This is a story for my Sister in Sin, MicheleNA. I hope this gives her many dear dreams, and a reason to be bad! I have never written a story about spanking, and I still can't believe I'm posting this! I hope you all enjoy it, I know MicheleNA did! Thanks to my proof readers Sister Delight and Novice Joyance. I hope I haven't ruined their impression of Captain Cohen forever!! I don't own any of these characters and I mean no disrespect to those that do, I'm just having a little fun with the characters. I promise to return them to TPTB unharmed, but hopefully smiling a little more than they did in the series! Permission to archive at the JADFE site is granted. A Spanking Good Affair By: Mother Superior/Sister Dementia (Monique Kraft) (Lucien LaCroix/Amanda Cohen) Amanda Cohen watched the crime scene with a dispassionate look on her face. Nick Knight and Don Schanke were slipping and sliding around the ice rink like little boys, the blood of the victim making their feet into unusual ice skates. She shook her head and whispered under her breath, "Idiots." Natalie Lambert walked up behind her and shook her head. "If Nick wasn't my best friend, I might agree with you." Amanda looked back at the Coroner and grimaced. "Sorry about that, I'm not in the best of moods tonight." She was a little jealous of the expression of love in Natalie's eyes for Nick. Before he slipped on a chunk of brain, Nick was able to return the look from across the ice. "If either of the detectives make it off of the rink in one piece, tell them I clocked off for the night." Natalie was shocked at the less than professional attitude. It was something she was unaccustomed to when it came to the Captain. She watched Amanda walk away and get into her car, then Natalie made her way over to the ice and proceeded to pronounce the victim 'dead by wood chipper'. Amanda sat at the bar, stirred her Kahlua Mudslide and muttered threats that would make Lorena Bobbitt proud. Suddenly, she was aware that someone had taken the seat next to her. She looked up and was startled at seeing a pair of the most beautiful, blue eyes she had ever seen. She looked back at her drink and tried to ignore the sexy man next to her. "Champagne for myself, and another of what this beautiful; yet very sad looking woman is having." He smiled at Amanda and felt a little stirring of triumph as she blushed. "Thank you, but I'm doing fine with this one." Amanda turned and looked directly at him, noting the brown buzz cut, full lips and small cheek dimples. "Well then, I shall just sit here and quietly enjoy your beauty and charm." He smiled at her and took her hand in his. "Lucien LaCroix." She held back a little shiver as his cool lips touched her fingers, mostly where her wedding band sat only twenty-four hours earlier. Amanda felt compelled, although she couldn't understand why, to tell him her name. "Amanda Cohen." Lucien's eyebrows rose when he recognized the name that Nicholas had mentioned several times. So, this was his Captain, his superior? This could be very interesting. An hour later, Lucien sat down next to Amanda on the couch in his apartment at the back of the Raven, satisfied that she was as close to drunk as he was going to get her... which wasn't saying much. "Lucien, I don't know why you keep trying to ply me with alcohol. I'm certainly not going anywhere." She smiled at him, very happy that he had thought enough of her to ask her back to his place. "Well, that is good news." He laid his arm across the back of the couch, his fingers playing with the ends of her hair. "So, tell me, why you are so sad?" His fingers moved from her hair, and across her cheek. "What makes Amanda Cohen take off her wedding ring and sit all alone in a bar, trying to drinking her sorrows away?" Amanda smiled sadly and rubbed the sun-deprived spot on her ring finger. She shrugged, "My husband decided that he wanted a bottle blonde, about twenty years his junior, with breasts up to here and legs to match." She made a motion at her chest and shrugged again. "I guess I didn't match his vision of something new." Lucien frowned. "I find it very distressing that a man could throw away a beauty such as yours for the superficial promise that I am sure doesn't live up to his expectations." He leaned in and kissed her, his lips hungry for hers. Amanda pulled back for a moment, but fell into his arms at the touch of his lips. She let him pull her into his arms, unsure if she wanted him to stop. Finally, she pushed him away and tried to regain her composure. "I'm sorry, Lucien. I can't do this." She stood up and tried to walk out of the room, but he was at her side in the blink of an eye. "Really?" He held her chin in his grip, his fingers tightening until her skin was white around them. "Do you mean what you are saying, or are you just afraid to realize your