Declaration: I do not own Rizzoli an Isles
Thanks Hotladykisses for Beta reading
Maura woke up because of Jane. She was stroking and gently working on Maura's butt. Half
asleep, Maura realized how much she was becoming aroused. Then Jane bit once in each of her
butt cheeks and Maura woke up with a shock. It had hurt and she complained
about it.
"That's mean," she murmured, "I'm still tired. Let me just get some sleep." "No!" Jane bit her
again. "Do you know that this is our first time off for weeks ? For weeks I've been
looking forward to spank your ass." Again she bit her and Maura yelped out.
"See, it's been too long, you're not used to it anymore."
She leant over and whispered in Maura's ear. "I'm going to put my leather clothes on and you'll
put your fancy dress on. Then we'll have breakfast, and then I'll put you over my knee.
Agreed?"
"And then?" asked Maura as she turned toward Jane.
"Let's see ... if you're submissive and not wriggleand you present me your ass really nicely, I'll put you up on the kitchen counter and you'll be spoiled a bit with my tongue ..."
She didn't go any further.. Maura had already jumped out of bed and was on
her way to the bathroom.
As Maura came into the kitchen, Jane had turned up the radio and was already sitting on the stool
they had bought especially for this kind of fun. Maura knelt in front of her and kissed
her hands. Then she stood up and laid down on Jane's knees.
Jane pulled Maura's skirt up and stroked her butt for a while . Then she began to move her
hand and started with light spanking. Finally, she reached for the wooden spoon on the kitchen
counter. Maura was now on one knee, sandwiched between Jane's legs.
With one
hand on her neck, Jane pressed Maura down.
She spanked Maura with the spoon on her ass which was already red.
They were both totally focused on their game when they suddenly heard a loud and resolute voice,
which was louder than the music from the radio and Maura's whines. "Let her go immediately!
Stop it!"
In front of them stood Angela, her face red with anger and trembling all over. She gave Jane a hard slap on the face and tried to pull Maura up on her
feet.
"For Christ's sake, Maura, come here. What is she doing to you!? "
Horrified, Maura jumped up and took hold of Angela's wrist at the last moment so she
couldn't slap Jane again.
Angela started yelling at her daughter. "How can you do thinks like that? As a child, you
didn't even get a slap on you fingers. Are you crazy?"
Angela tried to drag Maura toward her, but Maura stepped back. "My poor child. I'll take you to the
guest house. You won't stay one minute longer here with Jane."
Jane sat on the stool, shaking her head, and stared at Angela, speechless. Then she got up and put
the wooden spoon aside. Angela stepped protectively between Maura and Jane with a determined
look at Jane. "I thought I knew you. I don't understand what's wrong with you," she said, now a
little quieter, and grabbed Maura's arm. "Come we are leaving."
Maura shook her off. "Angela, you don't understand ..." she began, but then she couldn't figure out what to say next.
"And I think I got off at the wrong station!," moaned Jane, who was slowly pulling
herself together.
"What is there to misunderstand ?" Angela moved again to get Maura's arm.
"Come on. You are not one of those stupid women who are abused by their
man and never leave them? You don't need to put up with this. Me and the
boys will protect you."
"Listen now !" said Maura a little bit louder. "Go sit down in the living room. Let's have
coffee together and you listen to me!"
She turned to Jane, her cheeks still bright red. "Please turn off the radio and get your
mother a cup of coffee," she said "and bring one for us as well. We have
to talk." Maura sounded so determined that neither of the Rizzoli women dared to
contradict her.
Jane brought the coffee, sat down at the table and threw her mother a killing glance.
"Listen Angela," said Maura, you caught us having do that sometimes.
„Jane hasn't hurt me, or at least she did it as a favour to me"
..." Jane laughed " It was a privilege to work on you," she said,
leaning over to Maura and giving her a kiss on the tip of the nose. Then she turned to her mother.
"How many times did I tell you not to barge in here like this?"
Angela didn't answer but asked, appalled, , "Is this the
way people have sex now? Or is it a special lesbian thing? Maura, you can tell me the truth. You
don't need to lie to protect Jane."
"Angela, you know I can't lie," said Maura, who repeated Jane's question "How did you get in?
I'm sure I locked the door last night."
"I entered the back door," Angela finally replied." The front door was locked and no one came to
open it, but I heard the radio."
Jane's phone started ringing. She hesitated for a moment.
"Go ahead," Maura told her. "I'll explain to your mother."
She waited for Jane to have left the room.
"I think it's admirable how you stepped in for me. For that, I want to thank you. But you can't just
come into our house uninvited. If no one opens the door there's probably a reason. And I expect you
to apologize to Jane for slapping her and for thinking she could beat me ... Why did you come anyway?"
"I thought since you both were having your first day off for weeks, I'd make you a delicious
breakfast."
"Thanks for the offer, Angela. We'll have to take a raincheck on it.
I'll make you a suggestion. The situation is very unpleasant for all of us now, so why don't you
come back tomorrow morning and we'll have breakfast together Then we can pretend
nothing happened and never talk about it again?"
Angel nodded and stood up to make her way to the door. There she bumped into Jane, who
raised her hands to her face and jokingly begged, "Please don't hit me again!" grinning behind her
hands.
"I'm sorry," muttered Angela in passing, and she left the house.
"Phew," said Jane, "Way to kill the mood! Maybe we should lock the kitchen door. Right, where were we?"