Madison Holloway regarded her pretty blond-haired
friend over the rim of her coffee mug. Both of their
husbands worked at the same architectural consulting
firm, and with all of the parties and social functions the
company held it was natural that she and Heather
Lowelle had become friends. They also lived on the
same block as each other, which meant that they were
able to spend a lot of time together. Their friendship had
deepened over time to the point that Madison now felt
that she could talk to Heather about anything.
They had just come back from their weekly Pilates class
at the gym, and as they usually did, they were relaxing
“Heather, can I ask you something?”
From where she sat curled up on the other end of the
couch, the other girl nodded. “Sure,” she said, taking a
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Spicing Up Her Marriage
a sip of coffee. “What is it?”
Madison hesitated for a moment, chewing on her lower lip as she tried to come up with the
most diplomatic way to word the question. Deciding that being straightforward would probably
be the best, she tucked a strand of brunette hair behind her ear, took a deep breath and met her
friend’s gaze levelly for almost a whole five seconds before lowering her own to look down at her
“How many times a week do you and Derek...have sex?” she finally said.
If Heather thought the question were too personal, she gave no indication of it. Not that she
would, Madison supposed. After all, it wasn’t like this was the first time that the two of them had
ever talked about sex. But they had always kept their conversations general and rather
superficial. Asking a detailed question like this seemed to be somehow a little more private.
But Madison needed some advice.
Her friend only shrugged, though. “Three or four,” she said, and then smiled as she added,
“Sometimes more, if he comes home for a quickie at lunch.”
Madison blinked, but said nothing. A quickie at lunch? Her husband, Trent, hadn’t come home
to have a quickie at lunch since they were newlyweds, and that had been four years ago.
Heather and her husband had been married almost twice that. Trent and Derek worked in the
same office. If Derek came home, she didn’t know why Trent couldn’t. Madison frowned. Just
one more thing to think about.
“Why?” Heather asked, taking another sip of coffee. “How many times do you guys have sex?”
Now it was Madison who shrugged. “Once or twice, usually on the weekend,” she admitted.
“Unless we’re too busy to get around to it.” She thought a moment, and then added, “But I’m a
little worried about the quality of it more than the quantity. Even when we do find the time to
make love, it’s not as exciting as it used to be. I mean, I love Trent with all my heart, but it’s like
our marriage is missing something in the sex department.”
God, she couldn’t believe she was even talking about this, even if it were with her best friend.
But if she didn’t discuss it with someone, Madison thought she was going to go crazy. When she
and Trent were first married, they couldn’t seem to keep their hands off each other. Now, their
lovemaking consisted of a few kisses, some quick foreplay, and sex in the missionary position
before bedtime. It wasn’t that Trent wasn’t interested in her anymore; it was just that their sex
life had gotten into a rut, and she wanted to do something about it before it got any duller.
“After a few years, that’s kind of natural,” Heather was saying, her voice soft and understanding.
Madison gave her a rueful smile. “Apparently not for you and Derek.”
Heather laughed. “Derek and I went through the same thing, believe me,” she said. “We just
had to learn how to spice things up.”
Madison’s brow furrowed. “What do you mean?”
Heather shrugged. “We just decided together that we had to try different things and pay a little
bit more attention to both of our needs. We started with sex toys first, you know, dildos and
vibrators, and then experimented with some light bondage and role-playing.” She gave Madison
a naughty smile. “But what really did it for us was spanking.”
As the other girl spoke, Madison had been trying to imagine her and Trent being adventurous
enough to try something like bondage, but at the mention of spanking, her blue eyes went wide.
“Spanking?” she said in disbelief. “You can’t be serious!”
But Heather only grinned.
Madison frowned. “Derek...spanks you?”
“Only when I’ve been bad,” the other girl admitted, still smiling. “And I make sure that I’m bad
Madison didn’t know what to say to that, but thankfully she didn’t have to because at that
moment, the telephone rang. Setting her mug down on the coffee table, Heather went into the
kitchen to answer it. The house had an open floor plan, much like Madison and Trent’s home
did, and as Madison watched her friend pick up the cordless phone and hold it to her ear, she
tried to picture the pretty blond being put over her husband’s knee for a spanking, but all she
could seem to think about was what she would look like in that same position.
The image of herself draped over her handsome husband’s knee was so vivid that it made
Madison blush, and she hastily took a sip of coffee as Heather came back into the living room.
“You know,” Heather said, picking up her coffee mug and sitting down on the couch again.
“You and Trent might want to think about giving spanking a try before you totally rule it out.”
She smiled. “It can be really fun, not to mention a complete turn-on.”
