Lin and The Don

[rachelredbum]

Nervously, I waited at the rendezvous point. Eventually, the don's caddy limo pulled up beside me. Francis, his fixer, and Rachel, his enforcer, stepped out of the car first.

Francis, bald and stocky, looked pissed off. He always does. "Look," I said, "I'm good for the money. I just need a few days to close the stock deal."

"You may not have a few days. The Don and I are losing patience with you," Francis said, ominously. I didn't like the look in Rachel's eyes either.

"We've heard that before," Rachel spat, her shoulder length jet black hair framing her blue eyes nicely. Her face was as stony as usual.

"But this time I'm serious," I insisted. The deal is almost closed. Just a little more negotiations. That always happens with the big deals. Never sure what will happen till the contract is signed," I said.

"How can we be sure this time," asked Rachel, firmly. She had me there. I was not sure what to suggest. Just then the Don came out of the car. Tall, sinewy, thin, round tinted glasses.

"Look, I'm putting my butt on the line here. I almost have the money I just need a couple days," I said, nervously.

"What am I to do," asked the don. "I have enough deadbeats around here. Fifty thousand is a lot of money to be out. This makes me unhappy."

"I've always been healthy before. Whenever I borrow from you l always pay back, right," I asked.

"Yes you always come clean," admitted the don

"And I let you have a piece of the Facebook action, right," I said, referring to how I showed him how he made thousands of dolllars shorting the stock based on my inside information.

The don smiled. "Yes, how could I forget that. You were good to me then."

"I need you to be good to me now," I asked. The don looked thoughtful.

"I am certainly disappointed in your failure but this is the first time. I am willing to forget your failure on one condition" he said.

"Name it," I asked

"That you take a spanking from Rachel," he said. "Usually she uses far rougher methods of enforcing my will, but I will limit her to this. In return you have one week to come up with the money or things get worse," he said with finality.

I thought for a moment, then looked nervously at Rachel. She looked like she could really deliver on that, with her muscular, athletic bod. She winked at me and smirked. Evidently she read my mind. I swallowed hard and said "All right, I submit." The don said nothing. Francis smirked and Rachel took charge.

"All right, big boy," she said, facing me. "Drop those slacks and underwear and lean over the hood of the car. NOW," she said. Slowly I complied. Out of the corner of my eye I saw her retrieve a leather paddle from her handbag. I hadn't been spanked in decades. This could be a long evening.

Francis walked around the front of the car and held my arms in place. "I don't do this very often you know," Rachel explained. "Usually my MMA training comes very useful. But the Don wants you spanked so I will spank," Rachel explained. She put one hand on my back and rested the leather paddle on one bottom cheek.

Once she started swinging that thing, I began to regret my agreement. My god that thing stung!. It kept remorselessly raining down on my exposed butt. I had forgotten just how hard a spanking could be. here I was past 60 and crying like a baby from a spanking. I was glad that I picked a secluded spot for this meeting. I wanted to get it over with.

Finally after about 10 minutes it was over. I was in serious pain and was doing the spanky dance, much to the delight of Francis and Rachel. The Don just stood there, cold as ice. I pulled myself together and dressed myself. "I trust Rachel got through to you. She will not be so gentle if you fail me again," the don explained.. I nodded.

The don got back in the car first, followed by Francis. Rachel got in last, but not before winking at me and flashing me a big smile. I had never realized before how very beautiful she is.

It was a long ride home, made worse by my sore butt. I was determined to make that payment on time, but I could not help thinking about Rachel.

[Often123]

I wouldn't stop thinking about her either. She definitely did get her point across. A good short story, my friend. Hmm, now I'm wondering if Lin will try to get in touch with her somehow, I have a feeling she might like that.