, fiery flower. ‘Tiger’ referred to the spots on the petals and a strong, hearty sexual nature. But Lori was also wholly feminine and soft, and like this lily, which was as edible as her pussy, she was closed against darkness, opening only to the sun's loving warmth. Tiger Lilies opened at sunrise and closed at sunset. They made good cut flowers as new blooms continue to open on cut stems over several days. She liked the fact they gained the nickname 'Outhouse Lily’, because she, on occasion, could be ‘full of it’ as well. The Tiger Lily got its start when planted by Chinamen at buildings near newly erected railroads. Lori would not be railroaded . . . by any man, and always had her antenna up whenever it to came to a new romance.  Tiger Lilies required little attention – like her.  Fertilizer or BS was not needed. Once established, they grew year after year and could over-run a garden. She also knew full well, there were times when she was totally out-of-control and needed to be taken in hand. Other times, she wished to give up control in the bedroom only and surrender all to a dominant male. A paradox, just like her spanking desires.

  Lori snapped out her musings at the smell of burnt potatoes.  Perhaps Scott would bring roses to match her heart-shaped wall wreath and red suede couch? Ahh, but her last lover, Austrian born, Wilhelm, had shamelessly spoiled her.  American Indians’ had a wise saying about being choosy when sharing a wigwam, for should you part ways; the spirit of the man or woman for many moons lingered and could disturb your rest. Could the psychological dynamics and understanding between a spanker and spankee ever be the same when a partner had not developed this arousing bug and fantasy-laden play during puberty?  She wanted to give Scott a chance. And, her former lover was about to be replaced—with Scott.  Lori would soon take Scott to her bed where he planned to plant his truly luscious cock – which she had merely tasted and handled so far – but had been deprived of between her wanton thighs.

She gave a start when her apartment buzzer went off, and pressed the hall button to open the door with a pulse that picked up its pace . . . and for more reasons than one. 

Scott appeared at the top of her steps with a handsome smile and a pretty bouquet of purple daisies, one large red one smack in the center – what was that saying . . . ? “Daisies tell no lies!”  What a perfect color scheme tribute to her decor! The man was most observant, and she already learned he did not miss much with his radar blue eyes when it came to her or her behavior . . . be it naughty or nice.  

Multiple Courses  

Scott was impressed with Lori’s pretty table, and he immediately wanted her for dessert. However, he somehow knew restraint and sexual teasing was crucial when it came to this delicious Italian dish.

He enjoyed multiple breakfast courses she served dressed in her sexy, slinky, black and white striped side-tie blouse and black mini skirt. He suspected sheer, full cut black panties were hidden beneath that hem – per his instructions. They covered her oh-so–naughty-but-nice-spankable bottom.  Most women spankees were especially turned on over the act of drawing those panties slowly down their thighs.  And, Lori's legs – they were fabulous for a mature woman! Even more so in her black suede, high-heeled sandals decorated with colorfully, clear bobbles.  He would prefer those exceptional legs encased in sheer, black thigh-high stockings with lacy top bands.  However, the hot, humid summer would make this manner of dress appear odd and be uncomfortable if they were out to dinner or on an outing.  Come winter, or in the bedroom when he specifically instructed – which he had done this time – was an altogether different matter for his budding spankee in training.  He decided to leave this oversight on her part alone . . . for now.  She was not only testing him, purposely being defiant to provoke him, but the dominant/submissive spanking waters were still new to her outside of her vivid spanking fantasies from puberty on.  

Their conversations, per par, covered many subjects and more intimate disclosure in a few days than most vanilla couples could hope to explore in a year of daily dates.  Lori was easy to talk to, and worked with the public for, as she like to say, ‘many full moons’. “For the veteran hairstylist,” she claimed, “Tact was the ability to make them feel at home, even on those days when she wished they were!” 

Lori had a youthful exuberance and willingness to listen, and she absorb all when it came to his love of history or other subjects in which he gave lectures that would bore the average bear. She was also selective about a potential lover and would not settle on second best. She would rather do without a man than choose to participate in a romantic relationship wherein she did not come away with more, whether knowledge, fun-filled adventures, exceptional non-vanilla sex with spanking both disciplinary and erotic and all of the above. Lori enjoyed life to the fullest. She was also a commitment phobic.  Yet, her big heart had an infinite capacity to give, not just receive love with family and friends and . . . with the right man. He wanted to prove he was that man, but knew at this early stage, she would run like a deer if cornered his headlights. This only made him want her more.

 A self-proclaimed egg-head, Scott recalled Lori’s devilish smile along with a sassy ass that begged to be spanked when she boldly told him he was a bit of a ‘stuffed shirt ‘and ‘a tad nerdy.’  Yet, he knew she liked him for their interesting differences as well as their compatible traits. Four years younger than she, Scott hoped to change her preference for older, supposedly more experienced men, and . . . he was about to exorcise the specter of her former lover from her mind and bed with a good spanking and cock pounding she wouldn’t soon forget! That ghost should sit on the edge of her bed take notes!

