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George woke me the next morning and he brought in the boxes with my clothes from my car. Since we were going to church I took out a suitable dress. As Mrs. Olsen predicted, most of the married couples were smiling and holding hands affectionately. I also noticed that they all sat down gently. The minister's chair was well padded and I was willing to bet that she especially appreciated it this morning. She gave a good sermon and I was almost disappointed that she didn't mention spanking.
After lunch I changed into old clothes and reloaded my car. We joined up with a group of ten more people and had Maryellen's stuff moved to Larry's house in no time at all. Then they all came back to my new apartment for an impromptu housewarming party. There was a good feeling about them. They had all been friends for ages but they enveloped me into their little group right away. Andrew and Abigail were married but the others were still single. Jessica, Hannah, Betty, Tony, Howard and Pete. I remembered the last two as fellows I danced with at the wedding and they were the ones who seemed to be competing with George for my attention.
After a while Hannah called for quiet and said, "Tony spanked me on Friday night."
There was gentle teasing. I think it was Howard who spoke up first. "So what's new about that. There isn't a man here who hasn't warmed your bottom and, I might add, hasn't thoroughly enjoyed how hot you get afterwards."
Amidst the laughter she said, "It was where he spanked me that's important."
George replied, "There should be no doubt about that. You have one of the nicest rear ends in town. Wait, I think I know what you mean. Did Larry give him a key to the police station so he could take you to cell three? You really enjoyed it when I took you there last weekend."
One of the women punched him in the arm. "Stop it guys. You know what she means so be quiet. Go ahead Hannah."
The girl looked lovingly at Tony and said, "You tell them Honey."
He cleared his throat and said, "Well, you know how much I love to spank this angel and have seen me do it lots of times but baring her bottom during one of our parties was easy compared to Friday."
Hannah impatiently interrupted to get to the point. "He spanked me really hard with my Mom's hairbrush."
There were squeals from the women and the men all got up to shake Tony's hand. My confusion only lasted a moment until I remembered Mrs. Olsen telling me how young couples started their engagement. First her parents give a spanking like the ones she got when she was younger and then the man who wants to marry her does the same to show his commitment to disciplining any children they might have. I joined the others in hugging and offering my best wishes.
But that wasn't the only thing to confuse me. It was obvious that these two loved each other and had felt that way for some time. So I was surprised that she had gone out with other guys fairly recently and engaged in this town's version of normal sex. I quietly asked George and he repeated my question to the group. I was embarrassed at my innocence but the were very understanding since I was new and didn't know much about their way of life. My confusion resulted from the idea that sex and love were too closely related. Until two people made a firm commitment to each other there was nothing wrong with enjoying sexual relations with others and in fact, it was encouraged. From the time they started dating young people are expected to sample intimate delights with more than one other person. Hannah and Tony were very much in love but neither one was threatened by their future spouse having fun with someone else. Since they were now engaged they probably would spend most of their time together but an occasional romp with a friend was not unheard of. All that would change with the wedding. After the marriage they took their vows of faithfulness and fidelity very seriously.
Things quickly turned into a planning session for their engagement party and it was set for the weekend after next after Larry and Maryellen returned. Abigail offered some advice to Hannah. "I remember my wedding and the paddling that Andrew gave me. You might consider getting Tony to help you prepare for it. I suggest a spanking every night for at least a week before."
Hannah smiled. "Did that really help?"
Abigail laughed. "Not a bit. It still hurt like the dickens but it's nice to have a few sexy spankings within recent memories when he's lifting you off your feet with the paddle."
More chuckles from the group and she added, "But wait until you see how hot and hard your husband can get after you use the paddle on him. You may think sex is good now but believe me, it's going to get a lot better."
Andrew blushed and just shrugged his shoulders. He looked at Tony, "You're going to like it too."
When that subject was exhausted I casually remarked that I was driving back to my old apartment the next day. I had brought the important stuff with me but due to the size of my car I had to leave some things behind. My new place was large enough that I decided to go back and get the rest of it.
There was immediate silence and everyone looked at George. He was obviously slightly troubled but he tried to be light hearted as he said, "That's fine. Unfortunately with half the police force on his honeymoon I can't leave. Howard, can you get the time off and take her?"
Howard volunteered with a sly smile but I declined the offer. "Thanks but it's really not a problem. It's not much stuff and will fit in my car. Besides, I have to tell my landlord and my boss that I'm leaving."
George cleared his throat. "I'm not sure how to explain all this but even if you find the way out the chances are that you may not be able to find your way back."
I smiled. "That's sweet of you to be concerned but I still have the map I used to get to the wedding."
He shook his head. "It was only good for that one day. You see, the roads around here tend to move around on their own. In fact, I recommend that you not try to drive anywhere alone for a month or so until you are more familiar with things. Most of my job involves finding tourists who've stumbled into the area and leading them out. Unless they're pretty young women like yourself."
The last was said with a smile and I squinted. "You mean I was kidnapped?"
He shrugged and said, "You could call it that but I don't feel the slightest bit of remorse. Should I?"
I smiled and said, "No. But tell me more about the roads."
He turned serious and said, "I can't. What I can say is that sending you the map required the approval of the entire town council. Maryellen said she wanted you to be there and Mayor Olsen was all for the idea. Unfortunately, there's no way I can get you a map for tomorrow. Howard will have to take you."
I still had lots of questions but it was apparent that I wasn't going to get direct answers. So I made arrangements for Howard to pick me up the next morning. The party broke up and I think George would've stayed with me but he got a message on his beeper. He said, "Darn. A station wagon full of kids has wandered in and driven in circles three times. I better get out there and help them find there way to the interstate."
He gave me a little kiss and I was alone in my new home.
