Rocked

by Andrews, Stella

  Frantically I shake my head. "No officer, please don't hurt me."

  He laughs a dull laugh and then I feel the pain as his stick hits me across the ass. I bite my lip as the pain shoots through my body and travels to my core. He strikes again and I cry out.

  He says cruelly. "This ass will be redder than your lips by the time I've finished with it."

  I scream, "Please no! I'm sorry officer."

  He raises his hand and I feel the strokes of the cane as they bite into my tender flesh. Just when I don't think I can take anymore he drags me around and heaves the rear door open. Pushing me inside he stares at me with excitement.

  "Now it's time to search the rest of you."

  Trembling I lie back on the seat and he grasps my hips and slams into me groaning, "Take your punishment and beg for my forgiveness."

  I scream out, tears streaming down my face.

  "Please stop, I'm so sorry."

  He carries on until I can feel the waves of an orgasm mounting within me.

  He hollers, "Don't you dare cum you little whore."

  I clench to stop myself from climaxing, as he pounds into me again and again until he roars with the powerful climax that signifies his release.

  Pulling out he grasps my head and pulls me towards him and then proceeds to punish me with his tongue.

  Once he has had his fill he releases me saying, "Take this as a warning young lady; next time you may not get off so lightly."

  I watch as he zips up his pants and walks back to his car. Within less than a minute he disappears from view.

  Chapter Three

  Bodies

  As I pull into the parking lot of the Gym, I wonder if it is such a great idea today. Last night took a lot out of me, and my ass is still very tender.

  Grinning inside I feel the excitement again as I recall the scene. Wryly I reflect that I should be up for an Oscar for the performances I give. The acting part adds to the thrill and allows me to act out the bidder’s fantasies to the full.

  It continually surprises me the lengths they will go to for authenticity. Take last night if I didn't know better I'd have thought the guy really was a cop.

  As I head inside, I am glad that it is still early. I come here most mornings for a workout but twice a week I work with a personal trainer. Billy is not only my trainer but is also a valuable friend. I never feel awkward with him because we share the same proclivities. Billy prefers men to women which takes away the embarrassment at how close we sometimes get as he puts me through my paces.

  We often head out for lunch or drinks together and I love listening to his stories of life at the Gym.

  I haven't yet told him of the job I do as my stories would make his look like fairy tales. He just thinks I run an IT company from home.

  Pushing through the door I smile at the receptionist. "Morning Donna; you on the early turn today?"

  She grins. "For my sins, although between me and you I never went to bed. I met up with friends and it continued afterwards at my house. If I did a workout, I'd sweat alcohol."

  Laughing I sign in. "You sure look good on it, honey. If I'd been up all night, I know I wouldn't look as good as you do."

  Donna laughs. "I don't buy that for a second. Looking like you, I doubt you ever look anything but hot as hell."

  As I head towards the changing rooms. she shouts out, "Oh I forgot to tell you, Billy's returned home for some sort of family emergency; you've got a stand in until he returns."

  Stopping in my tracks, I look back,

  "It's not bad news, is it?"

  She shrugs. "Dunno but he'll be away for two weeks." Then she smirks and her eyes flash. "Just try to make it through the next fortnight if you can, you're in for quite a workout."

  She turns away before I have a chance to reply. As I head off to get changed I wonder what on earth she means.

  Fortunately, it's early so the locker room is almost empty. Just another lady folding up her clothes. I smile and change into my gym kit.

  Wincing, I pull the Lycra over my ass and hope that my exercises don't involve irritating it too much. I am looking forward to the nice relaxing swim at the end of it though. Even though the "cop" was rough it wasn't any worse than I am used to. There's probably nothing I haven't done - I mean I do deal in fantasies after all.

  As I enter the gym I shiver as the air conditioning hits me. It needs to be cool in here to combat the heat generated from the workout. There are only a couple of men already on the weights so I head over to the running machine to begin a gentle warm-up exercise. Plugging in my headphones I start the gentle jog.

