by Sierra Brave
IT HAD BEEN a while since Jake held a woman in his arms who felt so right. Physically, she was his perfect type, from her hair color to her size and shape, and she had a calm, sweet spirit. He needed the warmth of another human being more than he could say, and embracing a beautiful woman like Caroline only made the longing that much more pronounced.
He wanted to carry her off into the dunes and make love to her all night long, but he didn’t dare to be so presumptuous. A girl like Caroline had to be earned.
She broke their kiss. Panting, she rested her forehead against his chest. He stroked her straight hair, running his fingers through the silky-smooth strands as he breathed in their honey-scented fragrance.
“It feels so good to hold you in my arms.” The minute the words came out of his mouth, Jake couldn’t believe he’d said them. He wasn’t trying to run game on her, but he didn’t want to sound like a tool either.
“It’s late. Maybe you should walk me home.” Caroline didn’t pull away from his touch, so he was unsure if she was turned off and signifying the end their evening or inviting him in for a drink. Either way, he was never going to let her walk home alone.
“It would be my pleasure.”
JAKE HELD CAROLINE’S hand as she showed him the way to her aunt’s house. She and Ryan were staying in a small two-bedroom apartment off the side of the main house. It was about two-and-a-half blocks or close to a ten-minute walk from the restaurant. She and Ryan usually drove to work together but often ended up walking home if they’d had a few shots of tequila or whiskey from the personal stash they’d stowed away in Aunt Britt’s office.
As they crossed the first street, Jake asked, “So what do you teach?”
Caroline laughed. “I teach history to middle schoolers. I’m sure you can imagine how grateful they are for all I do to educate them.”
Jake chuckled, giving her hand a gentle squeeze. “I’m sure you’re very good at it.”
“I try to be patient, but sometimes I get so bored with my job I dream of running off to join the Peace Corps.”
“I bet you’d be good at that too.” His voice was so sincere, he probably meant it.
“My life must seem pretty lame to you. I bet you’ve been all around the world.”
“Your life sounds terrific to me. I’ve been places you wouldn’t want to go and seen things I wish I hadn’t.”
Caroline stopped short. “I’m sorry. I must sound so insensitive. I wasn’t talking about…those places. I just meant you probably had been stationed at a few different places, seen more of…”
He caressed her shoulder. “It’s okay. I know what you meant, and you’re right. I’ve been snowboarding in Nebraska, gone swimming in Hawaii, and seen some of the most beautiful architecture and art in the world overseas. I still like the southern states of America better. I guess because I was raised in Alabama. The South is home.”
“I wish I had the guts to go off and experience so much.” Caroline sighed wistfully. “Come on, it’s not much farther.”
Chapter Four
After they crossed over Dolphin Street, Caroline led Jake down Forty-Third Street until they arrived in front of her aunt’s large house up on stilts. She enjoyed the tactile comfort of his hand grasping hers as they walked around to the back. A flight of steps led them up to a small deck sitting area. Across the way, there was another set of stairs that led to an entrance.
She hesitated for a second. Caroline’s brain was telling her to ask Jake to park his rear right there. They could continue their conversation without being in close proximity to her bed, but when their gazes met and he smiled at her, her heart pounded and any reservations she had been clinging to disintegrated into dust and blew away with the coastal winds.
“Would you like to come in for a drink?” She looked away sheepishly.
“I would love to.” He squeezed her hand with gentle care.
She dug the key out of her purse and opened the door, switching on the light to illuminate the tiny apartment. There wasn’t a lot to the place, just a small, open living room area consisting of a love seat and a chair parked in front of an old television set on a cabinet stand. A small walkway separated the so-called den from the tall bar stools pulled up to the taller portion of the counter that differentiated the living area from a kitchenette so small Ryan and Caroline had a hard time moving around in there at the same time.
Caroline looked in the refrigerator. “We have water, beer, and orange soda.”
“Water’s fine.” Jake stood awkwardly by the door.
