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Last week, you read the first part of “The Magic Touch”, a prequel story to Dreaming of How it Was Going to Be. In it, Karen had to fight zombies who were attacking her home, and her husband helped increase her magic powers by spanking her. Today, the story continues.

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The Magic Touch, Part 2

Karen woke up and found herself feeling surprisingly refreshed. “Did…” She cleared her dry throat, and when Joe handed her a bottle of Gatorade — yellowish-green, her favorite flavor, inasmuch as one could have a favorite flavor of sports drinks — she downed half of it before trying again. “Did we win?”

“For now,” he said. He was kneeling in front of her, one hand on her bare thigh. He squeezed gently. “You were amazing.”

She blushed and drank; the blush lasted much longer than the Gatorade. She pressed the still-cold bottle to her cheeks, and then her forehead. “Any word from the others?”

Joe nodded. “According to Graham, the necromancer is on the run, but he’s protected by some powerful ghouls and a lot more zombies. There just aren’t enough magic users to box him in.”

“Did we get any help?”

“You got me.”

Karen shook her head slightly and looked past Joe, to the kitchen doorway. Sarah grinned at her. “You recharged me, didn’t you.”

“Guilty.” Sarah crossed the living room and sat beside Karen, seemingly ignoring the fact that Karen was naked from the waist down. But then, Sarah only had on a tank-top and a pair of black briefs. She also squirmed a bit. “Dawn is outside, doing some recon, but while you were asleep she helped me power you back up.”

“Ouch.” Karen knew about Dawn and Sarah — they were always paired together, and Dawn was proud of her sadistic tendencies. Karen didn’t know if Sarah was into spanking or not, but Dawn always managed to fill her up with enough magic to do pretty much anything. Some of that, she knew, was Sarah’s natural talent, but a good chunk was Dawn’s doing. 

“I’ll be all right.” Sarah patted Karen’s other thigh as Joe got up and checked the curtains again. “It does hurt, though.”

“I bet.” Karen glanced over at Joe. “Can we get him out of here, at least, now that you’re here?”

“Karen, no–“

“It’s not safe.”

“And it’s safe for you?”

“With Sarah here–“

“I won’t be staying,” Sarah said. “I have other people to check on. You weren’t first on my list, but you were near the top.”

“Thanks, I think.” Karen’s head jerked up as she heard the back door open, and then Dawn came into the living room. She was small and compact where Sarah was curvy — not as curvy as Karen was, but then, Sarah was also much younger, only thirty; at a certain age, Karen knew, women with curves like hers tended to get curvier. Plus, Karen’s doctor had also told her to lose weight, advice that Karen was ignoring; she was happy with how she looked, and so was Joe, so what did it matter? “Hi, Dawn.”

“Hi.” She held up her phone. “We need to get going.”

A pained expression crossed Sarah’s face, but it was only a flicker of emotion. She got up, and Karen bit her lip to avoid reacting; Sarah’s backside was bright red below the edge of her panties, and there was evidence of stripes from a belting or strapping visible where fabric didn’t cover. Dawn did not mess around. “You sure you’ll be all right?”

“We’ll be fine,” Joe said. Karen frowned at him, but then, she’d been about to say the same thing, so she really couldn’t complain. Much.

Sarah and Dawn left via the back door, and Karen stood up. “Keep an eye on the front,” she said. “I’m going to get the backyard ready, just in case.”

“Just in case?”

She nodded. “You never know.” Then she got up on her tiptoes, her hands on Joe’s upper arms. “I love you.”

“Love you too.” He kissed her, and she could tell he was only intending to briefly brush his lips over hers, but she put all of herself into the kiss, and Joe kissed her back hard. When it ended, her breathing was a little choppy. “You okay?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Ask me again later.”

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Karen’s windows all had little window-boxes, and she’d managed to plant those in the spring. They were full of flowers — sunflowers, bluebells, and so forth. Though she wasn’t full-up on magic, she had enough to grow the flowers larger, large enough to knit together and cover the windows.