  Twenty minutes later I wind up the session and step off to look for my trainer. He should be here by now and I am keen to get started.

  Looking around all I can see are the two guys and lady from the locker room. Heading towards the cooler I wonder if he has been held up.

  Taking a cup, I fill it with the cool water and as I stretch up, I can feel someone behind me. Turning around I nearly drop the drink because right behind me is a muscle mountain.

  Raising my eyes to his I practically take a step backwards as his dark eyes bore into mine and I swallow hard. For a second we stare at each other. I notice he is not at all fazed and continues to look at me. Nervously I lower my eyes and almost choke as I see the intricate tattoos adorning his upper body and arms trailing down to what I am sure is a perfect six-pack. Flustered, I take a small step back and collide with the cooler as he smiles and his eyes dance with amusement.

  "You must be Samantha; I'm Logan your stand in personal trainer."

  As he says the words, he emphasizes the word personal and for some reason my legs suddenly feel exceptionally weak.

  Cross with myself I plaster my business face on and fix him with a steady look. "Oh yes Donna told me you're filling in for Billy. I hope that he is ok and won't be away too long."

  He grins slowly and nods. "Yes, let's hope so. Anyway, according to my watch we should have started five minutes ago. Follow me and I'll get you warmed up."

  His eyes twinkle as he speaks, and it takes a lot for me to get a grip. Why on earth am I affected by this guy? Me of all people; I have had more guys than I care to count and yet one look from this Adonis has reduced me to mush.

  I feel annoyed with myself and irritated by him. Shaking myself inwardly I resolve to keep an emotional distance from this guy. I will not let him affect me in the slightest. I am a professional and will hold onto this thought to get me through the day.

  He leads me over to a nearby bench and motions for me to sit down. I try not to wince as I do but immediately his eyes narrow. "You got a problem?"

  Rolling my eyes, I brush off my discomfort.

  "Just fell on my ass yesterday. It's a little sore but will be ok."

  He continues to stare at me with a thoughtful look and I will myself to look normal. Why do I get the feeling he doesn't believe me?

  He picks up a clipboard and examines it.

  "Hm, I can see that you are quite the advanced student - impressive."

  He looks up and our eyes meet and once again I feel a flush creeping over me. Tearing my gaze away I shrug indifferently. "Not really."

  He places the board down and barks. "Ok let's get started. I saw that you had a warm-up session on the running machine so we had better begin with some stretching exercises. Lie down on your back and pull your knees in to your chest."

  Even though this is a general request I can feel my face burning. Oh god I'm not going make it through this session. Why do his demands make everything seem like a sexual position?

  So, I attempt to blank him out and stare at the ceiling above me whilst he barks his orders. I follow his instructions all the time completely mindful of his proximity. Silently I pray to Billy to hurry back because this guy is turning me on and he hasn't even touched me.

  After a while he squats down beside me, fixing me with a stern look.

  "Right I will hold these ankles down whilst you give me twen
ty sit-ups. If your ass hurts tell me and we'll move on to something else."

  Once again, I blush profusely at his mention of my ass. I'm now extremely hot and bothered, and it has nothing at all to do with the workout.

  I pull up and as I do see him studying me intently from the end of the bench. The feel of his firm hands gripping my ankles practically makes me lose my mind. I even forget that my ass hurts so much; all I can think of is I want this man holding my ankles so firmly to rip my clothes off and take me on this bench right here and now. Giggling to myself I picture the form on my website and wonder if I filled it in he would oblige.

  After twenty sit-ups, my ass is burning and I wince in pain.

  Logan looks at me crossly. "I can tell you're in pain. You must tell me when you've reached your limits. You're doing more harm than good to yourself if you don't."

  Looking cross he pulls me with him and the feeling of his hand in mine makes me go weak at the knees.