Yes, he was impressed with the whole package she presented but he wasn't sure if she was right for him.  He only knew, wherever this relationship headed, if he could keep it going, the journey would never be boring.  Keeping her in line and taking her to task when need be . . . well . . .  He had his work cut out for him. Lori was also headstrong, stubborn, impatient, and far too impulsive for her own good.  And she had erected walls and barriers of distrust from bad past experiences with men. Walls he intended to bring down . . . with time and a good session with a hairbrush, if need be.  She had learned over his knee – he meant what he said and did not lie!  He was not like other men. That she had trusted him enough to invite him to her apartment, at all, had been a milestone he recognized, understood, appreciated, and respected.

And, it did not hurt that Lori was pretty! Admittedly a visual male, he liked her dancing, dark Italian eyes, surprisingly youthful looking face, and pent up sexual energy and zest for life.   Shiny, midnight brown natural curls were as springy as her fast paced walk and her quick, often barbed-wire wit.  Her figure was curvy, which was fine with him in a sexy, Sophia Loren kind of way.  The problem was Lori was never happy with her weight and, while she successfully dieted and had lost much, she continued to ignore her gym membership, now suspended for the summer when she was never more happy than when swimming in a pool, lake, or ocean.  Soon he would whisk her off for a spanking good vacation to his beachfront home. Lori enjoyed walking fast, not running, on nature trails and beaches, and riding rental bikes in scenic parks. She did not want to be indoors in the summer and despised exercising in a gym. She had told him she mainly used the gym pool for laps and aqua aerobics during the winter months, along with the treadmill or bikes.  

Scott planned to motivate her slackers’ ass into some healthier habits and hobbies.  

Breakfast finished, Lori took his hand, and he let her lead him off into her bedroom for an erotic spanking, promised cock pounding, among other sexual delights. He could not wait to taste the desert this Italian dish would soon provide! 

Working out the Kinks  

Anne ran bewildered thick-set fingers through her short, spiky black and purple hair. From her office window inside the C.P. Fitness & Wellness Gym, she watched doctor Scott drive away with Lori in his van. Without a doubt, it was the strangest meet and commission Anne ever dealt with in her ten year experience as a fitness trainer.

 It was not at all strange that doctor Scott hired her as a personal trainer for his girlfriend. It wasn't even odd that a doctor would tailor suit her health specific needs with a good cardio regime, keep a watch on her fused neck from an ancient surgery, or order abdominal exercises for her curvaceous figure. Anne liked a woman with a little meat on them. She was sick of anorexic sticks with no tits. Who wanted to make love to a bony skeleton? Lori had amazing boobs that went flat when prone, not like the hard, phony silicone implants in the blizzard-headed, fake blonds pumping iron around here.

  No. . . . What was odd was the good doctor’s request and emphasis on strengthening Lori’s kegal muscles, or vaginal squeezing walls.  What was really odd was how Lori’s red buttock cheeks peeked out of her loose gym shorts whenever she bent forward or lifted a leg to work-out during Anne’s equipment intros. And, when Anne caught a glimpse Lori’s naked body coming out of the shower and pulling up a one piece swim suit to do laps in the pool –which was Lori’s reward for a good workout on the machines – Lori’s ass cheeks had been as red and marked as if a thousand hornets had stung her behind. Twin cherries tattooed on her right ass cheek were nearly the same color as her flesh! Obviously Scott spanked Lori something fierce before he brought her in! He’d asked to speak with a personal trainer in private, and wanted a medical regime tailored to suit her health and dietary needs . . . along with his and her sexual needs.  Why did this make Anne so horny? Damn! She felt wet between her thighs as if her lesbian lover had licked and sucked and pinched her clitty and probed her hungry holes . . . unmercifully.

But if truth be told, Anne could not count the times she had wanted to motivate lazy assed, overindulgent female clients with a good over the knee spanking! Anne wanted to kiss Scott for his dominant desire and inspirational force, even though she was not into men.  But then again, Lori was pretty, and Anne would enjoy watching her tone. She especially enjoyed the moments when Lori worked those kegal on the machines. Oh my! 

Yet, out of Scott’s earshot and beyond his blue-eyed watch, Lori had shot off verbally to Anne, albeit under her breath; “My wrists hurt with this jack off machine. I use my hands for my livelihood.  Enough is when I say it is enough! I know my body’s limitations and I will NOT be injured due to your Gestapo Bull Dyke tactics! Lay off. I need water. And I like my wine! Do we understand each other?”

No wonder the good doctor spanked this feisty bitch!

Anne, fully intended to report the incident to Scott, and not only watch him take her in hand for her just desserts – but assist!