The house had come with a swimming pool, and that too could be used to stop zombies. But for what she had in mind, she needed some help. So, back inside, she called Joe into the kitchen. “It’s time, hon.”

He swallowed hard. “I really hate doing it like this.”

“I know.” She took his hands in hers. “I don’t like it either, but it works, and we need to protect ourselves.” After letting go of Joe’s hands, she pulled out a kitchen chair and bent over, her hands flat on the seat. “Just do it.”

The cool wood of the hairbrush made her jump when Jeff touched her still-bare ass with it. At least the fire had died down a touch.

Then he started spanking her.

So much for that.

Karen had vetoed wooden spoons outright — those had been her mother’s implement of choice — but the hairbrush was almost as bad. POP! after POP! after POP!, the spanks falling hard as Joe whacked her backside. She felt herself trying to shy away from each impact, but Joe didn’t let her move. He adjusted his position, his arm going around her waist, and then POP! POP! POP! POP! came the next fusillade of spanks. Karen was certain she’d have bruises after this spanking, but then, that was what she needed.

It was hard to focus, but she managed. There were two trees in the backyard, one on either side of the pool, and Karen pushed her power into them until they grew together in an arch. Then branches began spreading downward, leaves growing quickly, and soon there was a barrier across the pool and blocking the back door.

Just in time, too — the POP! POP! POP! POP! of the spanking was becoming unbearable. “Stop!” she moaned. “I’m done!”

Joe set the brush on the table and pulled Karen into another hug. She felt tears prickling her eyes and blinked them away. “I’m sorry,” he said.

“It’s okay. You did what you had to do.” She slipped out of his arms and went to the refrigerator, getting another bottle of Gatorade. Joe, meanwhile, sat down on the kitchen chair that had been pulled out — plopped into it, really. “Are you all right?”

“Just… the adrenaline, I guess.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, you’re doing all the work.” He tried to smile, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “I get all keyed up, but all I have to do is spank you.”

Karen rubbed her sore backside. “You did a hell of a thorough job of it, too.”

“Yeah.”

She could tell something was bothering him. “What is it, hon?”

He took a long few seconds to think before answering. “I… I mean… I think…” He was fifty-two years old, and she hadn’t heard him stammer like this since the day he’d proposed, almost twenty years prior. He forced the words out, though. “I got hard.” His cheeks flushed red.

“Oh.” Karen put her Gatorade down and went over to him, straddling him without sitting down — she was pretty sure she wouldn’t be sitting down for a while. This position had the added bonus of his face being at chest-height, and she knew he adored her breasts. “It’s okay,” she said again, cradling his head to her chest. “If you didn’t get turned on from touching my ass, I might worry a little about you.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.” She knelt carefully in front of him and unbuttoned his shorts. She wanted to go down on him, but they’d just been outside in the heat and he definitely needed a shower before that. But that wasn’t the only thing she could do. “Here, help me out.”

Joe undid his shorts the rest of the way and managed to get them and his underwear down to his ankles; Karen took them off one foot at a time. Then she took off her shirt, leaving her naked in front of him. She leaned forward as he opened his legs, and captured his cock between her breasts, enveloping it in softness. “Karen…”

“I know we usually use lube for this,” she said, massaging him as she did, “but I don’t want to wait.”

Joe, wisely, didn’t say anything. He let Karen work his cock with her breasts in slow, sensuous movements. It had taken her a while to accept that he was into this, but now it was a regular part of their sex life. Plus, she loved pleasing her husband.

While this was working, it wasn’t working fast enough for Karen. She released his cock only to take hold of it with her left hand, her right caressing his balls. That got his hips to surge, and she felt him throbbing in her hand. He was the only man she’d ever been with who liked handjobs for their own sake; her previous boyfriends had only wanted them until they got hard. But Joe let out a low moan, looking down into her eyes, his face intense. “Baby, you know what’s going to happen.”

“I know.” She stroked him harder, faster. “I want it.”