deepest desires?" He ran his tongue across her lips and smiled when her own tongue darted out to touch his. "Yes, I see." Amanda thought about his words... and how they rang true to her sense of recently being betrayed. She leaned in and kissed him with the passion that her marriage; to an unresponsive and not always kind husband, had buried deep within her heart. She let him strip her clothing off slowly, his fingers playing across her skin as it was displayed to him. Lucien draped her across the arm of the couch as he continued to remove her clothes. When she was naked, he quickly turned her over onto her stomach. He unbuttoned his shirt and removed it. He then undid the buckle of his belt, let down the zipper, and smiled as his pants slid down to his feet. He kicked them aside and leaned in to rub his semi-hard penis against her buttocks. Amanda gasped as his cool member rubbed against her ass. She shivered as he practically lay across her and whispered into her ear. "What can I do for you, my dear Amanda?" Lucien had always liked Asian women, their bodies promised a bounty that always satisfied. She gasped again as his penis peeked through her thighs and tickled her pubic hairs. Dare she ask him to do for her what her husband never would? There was only one way to find out if he would be turned off. "Spank me." Amanda held her breath and waited for him to walk away and tell her to put her clothes back on, just as her husband had done so many times in their marriage. Lucien moved away just an inch or so in surprise, it wasn't what he had expected her to say. He was more than pleased to do as she asked though. He moved away from her, and slapped her cheek with medium force. She moaned out and begged him quietly, "Please... harder." She smiled at the light tingle of pain on her flesh. His eyebrows shot up at her request, a smile forming on his lips. He was beginning to like this woman very much. Lucien raised his hand, but stopped before he hit her again. This time, he licked his hand from the base of the palm, all the way to the tips of his long, luscious fingers. Amanda yelped out as his hand contacted her ass, over and over again, sending waves of pleasure racing through her body. She had always wondered what it would feel like, but her imagination couldn't come close to the reality. Lucien watched with amazement as she writhed with pleasure as he smacked her. His penis stiffened in response to her arousal. He hit her so hard that his reddened handprint was left on her cheek. Amanda screamed his name out as she came, her orgasm shaking her body to the core. He pushed her up on the arm of the couch and rammed his cock inside of her. Her vagina was wet and warm against the chill of his manhood. Amanda, usually the kind of woman who would leave nothing to chance, completely ignored the common sense request for a condom as his shaft was rammed inside of her. She cried out again with pleasure. Her husband hadn't been uncommonly small in the genitalia department, but Lucien was much larger and thicker inside of her and it took her by surprise. She grabbed at the leather of the couch, for some kind of stability, as he pumped into her, his pace growing faster and harder. Lucien closed his eyes as her tight pussy caressed his thickness, his hands clenching into her flesh. He heard her beginning to moan against his motions, as he slowed his thrusting and raised his hand. Amanda buried her head into one of the throw pillows on the couch as he slapped her cheeks and pumped inside of her in unison. His orgasm coming to a head, he pushed all thoughts of the vampire aside. Amanda came again as his thighs slapped against the back of her legs so hard that she thought the couch would break in half, or shoot across the room, from the force. Lucien bit into his wrist as his climax overtook him, his bloody semen shooting out of his shaft and deeply into her sex. Lucien lay across her, his chest against her back. He licked the wounds in his wrist until they healed enough to not be noticed, then pulled his still engorged member out of her. He stood up, turned her over and then pulled her into his embrace. After he had kissed her passionately, he smiled. "I doubt your husband knows what he is missing." Amanda managed to catch her breath and open her eyes, her body still coming down from her own electrifying climax. "Well, I'm glad I was here to experience it myself." She kissed him and smiled. "Thank you. I needed to feel like a woman again, and you've done that for me." She blushed as he pushed her into a sitting position on the arm of the couch; her skin tingled from his earlier attention. "And, you made me realize that there is more in life than my work and the missionary position." Lucien smiled and leaned forward to bite her lip. This definitely was going to be... interesting. The End