“Please make yourself at home.” Caroline handed him a cold bottle of water.
He opened the drink, politely took a sip and set it down on the bar top.
“Looks like I got you home safely…” He glanced away from her, fiddling with his water, turning it in a circle on its perch as he shifted his weight from side to side. “I guess I should…”
“Don’t leave!” Caroline answered more forcefully than she had intended, nearly embarrassing herself to death. “I mean, we’ve barely had time to talk.”
He stepped forward, moving in closer to her as she exited the kitchenette and walked around the side of the bar. “I’d love to learn everything there is to know about you, Caroline. Honestly, I would, but after the kiss we shared, my body isn’t going to have me in any state to retain much information. I don’t want you to feel pressured or to do anything you aren’t comfortable with…”
“I’m comfortable…I mean I’m not. I’m nervous, but I’m pretty sure I want the same thing you want.” She threw her arms around his neck, and he leaned in, pressing his lips against hers before pushing his tongue inside her mouth, exploring ravenously.
As the kiss broke, she held his hands, taking two steps backward before turning to escort him down the short hallway past Ryan’s room and the adjoining bath and onward to hers. She twisted the knob and pushed the door open. There was no turning back. She was going to be a very bad girl tonight.
“This is it.” There wasn’t much to show. Like a lot of bedrooms in beach rentals, the area was just a place to sleep and house some clothing. There was a tiny closet, not large enough for a standard door, so dangling beads obscured its mysteries. A double bed with a yellow-and-blue quilt sat next to the room’s only window. The walls were painted blue and a framed ocean print was centered over the headboard. The only other furniture was a small nightstand.
As she moved farther into the room, Jake shut the door behind him, moving in closer and pulling her to him. One large hand was on the small of her back, the other in her hair, as he kissed her. Like a woman starved, she tasted his lips and tongue, opening her mouth wide enough to allow full access. Eyes closed and tongues tangling in a passionate oral embrace, Caroline moved slowly, backing up until the backs of her thighs hit the bed.
She pulled away, looking down at the handmade quilt. She was pretty sure her mom had made it and given it to her aunt as a gift.
“What’s wrong, Caroline?”
“I…I want this I just feel…I mean we just met. If my mom knew I was doing something like this, she’d have my hide.” Her cheeks burned with embarrassment. She couldn’t believe she had actually brought up her mother!
Jake smiled. “You’re a good girl, Caroline, raised well. I can tell. You feel guilty because you were taught good girls don’t do things like this.”
She bit down on her bottom lip and nodded, averting her eyes from his. “I don’t want to stop.”
“And we won’t. We’re adults, and adults can’t live healthy lives without sexual satisfaction. You’ve been conditioned to feel ashamed for reaching out and taking not only what you want but what you need, but I think I know how to make you feel better.”
“Is that right?” She looked at him skeptically. He had to be joking.
He sat on the edge of her bed and took her by the hand. “You feel naughty. Maybe you just need to be punished beforehand. Then we can do this guilt-free.”
Her jaw dropped and
she lifted her free hand to cover her mouth. “Are you suggesting what I think you are?”
“Only if you’re into it.” Jake gave her a wide smile that made his eyes shine.
How the hell was she supposed to be able to resist? In a low whisper, she answered, “Okay.”
“Pick a safe word in case it gets too intense.”
“Umm, I don’t know. How about mango?” Caroline shrugged and crinkled her nose.
“Mango will withdraw consent. What word would you like to use to let me know, you’re getting close to your limit and I should switch things up?”
“How about pineapple?” She looked to him for reassurance.
“Pineapple it is. Ready?”
Caroline nodded, and he guided her way over his lap until her bottom was sticking up in the air. Jake’s lap was solid and warm. She reached down, placing her hands against the floor. Her hair hung down beside her face and from her vantage point, she had a pretty good view of her toes.
Jake caressed and patted her bottom over her black shorts. “Are you sure you’re ready?”
She closed her eyes. “Yeah.”
“During your punishment, you must call me Sir.”
