Chapter 10

Held aloft I at once took note that she’d put on her saddle shoes, from high school. Every Friday she’d wear them. Drove me wild.

“It drives me wild when you wear those shoes, Girl.”

“I know, but all the other girls wear them on Friday, boy.”

Along with the black and white saddle shoes were pink socks with lace frills. Those were new.

“Tommy?”

He’d set her once more upon the earth. Immediately the shoe tips turned inward, her pigeon-toed taking effect.

“What, baby-girl?” His voice held tremors.

“I want you to handcuff me. And keep me that way until you carry me to bed. It’ll be okay, I promise. I want to be cuffed when you and Cully spank me. I want that, Tommy. Please?”

I was so damn happy! I’d paid nary attention to them hanging from his belt. Just the Smith and Wesson, but, those handcuffs were present and accounted for; all shining silver.

“If you want that, Girl. I’ll-do-it.”

Uh, oh, he sounded static.

“You have the key, Tommy?”

“Yes-I-do.”

“Then-get-the-cuffs.” To-my-self.

She led him by the hand to the coat rack as I quietly sat back down in my trusty chair.

She turned around, facing me. Pursed her lips once, then again. Then placed her hands behind her.

“Nice and tight, Sergeant Gentile. I don’t want to get-a-way from you and boy.”

“Yes-Girl.”

“Do you have a spare key, sweetheart?”

“Yes-I-do.”

“We’ll set that one on the kitchen table. Cully, if you’d be so kind.”

I had no choice but to obey her. The little vixen smiled at me on the way over.

Tommy handed me the key.

“Thanks, Culburn.”

I hustled on back. I didn’t want anyone sitting in my chair.

“Cully, we’ll need your chair. You sit on the couch.”

Damn! “Sure, no problem.”

“Tommy, you sit where boy was and then I’ll place myself across your knee.”

“Are you sure about this, Girl?”

Oh, good Lord, please don’t do this now. To-my-self.

“I’m positive, darling. I want you to spank me, Tommy. Boy too. And then we’ll go to bed.”

“Yes-Girl.”

“Tommy, now I’ll keep your jersey on until you carry me to bed. So, don’t take it off until then. Just scoot it up as far as you deem it need be.”

“Yes-Girl.”

We found it better for Girl to be across both knees. That gave her a platform upon which to settle.

“Yes, that’s much better. Boy, can you see okay?”

“No problem.” Tommy was right-handed, so, her head was toward me.

It was strange to see Girl handcuffed like that. Her little hands looked adorable though cast in silver.

Tommy was stupefied. He just sat there like the proverbial bump on a log.

“Tommy, is the jersey too much for you, baby? I could take it off.”

“No, no, don’t do that! I’ve never done anything like this and you...”

He just trailed on-off.

“Where’s the fire?” One of Girl’s favorite sayings when I’d be bum-rushing her around.

“There isn’t one, Tommy. You just take your time. I like being close to you like this.”

Why couldn’t I have gone first? But, I’d probably lock up as well. Everything was so damn surreal then. Girl was always ready. I didn’t understand it then, or, decades later.

“Are you really alright, Girl? These handcu ... aren’t too tight are they. I could loosen them.”

Now the man couldn’t even say the word (handcuffs)!

“No, it feels fine, Tommy. You just relax and when you’re ready just push your jersey up and you’ll see the white panties you bought me today. Remember in the store I showed them to you? You were so shy, but, I didn’t care. Cully, Tommy bought me a pair of pink panties too, didn’t you, Tommy?”

“Yes-I-did.”

Like a damn robot, like the one on “Lost in Space.”

“I like my panty collection. I have everything organized in our bedroom, in my lingerie drawer, don’t I, Tommy?”

“Yes-you-do.”

I had no room to talk, none. But, at least I could admit it. Yes, I wanted over there on one hand, and on the other I was wary. Would I be able to function once in position? How hard should I hit, I mean spank the little dickens? Panties up, or, panties down? Or, panties off? Could I sneak a sniff in? Should I?”

“Cully, don’t sniff my butt, darn you!” I’d heard that lament more than a few times.

Then he activated and gently pushed the jersey up past the white panties. And that sight stalled him.

“Girl, my goodness.”

They were gorgeous. Pure white and fit that little girl like a kid glove.

