Roy Simms
is about to make full partner in a big NYC law firm. HIis wife, Teri, assures him that once they reach their career goals, they can relax and enjoy life…maybe even consider starting a family. He’s not sure how much longer their marriage can survive if they don’t make time for one another. One evening of passion and spanking makes him ache for the connection they’ve almost lost.
Teri Simms
doesn’t understand why Roy needs so much prodding to reach for the stars. With his education and talent, he should be senior partner long since. But he’ll get there. Her own vice presidency occurred onlyfive years into her tenure with the financial firm, and if it takes seventeen hours a day and most of her weekends, so be it. Roy will just have to continue to be understanding. 
A phone call from a stranger will change everything. This two-job-no-kids couple is a family, due
to the tragic death of  Teri’s sister and brother in law. They must fly immediately to Corbin’s Bend, Colorado and take charge of little Ben, almost four years old. The change of scene brings to the
forefront everything good and bad about their marriage. It’s time to face some difficult truths.
Roy leapt out of the chair faster than his wife had.  How was your day, dear?   The query of
a 1950s housewife, maybe, but not his hotshot financier wife. Suspicion faded under an overburden of certainty. Gripping her upper arm, he jerked her to face him and grasped the other elbow. Acid burned in his throat. “Before we go any further, what the hell is going on?”
I-I don’t know what you mean.” She widened her eyes, a caricature of innocence she invariably adopted when she hid something.“What’s wrong with asking about your day?”
Wrong? “The last time I kept you waiting, you subjected me to the silent treatment for a week. I know you, Teri. If you are willing to overlook the waste of over an hour of your precious time, something’s up.”  They stood poised in the center of the cold,impersonal room she hired some fussy, skinny woman to redecorate every year. To keep up with trends, she said, for when they entertained. He wasn’t even sure whether they owned the furniture or maybe leased it so that it could come and go so often. And he couldn’t recall the last time they had guests. It was easier to take clients out than to arrange catering.
She dropped her face and he stared at the top of her head, coming only up to his collarbone. Teri was a constant blur of motion, in and out of the house, on her way to work and meetings. Their social life consisted of business-related engagements. Her slim form trembled in his hands, a hummingbird, something never still long enough for a good look.
Softening, he reconsidered his stance, unable to hold anger at the petite woman he’d married. He never could. Whatever she had to tell him, they’d get past it. A small flicker of worry flitted past—was someone ill? It was so out of character for her to be sweet to him when he was wrong—and he was so often wrong.

 

 

Corbin’s Bend: A Newcomer’s Guide by Teri Simms
My husband and I are new to Corbin’s Bend and there are a few important things to know to fit in. They’re all spelled out when you buy into the co-op, but no matter what we tell people, there are always the little things that can cause confusion.
Remember, we are a spanking community.  We like it that way. But we do not tolerate abuse. So if you see a businesswoman sitting gingerly on the edge of her chair or a housewife giving a friendly rub to her thighs, it’s probably not because anyone was mean to her. She’s just living life the way she likes. And we’re all a little different here. But anyone who abused their partner would be out in five minutes. That is also in the rules.
Be polite and remember people value their privacy just like anywhere else. What goes on in Roy’s and my bedroom is our business. Unless we feel like discussing it. We will respect your privacy as well. If you overshare, in your relief and joy at being free to express your love without other’s judgment, we’ll say so. But in a kind way because we’re happy for you, too.
The drugstore has a variety of salves, in case you are too enthusiastic or just for comfort. The druggist is one of us and will be glad to recommend something to meet your needs. I recommend Lady Juneau’s Organic After-Balm, smells nice and
really cools the skin. I received it as a gift from my friend Kirsten when I first arrived and I am still grateful.
If you have any questions, be sure to ask a board member or your mentor, if you’ve been assigned one. Or me. I don’t know everything, but I do know who does and would be happy to direct you to someone who can help.
We are a community here. We keep things nice and clean and we try to celebrate our freedom…but we are also family friendly so keep those bare bottoms where they belong. And stop by anytime. I am trying to learn to bake cookies. As a new
mom, it seems like a good idea and I am always glad to find victims…I mean tasters. They can’t be that bad, can they?

 

Kate Richards divides her time between Los Angeles and the High Sierras. She would
gladly spend all her days in the mountains, but she’d miss the beach…and her
very supportive husband’s commute would be three hundred miles. Wherever she
is, she loves to explore all different kinds of relationships in her stories.  She doesn’t believe one-size-fits-all, and whether her characters live BDSM, ménage, GLBT or any other kind of lifestyle, it’s the love, the joy in one another, that counts.

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