Free Beautifying Bernadette: A BBW Romantic Comedy (The Jackson Tribe Book 1) by Delia Grace Page A

looked out the window. “Don’t interrogate me, okay? Just—thanks for coming.”
    Bernie was worried that something really bad had happened, but she just pursed her lips and drove. A few minutes later, she asked carefully, “Are we going to your car or do you want to go back to my house first?”
    Ashley shrugged. “Whatever. You can just drop me at my car and I’ll go home.”
    Bernie knew something was really bugging her, but, with Ashley, the best course of action in these moments was to just give her space.
    “Do you want to drive through Starbucks? Does some coffee sound good?”
    Ashley looked mildly interested for the first time and nodded.
    Bernie pulled into the drive thru, there was a long line. “So… I had an interesting night.”
    Ashley perked up. “Oh yeah? Spill.”
    Bernie took a deep breath. “Okay, so, Cop McHotty is a, he is a, well, he’s a spanker.”
    Ashley had spent hours listening to Bernie’s fantasies, so she was very familiar with what Bernie meant. But it didn’t stop her mouth from dropping open. But before she could speak, Bernie kept going,
    “And… He spanked me. Twice.”
    Ashley’s hazel eyes threatened to fall out of her head she was opening them so wide. “He what? You… you’re okay with this right? Whoa, girl, you’d better start over. Start at the beginning. He took you home last night, and what… you got jiggy with it and then he, like, laid some sexy swats down or…”
    The line started moving, so Bernie had to move up. “No! God Ash! We did not ‘get jiggy with it.’  I have no memory of him being there last night. I puked on him, he put me to bed, nothing torrid or even appealing. By the way, don’t ever give me that much booze again. No more. I’m done. But anyways, when I woke up this morning, he was still there and so sweet. He took me to breakfast at IHOP, we shared life stories, and then—” she pulled up to the loudspeaker to order, “he asked me why I said I was going to get spanked if he ticketed me, and told me he’s been dreaming of spanking my ass for months.”
    She heard coughing and laughing over the speaker. “Wel-welcome to Starbucks. C-c-c… Oh my God, I’m so sorry, did you say someone wanted to spank you?” She could hear a male voice angrily muttering in the background apparently directed at the female who had tried to take their order and, a moment later, a more cowed voice came over the speaker. “Sorry… can I take you order?”
    Bernie’s face was so red she couldn’t move it. She just sat there staring at the menu, opening and closing her mouth wordlessly.
    Ashley was not wordless, however, and leaned over. “Yeah, we’ll take two venti triple shot hot cocoas.” They came often enough that the barista wasn’t thrown off by their order and told them to come to the window.
    Bernie drove silently, and, when she saw the girl at the window, they both avoided eye contact. The girl mumbled, “The drinks are on the house and we apologize for any issues you had today.”
    Ash shrugged as she put the drinks in the cup holders. “Hey, free drinks? Sistah, you can announce your kinky side anytime if it gets us free stuff.
    Bernie smacked her arm. Not lightly.
    Ashley just laughed. “So, anyways… You want your ass beaten, he wants to beat it—and then what? He just dragged you to the IHOP bathroom, spanked your ass, and then you finally got jiggy with it?”
    Bernie smacked her again, swerving the car.
    “Hey hey hey! Don’t crash or your cop will spank your reckless butt.” Ashley was still laughing.
    Bernie however, sobered and just shook her head. “No, no, he won’t. I won’t be seeing him again.”
    Ashley looked confused. “What? You just said he is a spanko, what you’ve always wanted.  You said he spanked you—twice—spill, woman.”
    “Okay, so, yeah, we talked and it seemed to go really well. He took me back to my apartment and did this whole bare ass in the corner spanking me thing, and it felt