"The Viking Prince"
By Gwen, aka Southbaydog
Category: Beginnings/Endings - "It's wrong, I know it's wrong"
Word Count: 498
"It's wrong, I know it's wrong," Carla said to herself, although David kept telling her otherwise. She thought of their affair in the usual way, though David said she was hopelessly bourgeois (he didn't quite see it that way - the fact that he was married to someone else - was a mere detail). Carla, however, had never been much good at keeping secrets; basically, she was an honest person, and her involvement with David had been conditional on openness from the start. So everyone knew about her relationship with David, especially at work, where it was impossible to hide. David and Carla worked together closely, peer cooks in a hot, steamy Chelsea kitchen. She was the newest member of a crew of mostly part-timers at the restaurant. At 28, Carla considered herself to be very much a woman of the world.
David had worked at the restaurant off and on for several years and was known as "the Viking Prince" because of his intense Aryan charisma and flowing leonine locks, which Carla found utterly irresistible. David maintained that his wife knew about the relationship and that they had an unspoken pact never to discuss the matter. Carla, however, was unsure and continued to bring up the subject with David, who threatened to spank her if she spoke of it again. They both laughed about that, but Carla felt a compulsion to provoke, if not challenge, David to do so. Though he did not know it, Carla had a wanted a spanking her whole life, and she was especially titillated by the thought of being spanked by David. The level of passion they had together was unparalleled, and David maintained that he was committed to her for life in the same way that he was committed to his wife of 11 years, that he had as much right as any man to two wives. Carla wondered whether David spanked his wife....
Weekend mornings at the restaurant, David and Carla worked together alone preparing brunch. She made the biscuits and cornbread; he did the ham and southern fried chicken while they listened to classical music on the radio. Saturday started off much the same as any other except that it had been several days since she and David had seen each other. They could scarcely keep their hands off each other, and when Carla went downstairs to get ice, David followed her and pinned her against the door to the restroom. Deftly, he slipped off her apron and Carla began to shake with desire. Almost imperceptibly, David dropped his pants and Carla did the same; they made love, feverishly, right there on the floor. But then Carla went and ruined it all by asking what David would do when his wife asked, and he insisted, as he always did, that she already knew. And with that last remark, he flipped Carla over his lap and smacked her bare bottom, repeatedly, hard; the spanking he delivered was all she had hoped for.