“Okay…I mean, yes, Sir.”
He lifted his hand and crashed it down over the seat of her pants. Caroline’s eyes popped open and she gasped. The first lick hadn’t been very hard, but it definitely stirred something between her thighs.
He hit her bottom again, right over her sit spot, and she resisted the urge to moan. The next lick landed higher. He moved his hand around, giving each cheek a few sharp slaps. She wiggled, and he placed a hand over the small of her back to keep her from getting away.
The next slap was sharper and stung more, as did the next two. Three swats in fast succession landed on one side and then the other. Her ass was warming up and the spanking was starting to hurt but was nothing compared to what her mom used to dole out when she was younger. He continued to pop her rear end at the same rate, spreading the licks around the fleshiest part of her rump.
Caroline took deep breaths, trying to concentrate on the tingling over her pussy rather than the burning of her butt. The spanks ceased, and he rubbed her bottom. “Stand up, Caroline.”
That’s it? She got to her feet, and before she could react, Jake was unbuttoning her shorts and pulling down the zipper. She stood as still as a statue as he yanked them down over her hips, leaving only her pink-and-white-striped underwear to protect her smarting posterior.
“Back in position.” He patted his lap and she went back across. Jake waited until she was back in place and rubbed her sore rear. “Ready?”
“Yes, Sir.” Her pussy quivered more than her buns burned. She arched her back and he landed his hand down hard over her right cheek.
“Oh!” She bucked slightly and he placed his hand over the small of her back again.
“Caroline, spread your legs while I’m punishing you.”
Her face flushed with warm shame. Rationally, she knew everything would soon be exposed for what was to come, but there was something so humiliating about having to open her legs during a punishment.
“Caroline, don’t make me spread them for you, or I’ll have to slap your inner thighs.”
She reacted quickly, spreading her legs as far open as she could while keeping her balance. Thigh spankings were the worst! Her mom had always reserved them for when she kicked up a fuss during a hiding.
“Good girl!” He slowly ran a finger up the inside of her left thigh as if rewarding her obedience.
Caroline panted, closing her eyes as Jake put his hand back on her ass. Her panties had to be drenched by now.
Jake resumed her chastisement, warming her backside much the same way as he had over her shorts. Her thin panties offered very little coverage or protection. She was certain he could see her ass reddening beneath the fabric, and even if he couldn’t, most of her cheeks were hanging out of the edges. The pain was more pronounced but so was the pleasure. Each time his hand landed a blow to her fanny, she arched her back, greeting it welcomingly.
He hit over her sit spot with a cupped hand, striking her bouncing cheek with gusto and progressively increasing speed. Caroline squealed and bent one of her knees while lifting her foot up in the air behind her.
Jake paused just long enough to push her leg back down and lock it in place with his leg, and he gave her thigh a punitive whack.
“Ouch!” She cried out, “Pineapple!”
Jake caressed her thigh, gently moving his fingertips over what was no doubt a red, angry-looking hand mark. “No thigh licks then.” He slapped her rear a few more times and asked her to stand. As she did, he placed his arms around her waist and looked up at her. “How’re we doin’?”
“I’m okay.” Caroline didn’t want him to stop. She wanted him to take her in hand, punish her good and fuck her even better.
“Good. Should we continue?”
“Yes, Sir.” She nodded vigorously.
He stood and unbuttoned her polo shirt. She lifted her arms, and he pulled the garment off over her head, exposing her pink lace bra and abundant cleavage. He sat back down and hooked his two thumbs under the sides of her panties, yanking them down around her knees in one fluid motion. “Get in position.”
Caroline obeyed without question. Jake slipped his hand between her legs and tapped her inner thigh, perhaps as a reminder to open her legs. Fearing a slap to the tender area, she widened the opening. He patted her rear, and she relaxed slightly, closing her eyes. He took his time, caressing her inflamed, punished flesh. She moaned, lost in the comfort and warmth.