Madison shook her head. “I don’t see how getting spanked can be a turn-on,” she said, and
then, suddenly afraid that she’d just insulted her friend, she quickly added, “But that doesn’t
mean you can’t be into it.”
Heather laughed, assuring Madison that she hadn’t been offended. “Hey, I never would have
thought that I’d enjoy being spanked, either, until I tried it a few times, but whatever. Different
strokes, right?” was all she said.
Much to Madison’s relief, Heather changed the subject, and they were talking about what a
killer workout they’d gotten that morning at their Pilates class when the sound of the garage
door opening made her friend’s brown eyes go wide.
“That’s Derek!” she exclaimed. “I forgot he was coming home for lunch.”
Remembering their earlier conversation about the other couple’s penchant for lunchtime
quickies, Madison couldn’t help but be a little envious as she heard the car door close. She was
just getting ready to ask if she should leave, but apparently Heather had other ideas.
In a flash, Heather was off the couch. Grabbing Madison’s hand, she pulled her to her feet.
“Quick, in here!” she said, leading her across the space to the bonus room they had off their
living room and half-pushing her inside. “I was supposed to be cleaning up in there so that we
can start painting and I don’t want him to know that I spent the entire morning talking with
Madison’s brow furrowed in confusion, but before she could say anything, Heather pulled the
door halfway closed and hurried back into the living room. Looking around, Madison’s brow
lifted as she took in her surroundings. The room looked like a carbon copy of one that she and
Trent had in their house, only with more junk. Heather had mentioned something about them
wanting to turn it into a game room, but that had been weeks ago. Wondering how long she was
going to be confined there, Madison glanced out the half-open door just in time to see Heather
throw her arms around her husband’s neck and kiss him passionately on the mouth.
Both tall, blond, and athletically built, Heather and Derek made an attractive couple, and as
Madison watched them kissing, she found herself wondering how she could get her own
husband to come home for lunch sometime. But then her attention was drawn back to the
couple in the living room as she heard Derek’s deep voice.
“So,” he said, tucking a strand of hair behind his wife’s ear. “Did you clean up like I asked you
Heather hesitated, chewing on her lower lip. “Uhm...not really.”
Derek folded his arms over his chest and when he spoke his voice had taken on a firm tone.
“Why not, Heather?”
Madison hoped that she hadn’t gotten her friend into any trouble. She definitely didn’t want to
hide out back here and hear them have an argument. And what if he came in the cluttered
room? It was what they were talking about, after all. She would be completely mortified to be
Madison saw her friend look away, as if not wanting to meet her husband’s gaze. “Madison
came over after our workout and we got to talking, and before I knew it, it was already noon,”
Heather said softly.
Derek lifted a brow as he regarded his wife. “Heather, you got back from your workout three
hours ago,” he said. “Are you trying to tell me that you’ve done nothing but talk that whole
time? You promised me that you’d get that room done today.”
Heather put her hands on her hips and lifted her chin. “It’s not like I could throw her out,” she
told him indignantly. “Besides, she always comes over after our workout.”
“So, you’re blaming Madison?”
Heather quickly shook her head. “No, of course not,” she said, looking up at him. “It’s just that...”
“You were trying to make excuses for not doing as you were told,” Derek interrupted.
Heather opened her mouth as if to reply, but then lowered her gaze to stare down at the floor,
and Madison’s brow furrowed at her friend’s odd behavior. Heather had always been spunky
and Madison had never seen her step back from a confrontation. But Heather definitely didn’t
look defiant now. In fact, she looked totally meek.
“Go get the hairbrush, Heather,” Derek said.
The words were so soft that Madison almost hadn’t heard them, but Heather jerked her head up,
her eyes wide.
“B-but...” she stammered.
“Now, Heather,” her husband ordered, and this time, his tone brooked no argument.
It wasn’t like he was mad at her, Madison thought, just very firm. Though she couldn’t imagine
what he wanted the hairbrush for.
Heather didn’t hesitate, but turned and made her way across the living room toward the stairs.
To do so, she had to pass the room in which Madison was hiding, and as she did, Madison
could see the other girl’s lips curve into a smile as her friend hurried up the stairs.
Abruptly, the conversation she and Heather had had earlier about spanking came rushing back
to her and Madison blinked. Surely, Heather’s husband wasn’t going to spank her, she thought.
But as Heather came back downstairs with a highly-polished wooden hairbrush in her hand,
Madison realized that Derek was going to do just that!
For some reason, Madison felt as if she should look away. It just didn’t seem right to see her
best friend get punished. But her curious side made her stay right where she was. She couldn’t
help but remember what Heather had said about spanking being a total turn-on.
Easing closer to the door for a better view, Madison stood transfixed as she watched the scene
unfold before her.