R is for Russ Hunter – Safe Under Protection

A to Z Spanking Blog Challenge


So who is this guy, Russ Hunter? He’s the totally vanilla husband that ends up in Corbin’s Bend with his equally vanilla wife after they’re put into the Witness Protection Program by US Marshal Jack Carmichael who is brother to none other that Brent Carmichael. I know, I know, as Etta Stark would say…I’m taking another opportunity to pimp my book, Safe Under Protection.

Blurb:  After spotting a mafia hit, Jess and Colleen Bradley find their life turned upside down and on the run. With nowhere else to turn and to protect their family, they accept the assistance of the witness protection program. Their U.S. Marshal, Jack Carmichael, convinces them to move to a small community in Colorado run by his brother.
Jess and Colleen Bradley become Russ and Debi Hunter, the newest residents of Corbin’s Bend. Forty years of a vanilla marriage makes them a little out of place in this spanking community. With new names and new jobs, Debi is a little stressed out with her new surroundings. She keeps messing up and calling Russ by his old name. After a successful erotic spanking just to see what all the fuss is about, Russ decides a real spanking might be just what’s called for to get Debi to remember his new name and relieve her of some of the stress she’s feeling.
Just as they begin to find peace as their new selves in the wilds of Colorado, the protection they feel shatters when Jack calls with the bad news that their security has been compromised and Debi realizes she’s being tailed.  As Brent Carmichael and Russ rush out to find Debi and get the two to safety, it might be too late because at that moment, two hit men are set on making sure Debi and Russ are not safe under protection.

Safe Under Protection final
Today’s excerpt will be about how Russ steps up to deliver Debi’s first punishment spanking. She’s been having a hard time remembering to call him by his new name and keeps starting to call him Jess, his original name. Worried that the people of Corbin’s Bend are going to start wondering why she calls him ‘Je…, Russ,’ he puts their first rule into place. She will be punished with a spanking each time she slips up and starts to call him by his old name. Debi agrees to this since she realizes it’s important not to give anyone reason to wonder about her slipups. When she comes home excited about her purchases for her kindergarten class, she doesn’t just almost call him by his old name. She yells it up the stairs and instantly knows she could be in trouble.

All thoughts of spankings had been wiped from her mind with her excitement over her purchases.
“Jess? Oh shit, I mean Russ? Are you home?” She knew he was, his van was in the garage.
“Yeah, up here, Debi.”
She ran up the stairs hoping he hadn’t heard her slip-up. It wasn’t on purpose, she told herself. Even though she’d been thinking of doing it on purpose, she wasn’t in the mood to try out a punishment spanking right now. She was excited about what she’d bought for her classroom.
“Hi, honey. Wait till you see what I bought for the kids.”
“Debi, come here.”
His voice was a little funny, she thought. Stern and serious and even commanding. The way he said ‘come here,’ like he was so sure she would obey. The funny thing was that she found herself going to him without any hesitation. She obeyed.
“We made a rule, Debi. You just broke it.”
     Oh god, he had heard her slip up.
     “I know, honey. But it was just because I was all excited.”
“You agreed you would be punished if you slipped up again on the name thing.”
“I know, but I don’t feel like it right now. I want to show you the stuff I bought.”
Russ sighed. “I doubt many people feel like getting punished. But we agreed, and you’re going to be punished. Now.”
“No! Russ, come on. I know I agreed, but let’s do it later.” Debi suddenly felt panicky and her belly did a flip-flop. Her thighs pressed tightly together and she felt the dampness of her panties. But she didn’t want to experience a punishment spanking now.
“Let’s go to the bedroom now.”
He used that different voice again and for some strange reason, even though she didn’t want to, she found herself obeying and going to the bedroom with him.
“Get undressed.” He kept his clothes on and sat on the edge of the bed.
“Everything?” she asked in little more than a whisper.
She watched his face as he thought about it and could tell when he made up his mind.        Did that glint in his eye mean he was looking forward to punishing her? Or was he planning to ravish her when he was done with the punishment? She could only hope it was the latter.
     “Yes, everything.”
     Oh, that voice, she thought as she unbuttoned her blouse.
“Are you getting undressed?”
“No, I’m not the one getting spanked.”
She remembered the woman from the block party whose husband believed sex after punishment was a reward. Was that what Russ was thinking? She slipped off her panties and was naked. Swallowing hard, she waited for his next command.
“Come here.”
His legs were slightly parted and she stood between them. He put his hands on her hips and lightly caressed her skin.
“We agreed to this, right?”
She nodded her head, her eyes slightly wider than usual.
“You rushed into the house and called out my old name. Didn’t you?”
She nodded again and whispered, “Yes.”
“What if someone was up here with me?”
“But I knew there wasn’t anyone else here. There were no cars in front of the house.”
“What if Brent or Jason, or anyone for that matter, had walked over and we were up here when you yelled out my old name?”
“It would have been awkward. I’m sorry J…Russ.” She couldn’t believe she just messed up again.
“It would have been more than just awkward. It would start people talking. You have to work harder at this, Debi. It’s our safety that’s the issue here. Do you understand?”
     Jeez, the lecture was making her feel worse than she thought the spanking would.
    “Yes, I do. I understand.”
“Good.” Russ patted his thigh and said, “Now get over my knee.”

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