Chapter 47

After the conversation with Haley, the last part of the abbreviated school day was a blur. As we rushed towards summer break, everyone else was planning vacations. But my rattling brain was swirling with thoughts of hungry Jeri, cute Beth, my sexy mother, and lonely Mrs. Cameron. While trundling to the exit, Shayna dashed ahead to find dad beside the van.

The ride to physical therapy was quiet. Dad spent almost as long glancing at me in the rearview as he did watching the road. It was my final appointment. The way he’d mentioned it while loading me said far more than the actual words.

There was no more point to it. It had served its purpose, giving me the most strength for the longest time. Insurance provided one last visit, so I’d go. Do whatever I felt up to accomplishing. And then that was it. Book closed.

“Hey dad?”

“Yes, Kyle,” he replied while turning into the “Better Strength” parking lot.

“We’re still gonna hit the diner, right? After PT?”

“Sure, kiddo.”

Once we’d pulled to a halt before the center, he flashed me a genuine grin. I hadn’t seen one of those in a while. I even got a quick hair tussle before rolling into the air conditioning.

That was the high point.

As usual, Smiling Jake was behind the desk. Not “usual.” The smile faded as he scanned me. Yeah, I guess everyone knew.

“Hey there, Kyle.” Like a flame sputtering in a stiff wind, the grin attempted to rekindle on his face. “You’ll be with Kayla today.”

“Okay,” I muttered.

After a quick goodbye to dad, I rolled onto the main floor, even deader than usual as it was way early. Young, bouncy, and kinda reminding me of Beth, except with curly red hair, Kayla tried her damndest. But I wasn’t feeling it. After only half the time, I asked to be released. Unlike my prior attempts, she gave me no guff.

Yeah, everyone knew.

Since I’d not broken a sweat, I moved towards the locker room for a quick handwash. And that’s when Cindy, clad in her usual curve-hugging black ensemble, popped into view from a “Staff Only” door. With a grin on her face that tensed at the corners, she moved closer.

“Hi, Kyle! It’s wonderful to see you.”

Several things happened at once. Shayna dashed forward, driving her to one side. I glanced at a closed door with darkness in its slim vertical window. And those damned drums exploded in my head.

The time I had remaining was slipping away. It was now or never. The drums hammered at my chest. Or it could’ve been my heartbeat. As she dodged towards the doorway, I peeked back at the desk. Smiling Jake was smiling while talking with another pair of staff.

“Have you told him?”

The abrupt iciness in my tone no longer surprised me, but I caught the tremor in Cindy’s frame as she flattened against the wall. With her fists shaking at her sides, her light blue eyes widened.

“W—what? What do you mean, Kyle?”

“What I told you to explain to him.” I glanced towards her boyfriend. “About your needs.”

“What needs, Kyle? I don’t remem—”

“Open that door.” That ice in my voice was a calving glacier far up in the Arctic. “Now, Cindy.”

There was no logical reason for her to obey, but jangling keys flew upwards in her fist as she dashed to the gray metal handle. Shayna, tail low, watched the front desk as I whirred closer.

“Good girl.” While speaking in the same chilly tone, I ran my palm along the silken material on the back of Cindy’s thigh. “So obedient, aren’t you?”

At the quick flip of the key chain and the even swifter nod of her head, I glanced at Shayna. Eyes flooded with gold. Yeah, logic no longer applied; this had to happen. For her. And Smiling Jake. Because I’d soon be long gone.

The sputtering sadness within me died as she flung the door wide and slipped into the dark room. It was an aerobics studio, lined with mirrors and floored with hardwood that shimmered in the light through the doorway. As Shayna moved inside behind me, Cindy gulped and kept easing towards the middle.

“No. Get over here.”

Just as Shayna nudged the door closed with a thunk, Cindy shot forward to stand beside the chariot. Before her long golden-blonde ponytail had slowed, I flicked my hand up to land an open-palm against her buttock. No cry. Only a curt hiss of air flew from her.

“You know what that was for?”

“Yes. I should’ve told him.”

“So you lied to me? You hadn’t forgotten?”

As the tiniest whimper escaped Cindy, her gaze snapped to the closed door. When my stinging palm skimmed her shuddering butt, the whimper became a moan.

“Yes.”

Now the way she said that single word sent a shaft of pure energy through me. Not only was fear absent from her voice, she pushed into my fingers with another moan. She knew she’d be disciplined. She wanted—no, demanded—to be punished. If anything, the only hitch in her breathing was as I drew my hand away.

Because I had no earthly idea how to punish her.

Yes. Yes, you do.

And just like that, insane voice joined the party.

With a harrumph, Shayna curled up on a rug in the middle of the room. As they gazed in our direction, her darkened eyes glittered.

“Put your hands on the wall. And spread your legs.”

Before the last word departed my lips, Cindy was moving. One slap on the mirrored wall. Two. The slide of rubber-soled tennies on the sleek hardwood. The chariot whirred as I positioned myself behind her. While I remained silent, I glided my hands up the outside of her thighs. A winding moan escaped her to fog the mirror and the smallest of tremors rippled through her body.

But how that moan became a growl as I yanked her tight black pants and taut pink bikini briefs down. She may have expected a simple paddling, but at the roar of a further energy pulse within me, stroked by the release of her syrupy scent, I was beyond that.

Time, I had little. Fear, I had none.

At the first resounding smack on her perfect, round butt, she swayed forward. Again, no cry. Only a hiss that sent a cloud of fog along the shiny wall. The second struck her as she returned to her position. That drew a soft moan. And a swift backwards shove to chase my retreating palm. With my hand hurting, I moved the chariot closer to use both palms.

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