The next morning Howard picked me up and we headed out of town. I watched carefully and it was true, the roads were different from when I arrived two days before. He laughed and said, "Don't worry. It won't take you too long to get the hang of them. But George was right, don't try exploring on your own for a while. I'll be happy to show you around."
On the way we talked about lots of things but no real explanation about the how and why of this area's strange behavior. His father is Emil Burke who owns the hardware store and had given Mark Johnson his strapping a while back. Howard works with his Dad at the store and since business on Monday's was never busy he had no trouble getting the time off to be my chauffeur and guide.
Our first stop was where I worked. My boss was not happy. Then off to lunch. Howard didn't get out of Riverton very often so he was impressed by the fancy restaurant I chose. Next stop was the bank where I closed my accounts and put a check that represented my entire life savings before we made our way to the post office. The Riverton postmaster gave me a paper with an address. It did not refer to Riverton but somewhere else. I was assured that the mail would be forwarded to him and then delivered to me. I had ceased to be amazed or confused about my new home and didn't think twice when I filled out the change of address form.
I offered to show my companion some of the sights in the city but he demurred. "Thanks but I've been here before and there's nothing that we don't have in Riverton. Just a larger scale. But there is one thing I'd like to do."
I smiled and said, "So tell me and we'll do it."
I almost regretted those words as he said, "I've never spanked anyone while in the outside world. We can do that at your apartment."
It was said in such a matter of fact way that I couldn't think of an appropriate argument. Actually, even if I could have expressed an objection I didn't want to. He was handsome and what he suggested sounded like a good idea. I only had one concern. "I don't have any of that lotion with me and I'd rather not be bouncing on a stinging bottom on the ride back to town. So would you be satisfied with a small spanking?"
He laughed, "What kind of man would I be if I wasn't always prepared. Look in the glove box."
Sure enough, he had a half-full bottle and I squirmed in my seat. That was good for the ride home but the fire in my rear end was going to be very uncomfortable when we did what was expected afterwards. Then I thought of George. He really had my backside burning two nights ago and I was excited beyond belief. I started twitching with a little trepidation but mostly enthusiastic expectations as I leaned over and kissed his cheek.
I didn't want to feel rushed while we had our fun so I stopped at the management office to make sure my rent was paid to the end of the month and tell them that I was moving out. Places like this were always in demand so they would have no trouble filling it. They said I could take my time moving out and could leave the key on the table. They would get it in the morning. Another delay as I got all my stuff packed up and in his car. The only things I left in the apartment were the sheets on the bed.
I faced him and asked, "I don't know what is normal behavior in your world. Should I take my clothes off?"
He smiled, "I didn't think we were in such a hurry. Personally I like to start with something really kinky. We call it making out."
He took me in his arms and kissed me. Wow, this guy knew how to kiss. I melted in his arms and he carried me to the couch. I didn't look at my watch so I can't you tell how long we kissed and hugged and stroked and caressed and slowly undid snaps and hooks and nibbled and, and, and. . .
We were both completely naked and he had me panting in lust when he moved me over his lap. My bottom had been waiting for this and fully expecting a resounding slap. Instead he started slowly and gently. The consistent method he used may have taken longer but the result was the same. There was a fire on both sides of me when he carried me to the bed. I was more than ready for him but he disagreed. In his opinion my rear end wasn't hot enough. He had me kneel with my head on the sheets and other end raised for his hand to make contact in the manner I expected before. My whole body jolted forward when he connected and he drew me back up. Five more times I slumped on the bed and was repositioned for another swat. Then he pulled me back and plowed into me. As soon as he was embedded I shuddered in climax. I had to catch my breath to catch up with him since he did not stop his excursions while my head took its little trip to heaven. When I started moaning again he pulled out, flipped me over and continued his previous activity. I always thought this mattress was too soft but it was hard enough to bring the results of his spanking back to life. Of course that made me rise to meet his thrusting even more.
He met his goal but was immediately lying next to me and keeping my body on cloud nine. He kissed and nibbled and stroked and probed and I was on climax number four when he was ready for action again. This one was slower and more gentle but just as satisfying. I was one exhausted and extremely happy woman.
We lay together for a while and got up to get dressed. I bent down to get my panties off the floor and felt his hands applying another dose of the lotion. It was so soothing and his hands so strong that I was turned on again. I turned my head to face him and saw that my response was not unexpected or unappreciated. He held my waist and in a moment I was filled again. The way he slammed into me made me glad he had already used the lotion. He was bumping against the area he had spanked and it didn't sting. In fact, it was overjoyed to feel him but not as exultant as the part a little lower.
We finally got dressed and just as we were taking a last look around to make sure I didn't forget anything he kissed me again. I almost wilted in the embrace and he whispered, "Thank you. You were wonderful."
I giggled, "I can't take the credit for that. I was a puppet in your hands and you can pull my strings anytime you want to."
On the way back we stopped to eat in one of the towns I remembered from my days of searching. The food wasn't as good as what I had in Riverton but the local restaurants were all closed on Mondays so we had to settle for lesser quality. On the road again I watched carefully. We drove past where the intersection I used on Saturday was supposed to be and of course, it wasn't there. He eventually turned off the main road and although there seemed to be more turns I was starting to recognize some landmarks.
We unloaded the car and I said, "Can you stay for a while?"
He seemed to be searching his memory for some forgotten appointment and replied, "I guess so but not for too long."
I smiled, "And how long is too long?"
He picked me up and carried me to my new bed as he clarified his limits. "I have to open the hardware store tomorrow morning by ten o'clock."
For a second time since coming to this town I slept in the strong arms of a handsome man. This was definitely a very nice place.
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