So I decided to write another chapter of ‘Obeying Rigel’. I’m not quite ready to relinquish these characters just yet This chapter more or less takes up where the book left off.
“Initiate Operation Sadiemeister,” Sadie intoned from her hiding place behind a stand of bushes. Lifting a pair of binoculars to her camouflage painted face, she focused them at the entrance to the swish restaurant. “Well well, Stacy likes it up-market, huh?” she murmured to herself, taking in the gold tassels and plush fabrics that were draped wherever they could be draped.
“I don’t think this is a good idea,” Kate, voice of reason extraordinaire, chipped in from behind her.
“Shh, eat your sandwiches,” Sadie hissed. “They’ll be coming soon.”
“My sandwiches are soggy. You shouldn’t have made them last night,” Kate replied, lifting up the moist white bread and watching in dismay as wilted lettuce and tomato slices fell onto the grass where she sat cross-legged.
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“You strut through your life, giving everyone you meet attitude. Most people probably don’t even deserve it. And you know that, but you keep doing it. You’re waiting for someone who won’t take it. Every time you make a snarky remark or a smart ass comment, there’s part of you that wishes there was somebody around to put you firmly in your place. But there hasn’t been anyone, has there?”Sadie’s head spun as Rigel closed the final little bit of distance between them and lowered her voice. “Until now.”
When cocksure, laid-back drop out Sadie meets the wickedly attractive, yet stern Rigel, sparks fly. Unimpressed with her layabout lifestyle and outright bratty attitude, Rigel sets about making things very difficult for her little Sadie.
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How far is too far? Chapter Nine of Obeying Rigel.
“So do you want to come? I’ll understand if you don’t.” Kate hovered nervously outside Sadie’s door.
It had been 48 hours of frosty tension since Rigel had arrived home from her date. 48 hours in which Rigel had repeatedly attempted to talk to Sadie and been rebuffed on every attempt. Now Kate’s weekly self defense class had rolled around and she wanted Sadie to attend it with her. But Rigel was still the class instructor, and if Sadie attended, there was every chance that the cold war in the house would spill over into the school.
“I don’t know Kate,” Sadie said, loathe to let Kate down. The woman had the biggest puppy dog eyes in the world, even more puppy-ish than Milo. Disappointing her was not something Sadie liked doing.
Ah screw it, you know what? Have the final chapter of this series whilst I’m at it (I’ll no doubt finish this story up in e-book form as is my wont at some point in the future.)
The door to Sadie’s room swung open wide, interrupting Sadie as she lay curled up on her bed in tears of self recrimination.
“You.”
Rigel had not changed since the class. She was still in her instructor’s whites, which were now painted with splashes of blood around the shoulder and chest area. Her expression was darkly serious as she invited herself into Sadie’s room, nudging the clutter aside with her foot to clear a path to Sadie.
“You,” she repeated herself. “Are in serious trouble.”
“My boss gave it to me,” Sadie defended herself with the truth.
Rigel looked incredulous as she stepped into the room, dangling the baggie between her thumb and forefinger. “Your boss gave you weed? The boss who is supposed to be on the verge of firing you?”
“Ah, now there’s where you need to stop listening to Kate. Her intel is usually out of date,” Sadie smirked, feeling triumphant. So Rigel didn’t know as much as she thought she did. That would teach her to go around acting on false information.
“What do you mean?” Rigel quizzed, her thick brows quirking all over the place.
Sadie sighed in annoyance at having to explain herself. “I mean I was fired from the job she was referring to six months ago. I’ve had this new job since then.”
Cheese. It’s milk that’s gone hard, you know. Or as Stephen Fry would say, “the celebration of what happens when milk goes off big-time stylie’”
Here’s a bit of spanking story for you, which is what happens when spanking fantasies congeal into words.
Sunday was a work day, and Sadie had never been so glad to get up early and leave the house. She dressed gingerly, choosing a skirt and knee high tights over pants to avoid excess fabric to ass contact. Rigel had done a proper number on her backside, and it still throbbed gently when she put pressure against her cheeks. Fortunately work involved a fair amount of standing anyway.