So what’d she do?

Wiggled it.

I think he cried out. One of us did, I know that.

“Take them down, Tommy. I want you to see me, sweetheart.”

“I-don’t-know.”

She has two dimples just above the panty line, about six inches apart. So, you know what “John Shaft” did?

He bent and kissed each dimple. He knew!

“You like my dimples, don’t you, darling?”

They’d discussed her dimples.

“Dimples!!!” To-my-self.

“Yes.”

“You can sniff it if you’d like, Tommy.”

No, she didn’t say that.

“Spank your baby-girl, Tommy-boy.”

He laid the side of his face on her bottom. Not to sniff it though.

“It’s so warm, Girl.”

“I’m glad you’re here with us tonight, Tommy.”

He just stayed there and listened as she spoke his praises:

“I’m going to hold you tonight as you sleep, Tommy. And I’m going to make you a cornbread in the morning. One for you and Cully and another one for mama. Yes, I promised I’d bring her a cornbread when we go visiting tomorrow.”

“Thank-you-Girl.”

At least I had that to look forward to if everything else fell apart.

“Tommy, lower my panties, darling.”

“I don’t want to hit you with your panties down, baby-girl.”

See, now she had him referring to it as “hitting” instead of spanking. I knew it!

“Well, after they’re down for a while then you can pull them back up and spank me. I want you to see my bottom naked.”

“Okay.”

He lowered them and stopped just past the cheeks.

Somehow I’d lifted from the couch and had to force myself back down.

And again somebody had cried out.

“Cullyyy!”

“I’ve never seen it like this, Katie.”

“I know, Tommy. I wanted you to see it like this. You wanted to, didn’t you, little boy?”

“Yes-I-did.”

“Here we go again.” To-my-self.

Though I was shocked that Tommy liked the baby talk and references. I figured I was alone in that respect. But, he ate it up.

“Cully, he needs it, honey.” She’d told me.

“I have to mother him and baby him. So, don’t ever judge him, boy. Please. It would just break his heart if you did. He needs to trust both of us. It’s part of guarding and protecting him, Cully. Understand?”

Made sense. But, it did beg the question as to why she babied me.

And I never said a word, or, made a judgment during the times of baby talk and references. I wouldn’t dare. I was never even tempted. It seemed natural. It was not forced upon Tommy and he grasped onto it and held fast. I think it was a defense mechanism of sorts because she related that she didn’t do much of that when they were alone. Perhaps he just needed it in my presence. And she didn’t baby talk me in his presence as much as she did before he came to us. And I missed that. Baby talk never returned as strong and prevalent once Tommy left us.

He moved his palms slowly over her cheeks. Then would lay his left cheek upon her, yes, her right cheek. But, I could not sense he was sniffing her though Girl’s crevice was right there. Tommy wasn’t the kind of guy who would steal a sniff. You know, portend like he was being nice just to get close enough to lift a sniff. And he was there. If I got that close I’d sniff and suffer the consequences of my actions. So, you know what I did when I was in the catbird seat? I didn’t put my cheek down there, because I knew I wouldn’t be able to act like somebody. I’d sniff. She’d hold her tongue, sure, then come and visit me in my new room middle of the night and probably hit me.

“Girl, I’m going to give it a try, okay, sweetheart?”

“Sure, baby. Go ahead. I want you to, Tommy. You’re my favorite.”

Of course, he just had to pull her panties back up first.

But, I’ll tell you what. He did give her a stout spanking. I was flabbergasted and he didn’t overdo it of course, but, he worked her butt for quite a spell. She squealed, but, didn’t protest nor move her bottom. She took it like a trouper. And it was indeed a blast watching Tommy spank her. He never looked at me, for approval, or, conspiratorial meanderings. No. Uh, uh. He tended his business and spanked the girl. And she needed it. She was precocious. She was petulant. And still is.

He finally stopped.

“Is-that-enough, Girl?”

She was ready.

“Of what? Oh, you stopped? I’m just kidding. But, no, I want you to spank me with my panties not only down, but, off, Tommy. Take them off, give them to boy and when you’re finished then you can put them back on me for Cully to have his time to spank. I want to try it bare butt, Tommy. Okay, sweetheart? Is it fun spanking your baby-girl, Tommy?”