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Laura drank from her bottle of water.What to do?

She took out her cellphone and typed a message:Sir, I screwed up my run. I’m sorry. She hit send and waited anxiously for him to respond.

Immediately her phone rang. “Hi honey, what went wrong?”

“Oh James, it was terrible. I’m not cut out to be a runner. I couldn’t do it.”

“Whoa, hold on. We’re not talking about what you can’t do. We’re talking about what you did do,” he told her in a calm, reasonable tone that almost magically drained away some of her frustration. First tell me, on a scale of one to ten, where one is minimum effort and ten is your max, what number would you give for your run today?”

“Um, eleven?” she whispered.

“Yeah, I figured,” he said with a smile she could hear. “What was your goal?”

“Two miles.”

He whistled. “So, for your very first run ever, you set out on a two-mile run like a sprinter running the Olympic hundred meters?”

Laura sputtered a protest.

“Okay, honey, even experienced runners have to warm their muscles and start slowly.”

“I did start slow! My dad runs five miles every day!”

“How long has he been running?” James asked mildly.

“Um, I’m not sure. A couple of months at least.”

“Did you ask him what he ran when he was first starting?”

“Um…”

He waited.

“No,” she admitted.

“New runners, their bodies need time to adjust. Gradually, when you build strength and stamina, you can run faster and longer. From my perspective, you can consider this experience one of two ways – either it’s a failure and an excuse not to run again, or you cancelebrate this as something you’ve learned and won’t be doing wrong again. What will you do?”

Laura gulped and answered, “I’ll continue running on the schedule you gave me.”

“I’m proud of you.” Warmth spread from her belly to her limbs, as she basked in James's approval, but then his next words scared her. “Your next run is Thursday, how about we go together?”

“I would love to run with you, but I’m really slow and you wouldn’t enjoy?—”

“Stop right there.” James interrupted. “If I run with you, it’s to improve the way you run, it’s not about me. Of course, the benefit for me would be spending extra time with you. Would you like the company and the guidance?”

“Absolutely, Sir.”

Friday after work, Laura spent some time with her father, but he seemed antsy to get her out of the house, so she left early and went to have dinner with James at his house. Saturday, she spent with her sister and her kids, but on Sunday after church, she again hung out with James. Monday night was spent on fitness, Tuesday night had been busy as usual with a visit to Dan, grocery shopping and laundry. The crush of activity was much nicer now she did it with James. Yesterday they’d had a relaxed dinner together. Today, they would go for a run together at 8:00 pm. Five minutes early, her doorbell rang and she let James into her duplex. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her hard and long.

After he broke the kiss, Laura chuckled. “How is it going to help running if you steal my breath away?”

James tried to look stern, but he couldn’t hide his smile as he replied, “Do I have a bratty sub on my hands?” He crossed his arms over his chest and mused, “Maybe I should think of a way to punish you.”

Laura’s vagina clenched at his threat, and she squeezed her thighs together.

James chuckled. “Seems to me you like the idea of being punished.” He pulled her head back by her ponytail and attacked her neck with his butter-soft lips. Laura melted on the spot. With one hand firmly in her hair, he pulled his lips away and smacked her ass with the other hand. “Let’s get moving before you end up against this wall with my cock shoved into you.”

Laura needed a moment to steady herself as James let go of her with laughter in his eyes and ordered, “Let’s go!”

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