  "Come on that's enough. Go and change into your costume and we will do our exercises in the pool instead. That way your ass will be protected."

  Seeing him smirk makes my cheeks burn and as I head off to change, I feel extremely on edge.

  Soon I head off to the pool feeling somewhat exposed in my bikini. You would think that I would be used to letting men see my body but outside of my working environment I feel strangely wrong footed.

  I take a deep breath as I see him waiting for me. As I thought his body is total perfection and I almost drool at the sight of his perfectly sculpted abs.

  He doesn't take his eyes off me as I walk towards him and I can feel the heat building in my core as I approach. Trying to seem detached I just nod.

  "So where do you want me?"

  His eyes flash and he grins. "Two lengths of the pool. I'll set the pace, try to keep up."

  I feel extremely annoyed at his presumption that I can't hold my own. Flouncing off to the side of the pool I wait for him to dive in.

  As he does, I get a satisfying glimpse of his ass in his trunks and once again wonder what on earth has got into me?

  He sets off and with the best will in the world I aim to teach him a lesson. I am an extremely competent swimmer. I even entered competitions in my youth and could have taken it up professionally. Then everything changed and my swimming days were over within 24 hours. Pushing my thoughts aside I focus on whipping his ass.

  He is just in front of me and I can tell that he is pacing himself expecting me to fall in behind. Instead, I take a deep breath and unleash my competitive edge. As I power on past him, I can sense his surprise. I feel the exhilaration as I speed through the water, cutting through it like a knife.

  Annoyingly he keeps up with me and I push a little harder. As it grows evident that I won't be shaking him anytime soon I feel myself becoming more and more exasperated. I try harder and harder but he keeps pace with me and I start to get annoyed. Who is this guy?

  He appears to be some sort of athlete; once again I long for Billy to come back and set my life back in order.

  Suddenly I cramp up and disappear under the water. The pain is excruciating and I flounder as I struggle to right myself.

  Then I feel a pair of strong arms scoop me up and pull me against a hard body. Pulling me over to the side he puts both hands under my arms and lifts me clean out of the pool. Quickly joining me Logan growls, "Lie back and I'll sort out your cramp."

  As I do as he says he takes my left leg in his hands and gently rubs it. The pain surges through me and despite his gruff tone his touch is gentle

  Almost as quickly as it came, it goes. Logan pulls a towel from the side and wraps it around my shoulders before picking me up and carrying me to the bench nearby.

  He deposits me onto it before sitting down next to me. Fixing me with a stern look he growls,

  "That was irresponsible. The fact that you apparently had something to prove meant that your body didn't have time to adjust. Disobeying my orders had potentially damaging consequences. You will learn that I know best and if you disobey me again you will feel the force of it."

  Startled I look up and notice that he is frowning down at me. I feel like a disobedient child and something in his manner makes me feel ashamed of myself.

  I manage to stutter. "I'm sorry Logan, I guess I was just showing off, you see I am a good swimmer and could have gone far."

  He looks interested. "So, what happened?"

  I shrug. "I had to give up because my mom couldn't take me anymore. Things happened, and I had to stop."

  Looking down, I feel the pain flowing through me as I recall what a dark time it was.

  To my surprise Logan places his finger under my chin and lifts my face towards his.

  He looks interested and briefly his features relax. I am mesmerized and want to drown in the depths of his eyes as he says gently, "Tell me what happened."

  For a moment, I forget to breathe. I don't like to talk about my past, but there is something strangely compelling about this man before me. Why do I suddenly feel the need to unburden my soul to this stranger who has affected me so much? As I look into his eyes they draw me in. They stare down into my soul and draw my secrets from within.

  I want him to know me, so I do the unthinkable and speak of my past.

  "We were on a family day out visiting some relations. It was quite late and my brother and I were fast asleep in the back of the car. All I can remember is waking up in hospital. The nurses were whispering in the corner and I felt frightened. I searched around for my mom or dad but I was alone. One of them saw that I had woken up and came to sit beside me."