He smiled, and it was one of the sexiest things she’d ever seen. Then he stood up and took hold of his cock. Karen scooted back on her knees and started working his balls with both hands, teasing them with her fingertips, cupping them in her palms, finding the spot behind them and pushing up hard with two fingers.

That did it. Joe groaned and pointed his cock at her chest, and spurt after spurt of hot, thick come splattered on her breasts. It seared her skin almost as much as the hairbrush spanking had done, but this fire she adored.

When Joe was done, he slumped back onto the chair. Karen used her discarded t-shirt to clean herself off, and then got to her feet and leaned over to kiss him. “I love you,” she said. “I love when you do that to me.”

He smiled against her lips. “Love you too.”

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Karen was still wet from her shower when she heard the doorbell ring. “Can you get that?” she called to Joe, confused as to how someone was even at the front door, but not too worried — zombies didn’t ring doorbells.

While Karen finished drying off and then dug up some clothes, she heard Joe talking to someone. It was Sarah and Dawn again. Sarah was wearing a loose ankle-length skirt — she must not have been up to wearing pants on top of whatever else Dawn had done to her backside. “Got him yet?” she asked when she got to the living room.

Sarah shook her head. “He planned ahead. Graham and Elizabeth are really pissed off, too; they thought they were breaking into his hideout, but it was just a room packed full of zombies.”

“Yuck.”

“Yeah,” Dawn said. “Elizabeth is going to beat the hell out of this guy when they catch him.” A pause. “Not literally. I hope.” Another pause. “I don’t know if you noticed,” she added, “but the zombie bodies are gone.”

“I hadn’t even thought of that,” Joe said. “Why is it happening? I figured they’d lie there until someone got rid of them.”

“We think it’s because of the necromancer himself.”

“Does this idiot have a name?” Karen asked.

“Edgar Gauss.” Sarah shrugged. “Doesn’t really have an ‘evil’ ring to it, does it?” Karen shook her head, and Sarah continued. “The bodies aren’t from around here. Hector hit the nearby gravesites; none of them are more disturbed than usual. Wherever Gauss got them from, he must have transported them. It took so much power to get them out of their graves, and then from wherever they were to here, and then to make them attack. Once they’re ‘dead’, so to speak, they disintegrate.”

“What about…” Joe grimaced. “What about spanking? What if he–“

“That secret’s very well protected,” Dawn said. “Trust me, he doesn’t know. He must have a lot of natural ability.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah,” Sarah said. She had a glass of water in her hand; she drank some of it. “So, normal zombie tactics will work: decapitate them, shoot out their brains, or burn them to a crisp.”

“What about casualties?” Karen asked.

“None of ours.” Dawn seemed rather proud of the fact. “A couple of civilians got bitten, but they’ll be okay.”

“They won’t turn into zombies and start attacking other people, will they?” Joe seemed legitimately concerned about this.

“That is a thing,” Dawn said, “but they’re not showing any of the signs. Maybe these zombies aren’t infectious.”

“Good.” Joe reached for Karen’s hand and, to her surprise, his palm was damp. The thought of being turned into a zombie must have scared him more than he was letting on. “Anything else we need to know?”

“Just that we still don’t know who or what Gauss is after. Be on your guard; there aren’t any zombies here right now, but there might be more coming.” Sarah shrugged. Her phone buzzed, and she checked it. “We have to go. Call if you get overwhelmed.”

Karen nodded. “Be careful.”

“We will.”

Once they were gone, Joe patted the couch next to where he was sitting. Karen, wearing soft workout shorts and nothing underneath — she’d seen the condition of her ass in the mirror, and showering hadn’t been super fun either — eased herself down next to him and cuddled up close. “Are you okay?” she asked him.

“I will be.” He sighed. “Bad enough there were zombies. If somehow they can turn us into them–“

“Don’t worry about it,” Karen told him. “I won’t let them get that close.” She took his hand again, squeezed it. “I promise.”

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To be continued next week!