Page 16 of Lisa's Unexpected Valentine's Day

Nope, Lisa was meant to be alone, and she’d mostly dealt with that realization. Maya made it harder by constantly hinting that she needed a Dom, and Lisa didn’t really want to explain everything to her. Explaining would mean admitting that she was broken.

For years she’d told herself it was because she didn’t love any of them. That it would be different when she finally fell in love, except she never did. There were a few guys she’d been fond of, but it never went beyond that for her.

Eventually she had to face the facts. Guys just didn’t turn her on physically or emotionally. Kinky or vanilla didn’t make a difference.

She’d even tried dating women, just in case she was gay, and ended up in the exact same place. Women were soft, and smelled good, but she really didn’t want to do more than cuddle or hold hands with them.

Fantasies—thosemade her hot and bothered. Sometimes certain books would turn her on. She liked to watch videos now and then, although she preferred the focus to be on some kind of BDSM. Sex was okay, but it wasn’t what she was really looking for.

She was fully capable of getting turned on, and reaching climax, she just didn’t want to do it with anyone else.

The really frustrating part was that shewasfully capable of love too, but not in a romantic way, not in a sexual way. Everywhere she looked romance and sex were promoted as the end goal. It led her to believe that there was something fundamentally wrong with her.

It was like there were big gaping holes in her heart. Something was missing inside. She wanted to feel the same way everyone else did, but she just didn’t. And that was why she was never going to have a Dom.

What Dom would want a submissive who didn’t respond to him sexually? She could pretend of course, but wasn’t a good D/s relationship supposed to be based on honesty? How could she submit to someone when she had to hide who she was? Besides faking it only worked for so long.

Oh sure, theysaidBDSM didn’t have to include sex, but she’d seen no evidence of that. Every Dom she’d talked to online had managed to work around to the things he wanted to do to her in the bedroom— in an amazingly short time too. Even faster than the vanilla men she’d dated.

So she’d closed that door, but being friends with Maya did make it harder. It made her crave things she thought she’d given up on.

She wanted what Maya had… minus the steamy romance aspects. Rick clearly loved taking care of Maya. The dominance and the punishment, the cuddles and affection—that waseverything Lisa would never have, because she would never be able to fully enjoy all of it the way Maya did.

And if she was being entirely honest with herself, that was the main reason she’d been reluctant to come to Maya for help. While her pride and ego were hurt over having to do it, there was a bigger part of her that knew how hard it was going to be staying in the same house with the two lovebirds.

It was going to hurt, but it wasn’t like she had a lot of options except to deal with it. Hopefully it wouldn’t take long for her to sort things out and get back on her feet. Of course, that wasifRick was okay with her staying, which was a whole different issue.

What she hadn’t counted on, what had never crossed her mind, was that her curiosity would get the better of her, and cause her to do something completely unforgivable.

After a nice hot shower, Lisa slipped into a pair of crumpled but clean pajamas she found in the bag. She padded down the hall and back to the guest room yawning. The exhaustion made every step heavy, and she could barely keep her eyes open long enough to crawl into bed. It was so warm and inviting that she fell asleep almost immediately.

She wasn’t sure how long she’d slept, but as usual it was the need to pee that woke her up. She sat up, yawning, and for a moment she was confused. Even in the dark she could tell something was wrong. The glowing red numbers of the bedside clock were on the wrong side.

“That’s weird…” she mumbled in a sleepy voice. She reached for the lamp, but there wasn’t one. That’s when it all came rushing back.

Oh. Right. I don’t have a home anymore.

She heaved a deep sigh as she sat up. Her eyes flicked to the clock. It was late, and as soon as she poked her head out it wasclear Maya and Rick had returned. A sliver of light spilled out onto the floor from their open bedroom door.

She decided to just use the bathroom and go back to bed quietly so she didn’t disturb them. The carpeted hallway helped, but she took extra care not to make any noise. She was on her way back to her room when a series of slapping sounds caught her attention. Maybe someone else would have been confused about what it meant, but any fan of spanking would know immediately.

Lisa stopped, freezing in place as she listened. Her best friend was being spanked, right down the hall,andthe door was open. The compulsion to peek was nearly overwhelming. When would she ever get a chance to see a real spanking, live and in person?

It was wrong. She didn’t even try to justify it or make excuses, but she couldn’t help it. She was never going to get to experience it for herself, but at least she could get a quick glimpse into what it was really like.

She turned and padded silently down the hall, past the bathroom, to their bedroom door. It was open less than halfway, which made it less likely that they would see her, but her heart still hammered in her chest. If she got caught it could ruin her friendship with Maya, and land her back in her car.

With so much at stake, a sane person would have turned right around and gone back to bed.

Lisa wiped her damp palms on her pajamas and took a deep breath as she waffled over whether to do it. But the decision had already been made, and she knew it. It only took one muffled yelp of pain from Maya to move her past the hesitation.

She stood back, in the center of the hall, as if she’d just been passing by. It felt safer to watch from there, but she couldn’t stop herself from slowly edging closer for a better look. She wanted to see it all.

Needed. She needed to see it all.

Rick was doing things to Maya beyond the spanking. She could see the way Maya writhed back on his hands, grinding against his fingers as his broad palm slapped down, leaving rosy splashes all over her tan skin. They weren’t token spanks either, but good hard swats.

It had to hurt, but Maya didn’t seem to mind one bit. When he changed his angle, so the slaps were landing across the tops of her thighs, that did get a reaction from her. Her voice went high as she cried out, “Daddy! That’s too hard.” And then she was pulling forward and trying to avoid the spanks.

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