  As I re-live the memory the tears well up in my eyes. It happened so long ago now but the pain is still raw. I don't talk about what happened for a reason. I run from my past like a frightened animal. I surround myself in fantasy to escape the nightmares.

  Logan is looking at me patiently and feeling my heart thumping I carry on.

  "The Nurse informed me there had been an accident. We were hit by a truck and ended up in hospital. She told me that my father was dead and my mom seriously injured. She was in the operating theater as we spoke and they were struggling to save her life. My brother Josh seemed ok and was being cared for by social workers. I had suffered a broken leg and shoulder but would otherwise be fine. The truck driver had also died, and they were trying to find any relatives or friends who could show up and look out for us."

  Breaking off I try to re-group. Speaking about this is still painful. Once again, I wonder why I feel compelled to tell this virtual stranger my deepest and darkest secrets.

  Gratefully I stand up and facing him say shyly, "Thank you Logan; I'm sorry to be so much trouble."

  Before he can reply I turn and walk away.

  By the time I have showered and changed I feel a little stronger and more like myself. Now I just feel foolish and once again wonder what on earth came over me.

  Setting my mask in place I head out to the reception and vow to bury whatever it is that is going on with me towards my new temporary trainer.

  Donna is once again installed at the desk when I venture out of the safety of the locker room. She smiles brightly as I approach.

  "Hey, you're done early, that's not like you."

  I laugh softly. "No, it's not, I suppose I'm just having an off day."

  I am surprised when Logan walks into the reception and my mouth waters at the sight of him. He too has showered and changed and is wearing track bottoms and a t-shirt that showcases his amazing body. His hair is still wet and spiky from the shower and I smell his aftershave wafting over to me, and once again my legs go shaky as I swallow hard.

  His eyes hold mine as he approaches. "Well, Samantha it's been an eventful start to our partnership. May I suggest a couple of days rest before our next session? You will need to rest your injury because I will not let you off so lightly next time."

  His eyes flash and a small hint of a smile flashes across his lips. I can feel Donna watching us with intere
st and pull myself up and look him in the eye.

  "Thank you for today Logan. I can assure you that next time I will be back in complete control."

  He smiles which almost takes my breath away as it completely transforms his usually severe expression and he says softly, "I will look forward to seeing that. Remember what I've said, rest up and no strenuous activity."

  Then he just spins on his heels and heads back the way he came.

  Driving home I think about what happened today. I am usually so in control and don't know what came over me. He has reduced me to a quivering wreck and I don't like it one bit. It must have been the element of surprise that wrong footed me. Shaking myself mentally I decide enough is enough. I need to get back to common ground. It's time to get things back in order.

  As soon as I get home, I turn on my computer. I don't even make myself my usual cup of coffee before contemplating my next job.

  As the computer screen bursts to life I push all thoughts of Logan firmly out of my mind.

  Once again, I scroll to the highest bid. I never glance at the ones beneath; a deal is a deal and I will not let temptation get the better of me. Even if the winner is not the sort of thing I enjoy I do it anyway. It's what I do and I do it well.

  Chapter Four

  Doctor's orders

  I pull up in front of an extremely expensive looking house. The driveway alone was long and took me a while to negotiate. Now I am here I feel the familiar stirring of excitement grip me. This time I am required to stay over. The bid reflected this and I am now $50,000 richer.

  Checking my reflection in the mirror I appraise myself. The brief was for a redhead with minimal make up. This is one of my favorite wigs and I was happy to oblige. Grabbing my overnight case from the trunk I zap the car closed and approach the large formidable door.

  I ring the bell and wait with nervous trepidation. There is a brass plaque outside which reads:

  "Doctor Harley group Surgeon."

  The door opens, and a woman dressed as a Nurse looks at me kindly. "Welcome Miss Smart, we've been expecting you, please follow me."