She took a moment to straighten her shoulder length blonde streaked hair, gazing at herself in the mirror with a worried expression. She was still in shock that Rigel had dared hit her at all, but then again, Rigel was used to hitting people. She probably thought it was normal.
“Sadie…Sadie…” Sadie stirred to discover that a gentle, but persistent nudging was prodding her awake.
“What?” Sadie muttered, stretching out in her bed and wincing as her bottom spasamed in pain. As the nudging continued, she stuck her head out from under the covers and found herself looking into Rigel’s deceptively kind brown-eyed gaze.
“Oh my god. How did you get in?” Sadie squeaked, lifting her head up over Rigel’s shoulder and seeing that the door was no longer dead bolted. So in addition to being a martial artist, Rigel was apparently some kind of magician to boot.
Grab a cup of tea and some bikkies. This is a long (and painful) one.
“I can’t believe you hit me,” Sadie muttered, shifting on her backside as they drove back to her home.
“Has that never happened before? You never got spanked when you were a kid?” Rigel inquired.
“No! That’s abuse!” Sadie exclaimed indignantly.
Rigel looked plainly amused as she glanced over at Sadie. “Do you feel abused?”
“… Not really,” Sadie had to admit finally.
She didn’t know how she felt really. Her bottom didn’t really hurt all that much. There was some sting there, but nothing awful. It was more the embarrassment of being bent over and smacked as if she were some insolent little kid that caused her cheeks to burn.
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A little excerpt from the story, designed to tease you into reading more. Think of it as the fluffer of the spanking romance genre. I like my ladies erect.
“Yeah, sorry about today,” Sadie apologized. She was feeling guilty now she knew how much the whole deal meant to Rigel. “I didn’t mean to be disrespectful, not like that.”
“How did you mean to be disrespectful?” Rigel quirked a brow.
Sadie giggled. “You know what I mean, I mean I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.”
“Ah I see. Well my feelings aren’t hurt. I know where to find you to exact a little discipline.”
“What?” Sadie blanched.
“Actions have consequences, little girl,” Rigel purred.
Rolling her eyes, Sadie regretted having bought up the martial arts thing at all. “Yeah, and the consequence is I won’t crash your class again.”
Rigel reached over and gently traced a finger tip down the back of Sadie’s neck. Her casual, tender touch sent shivers of pleasure down Sadie’s spine, distracting her from her defiance. “That would be a pity. You’d learn a lot from it.”
This is a third chapter of Obeying Rigel. It’s a quarter to two in the morning on Sunday here. Those two facts are all anyone needs to know about anything. Ever.
For a moment, Sadie forgot to breathe. How could Rigel, a woman she’d only met a few hours before, understand her so completely? Sadie’s brain whirred in high gear for a few long moments before coming to the only logical conclusion. It was a coincidence. Rigel didn’t really know anything. She was bluffing. And if she was bluffing, Sadie could bluff back. A slow smile spread over her face as she took a step back, putting some much needed distance between her and Rigel. “Nice line,” she said cynically.
“I’m sorry?”
“I bet they swoon when you tell them that, don’t they?” Sadie smirked.
Rigel tilted her head as she looked at Sadie. “And who might ‘they’ be?”
Oh well. Look here. It’s a rock and roll chapter of Obeying Rigel. With no nuts. Typical.
Held back after class, Sadie squirmed on the bench she’d been sitting on for the past forty minutes, minus the brief few minutes when she’d been getting changed back into her street clothes whilst the rest of the class learned how to yell threateningly at attackers.
Kate had already headed home right after class with a frown set firmly on her face, and by the sounds of the last remnants of fading chatter, everyone else was almost out the door and on their way back wherever they had come from.
The gymnasium had a weird, hollow feeling to it when it was empty. Sadie blamed that for the weird curdling sensation she had in her stomach as she waited for Rigel to finish up in the changing room. A clock at the head of the hall ticked loudly, marking the seconds with rigorous indifference. As she nibbled at her fingernails, Sadie wondered why she’d agreed to stay, or even why had she agreed to sit on the ‘naughty bench’ in the first place. She could have just walked out when Rigel had shown her attitude in the first place. But there was something about the woman, even though she never raised her voice or even seemed angry, that made Sadie stop and listen.
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This chapter more or less takes up where the book left off. 
