September Fall. Jenny Plumb

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СКАЧАТЬ style="font-size:15px;">      When she went into the kitchen, her mother's eyes popped open wide. "You look so good today!"

      "Gee, thanks, Mom," Sadie muttered.

      "No, I mean… you look good every day, but today you look… never mind."

      "Are you ready to go?" Sadie asked, wanting to get away from the scrutiny.

      Victoria picked up her purse and nodded. "You're having lunch with Adam after class, right?"

      She almost groaned but held it in. Instead, she headed for the door as she answered, "Yes, I'm having lunch with Adam, and then he'll drive me home after lunch. I'm not sure what time it will be, because we have a lot to catch up on, but I'll be home before dinner."

      Her mother wisely didn't comment.

      On the way to class, Sadie couldn't keep her mind out of the gutter. She'd slept with a total of five guys; Two in high school, and three in college. The first was her boyfriend for most of junior year. They'd slept together a few times over the summer between her junior and senior years. The second was her boyfriend for the last two months of her senior year. They'd only slept together on prom night, and it hadn't been great, because they'd both been drunk. Then in college, she'd had two one-night stands, one with Adam, and one with another guy from the football team named Tim. Then there was Garrett.

      Garrett had asked her on a date out of the blue one day during football practice, and she'd said yes. He was a linebacker, and he was huge. She loved their size difference and often had fantasies about him manhandling her. She also loved their color difference; he was African American, and she was a pale Caucasian. She loved seeing their skin together when they had sex. She'd dated him for almost a year, and they'd slept together often, but she'd never had the courage to tell him what she really wanted in bed. He was a sweet and considerate lover, and she was worried that he'd be horrified by the thought of hitting her, especially if she got off on it. She often felt like she was his safe space. It was all rough and tumble with smack talk on the field, but then with her, it was gentle touches and loving conversation. And she didn't want to ruin his safe space with her kink.

      They would still be together if he had another year of school left, but she knew deep down it was for the best that they go their separate ways, because she'd never been honest with him about sex. She'd never been honest with any of the men she'd slept with, but that was going to end today. If Adam wanted to fuck her, he'd have to give her what she wanted first, and what she wanted was a whipping.

      Belts had always captured her attention, even before she hit puberty. Her parents didn't agree with corporal punishment, so she'd never even been swatted, let alone spanked or whipped with a belt, and yet belts had always held a prominent spot in all of her fantasies. She had no idea where, when, or how her love of leather had started. It had just always been there, as far back as she could remember. Leather paddles, floggers, and straps were nice, too, but not as good as a belt. In high school, she'd given herself a few smacks on the thigh with one of her dad's belts when she was home alone and knew without a doubt that the lovely bite of pain it caused was exactly what she wanted from a lover. When she saw a guy wearing a wide, well-worn belt, her clit always twitched, and she found herself attracted to him. In fact, the belt Garrett was wearing the day he'd asked her out was the biggest reason she'd said yes. But she'd never been brave enough to ask him to use it on her.

      So today, she was going to gather her courage, stand up for herself, and tell Adam what she was into.

      Adam's eyes opened wide, and he sat up a little straighter when he saw Sadie hobble into the room with her crutches. She looked so fucking hot, compared to Tuesday, that he might have to put his notebook in his lap like he was back in middle school instead of college. Her tight-fitting tee-shirt left nothing to the imagination, and he couldn't wait to get her home and into his bed.

      His eyes went to hers, and he realized he'd been caught looking at her chest again, but she was smiling, so he didn't apologize when she sat down next to him.

      "You look fantastic," he said.

      "Thanks. You look good too."

      He looked down at his tee-shirt and jeans for a moment and shrugged.

      "Did you do the homework?" she asked.

      At the end of the last class, Dr. Stryker had asked them to analyze their feelings about whatever incident led them to this class and to identify underlying emotions other than anger.

      Sighing, he flipped open his notebook and showed her his first page.

      Anger is my underlying emotion.

      She snickered and said, "Please tell me you're not actually serious."

      He thought she was even prettier when she laughed. He grinned. "Well, I am serious, but I know it's not what Dr. Stryker wants to see, so here's my bullshit essay." He flipped the page and let her see the two paragraphs he'd written last night about feeling helpless to protect the women Rubin had raped.

      She nodded. "Much better."

      "What about you?" he asked.

      She showed him her notebook but didn't leave it open long enough for him to actually read it.

      "Embarrassed about your answer?" he asked.

      She shrugged. "I guess."

      He put a hand on her naked knee and said, "I'd like to see it."

      After a small pause, she opened it, and let him read it. The essay said her underlying emotion was sorrow for the cheerleading career she'd never have. Once he'd read it, he squeezed her knee gently and said, "I'm sorry."

      "Thanks."

      Dr. Stryker started the class, and Adam let go of her knee so he could pay attention.

      The class was all about how people who feel powerless in a situation often resort to anger, and Dr. Stryker had asked them to connect that dynamic into their homework assignment about underlying emotions. Sadie couldn't deny the truth of that concept. She had felt powerless when she was lying on the side of that mountain waiting to be rescued, and she'd felt even more powerless when the doctor had told her she'd never be able to play competitive sports again. It was a sobering class, and she could tell from his expression that Adam had been affected as well.

      Trying to stay positive for his sake, she said, "What kind of food should we get on the way to your house?"

      He slowly smiled. "There's a slew of fast food places on the way. We could get burgers, tacos, chicken, or even pizza or Chinese food. What sounds good?"

      "Burgers?"

      "Sure."

      Fifteen minutes later when Sadie saw Adam's house, she wondered if maybe this was a bad idea. There was no way she could get up the porch stairs safely without some help, especially when her newfound fear of falling might cause her to freeze halfway up the stairs. Luckily for her, her parents' house was one level, so that hadn't been an issue. She hated the thought of appearing weak and needy in front of Adam. She knew she was a masochist with submissive tendencies, and she was fine with that label in the bedroom, but not anywhere else.

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