Teacher in the Family

3. Self Help

I hated the original draft of Chapter 3 since it felt overly long and drawn out so I deleted it. Instead I opted to go with something simpler and more fun... at least for me. this is about Samantha's desires about a little spanking fun and with no one to help, she helps herself with a little picture of her handiwork going out to Ryder. Hope you all enjoy it. If you have any interesting ideas of who you would like to see in a scene let me know. 

Enjoy!

 Samantha hummed Tay Tay's Bad Blood while her hands were up to the elbows in suds from doing the dishes as per her mother's request. It was a simple deal, to get out of going to a family dinner all she had to do was extra chores. Those chores weren't even that bad as long as one hurried to finish.

With the plates and cups done, all that was left were  utensils. "Ugh," she complained, hating the tediousness of scrubbing each one individually. Yet it had to be done given their dishwasher had broken and the new one was arriving next week sometime.

Half way through the pile of tableware, she came across a large wooden spoon her mother used for stews and baking. It was long and sturdy with a wide flattened end. 'Bet this would sting like hell.' she thought as she placed it in the drying rack. Continuing on, her eyes kept being drawn to it, and thoughts of her little encounter with Ryder three weeks ago surged in her mind like a newly sparked memory. The way he described his own spanking in detail, how she envisioned every luscious moment, and of how he spanked her.

With reddened cheeks, Sam slipped the rubber gloves off and headed to the fridge. An ice cube was a welcome relief that tempered her rising heat.

"What the hell." she thought as her eyes once again found the spoon and she wondered, ever so briefly, how it would feel against her bottom. The thought of spanking, giving and receiving, had plagued her all day and simply wouldn't leave her be. It was just as bad as the four days proceeding her evening with Ryder. At that time, the only thing she could thing about was spanking. Now, it seems, it was happening again.

She quickly finished the dishes, purposely avoiding the enticing wooden spoon, then hurriedly changed into workout gear before jumping on the treadmill. She loved running, the freedom of loosing herself in the easy, satisfying exertion. She managed to hit twenty five of her normally forty five minutes and smiled. The only thing that would have been better was if Ryder were there so they could go running together.

She knew she erred the second she thought of her boyfriend. It started simply enough, him in his sweats, jogging along side her. Then it turned to him sprinting ahead, his tight backside flexing deliciously. That only led to him jogging naked, his sexy ass flexing in that way that gave her butterflies. It was only a matter of time when she envisioned that naked butt reddened by Mrs. Rose's hand. By that point she was done working out. All she could think of now was Mrs. Rose spanking him, him spanking her, her spanking... whoever!

"Damn it!" she jumped off the treadmill and turned it off. "No point continuing." She picked up her phone and quickly texted Ryder;

*Can u com over now?*

Maybe he was free to visit her and they could... 'play' together. The conjured image sent a wave of goosebumps swarming through her body, eliciting a soft moan as her hands gently squeezed her backside. She awaited anxiously for his answer.

He responded quickly.

*Sorry, homework... parents making me... whats up.*

*Nvm just wanted company.*

Dejected, Sam stripped as she climbed the stairs and hopped in the shower. The hot water felt great, unfortunately, her mind wouldn't let go of the thoughts of spanking. Before she knew it, her hands roamed all over her body making things even more heated and distracting. She fantasied about Ryder showing up, looking at her sternly and telling her what a bad girl she was, ever with a hint of a smirk. She would pretend to be the ever repentant girl and submit to his discipline. Surprisingly though, this daydream ebbed quickly, as she knew that spanking would never be truly real.