Here I Am Again: Complete

By John Derek

Carrie and Jim have a complex relationship. They work together and they play together. If you call spanking playing! Both are single adults with a little too much time on their hands. And when Carrie takes advantage of Jim's friendship, her bottom pays the price in several ways! Even worse is when the boss, Laura enters the scene. This book involves the corporal punishment of an adult female and the sexual exploits of the women and the Jim. Be age 18 or over to read and purchase.

• Language: English
• Publisher: John Derek
• Release date: Mar 5, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005487461

John Derek

I like to write. My stuff deals with domination and submission, usually from the perspective of the submissive. I like to imagine what it is like to be uncomfortable and be willing to take a risk. I write about spanking and some other forms of domination. It is meant to be sexual and interesting but not oppressive. This is from my mind only.

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Here I Am Again - Complete

John Derek

Copyright 2021

Here I Am Again - Complete

6 March 2021

Written and published by John Derek

Distributed by Smashwords

First Smashwords Edition

All characters are portrayed as age 18 or over and all story lines are fictitious.

John Derek retains all rights.

ISBN 9781005487461

The story

Chapter 1

I knew I wasn’t going to like it - experience had taught me that already. But don’t feel bad for me. After all, on some level I had kind of asked for this and based on his call – or should I say command - from his perspective I deserved it.

Even though I had been here in this situation several times before, it didn’t mean I still didn’t get butterflies in my stomach as I stood outside his front door waiting for him. One of my hands idly clutching the bottom of my skirt and the other in the pocket of my coat. I rang the doorbell again. Impatient to get started and more importantly impatient to get it over with.

This time I could hear movement from the inside. As the door knob turned, I heard him shooing his little dog away. As the door opened his back was to me, still dealing with his dog I guess so I reached on the screen door to open. He turned to look at me.

My goodness you are impatient today he said. His voice deep and rich. The tempo matched his white hair and beard.

He opened the door fully and I moved in. He closed the door behind me. The house was the same as it was last time. The living room – in which we were standing – was clean but lived in. His morning newspaper set in a neat pile next to an empty cup of coffee.

He offered to take my coat and I obliged. Still a little uncomfortable but knowing the routine I shuffled out of the coat and handed it to him. I nervously licked my lips and he smiled a warm smile. A facial attempt to get me to relax.

Uncle Jim I said. He wasn’t my uncle, but it is what I called him. Since it was no doubt unusual for a twenty two year old gal to show up on his doorstep once every couple of months I called him Uncle so people would know what to think if anyone asked. Jim looks the part of an Uncle too. He is easily twenty years older than me and he does look it. But he’s handsome in that way that men get to look handsome as they age.

Carrie. He responded. While his outward demeanor was calm, I could see a light in his eyes. He was looking forward to this and I could tell. Although I knew it would be hard to blame him. Just why had I agreed to this? No. Asked for this. I had to keep reminding myself of that.

To that end let me take a moment to explain. Jim and I worked together at a little convenience store. We had been working together for about six months now. He has been there forever. I remember seeing him there when I was a customer. And after I started, well, we clicked right away.

Working in a store like that is fun and hard. Sometimes there is a lot to do and there can be a lot of customers and others times it gets a little slow. During the slow times we spent a lot of time talking and getting to know each other. And we worked together a lot. I bet it was sixty hours a week those first few weeks.

One thing about working that much together and that long, is that you get a little punchy. Several days we started the day together and ended it twelve hours later. And if that wasn’t enough, we actually went for a couple of beers a few times after!

I suppose in hindsight (no pun intended) I probably should have kept my private thoughts to myself. Especially when it came to the subject of sex. But as I said, being punchy and tired, there wasn’t a lot of reason to hold thoughts back.

Over a few of the long days it felt like we just worked and talked. We did talk. About everything. Although I did not realize it at the time, but it wasn’t really