Without fanfare, he lifted his big, masculine hand and crashed it down hard over the curvature of her ass. Caroline’s eyes blinked open on a gasp as the stinging radiated across her flesh. Before she could recover from the first swat, the second landed and then another and another. Swats rained down across her bottom with no rhyme or reason.
She used her core muscles, tightening her abdominals and lifting her head up as she squealed and squawked. She wriggled and kicked, but he didn’t stop. His free hand rested on the small of her back once again, but the barrage of slaps continued without pause. Tears welled in the corner of her eyes, one escaping and rolling down her cheek as she flailed. Heat radiated from her plump tush as she was soundly spanked. She gritted her teeth to keep from crying out, and just when she was certain she could take no more, the punishment stopped.
Caroline was optimistic—perhaps it was over. Jake slid his hand down her lower back and rubbed her bottom while using his other hand to grab the underwear she had kicked all the way down to her ankles. She moved her legs as necessary, allowing him to remove them.
After he dropped her panties on the floor, he unfastened her bra. “Let’s get this off too.” As the last hook left the eye of the hook-and-eye fasteners, the garment let loose its grip on her bosoms and slipped down her arms, landing on the floor as she hung limply over Jake’s lap, huffing and puffing.
He explored her body, sending shivers up and down her spine as he used his fingertips to trail over her skin. Playfully he caressed along her shoulders, tracing the blades with his fingertips before using his index and middle digits as if walking down her spine, past the small of her back and onto her roasted rump. Caroline’s breath caught and she panted but remained hypervigilant, more certain than ever that Jake wasn’t finished chasing away her guilt.
She’d been raised that good girls didn’t put out, and she’d held fast to that tradition until college, but the temptation was too great in the face of her freedom from parental scrutiny. Still, Caroline had only slept with steady boyfriends. She’d never had a one-night stand and never thought she would, but she was lonely. Her body craved affection, and Jake was the living embodiment of her visceral fantasies. Even the spanking was turning her on, making her erogenous zones simmer with desire. Her pussy was wet—from her vantage point, she could see proof of her arousal dripping from her pussy.
“Caroli
ne?” Jake rested his hand on the curve of her bottom right over her sit spot.
“Finish it,” she murmured, eyes opening and breath held.
He lifted his hand and smacked it down hard.
“Ow!” She kicked her legs, lifting from the waist and thrashing as the consensual assault commenced in full throttle. He paid no attention to her squirming, declining to scold her for it as he battled on like a determined taskmaster. He whupped her ass long and hard, and she cried, fighting futilely across his lap. She gritted her teeth, determined to take it all, endure every punishing blow right to the end.
She lost count of the swats she had been tallying in her head, surrendering in exhaustion and relaxing her body, becoming limp. She breathed between sobs until the corporal punishment came to an abrupt end.
He caressed her ass again. “Your pretty bottom is very red now, a perfect shade of crimson.”
Caroline sniffled but remained silent. She inhaled and exhaled, catching up on her breathing.
“Stand up, Caroline.”
Shakily, she got to her feet, wiping her tear-stained face with her hands.
“Go ahead and wash your face. Then bring me back some lotion.”
“Yes, Sir.” She walked over to the door to the bathroom she shared with Ryan, hoping like hell he was still out carousing. After peeping into his room and finding it empty, she breathed a sigh of relief and locked the door connecting Ryan’s room to the small bathroom.
She got a soft washcloth, wet it and used some facial cleanser to remove the running make-up and mascara, leaving her fresh-faced. She also took the opportunity to tidy up her body. She’d been on her feet working for hours, but she didn’t need to smell like sweat and fried food now. After turning her back to the mirror, she looked over her shoulder at her busted ass. Wow! She’d earned this fuck, and it had better be good. She got the lotion from the bathroom drawer before unlocking Ryan’s door. Then she headed back into her room and handed the bottle to Jake.
“Good girl. Now lie across the bed.”
Caroline’s heart sank. When she was growing up, those words usually meant the belt was going to be strapping her bottom. Without argument, she got together the pillows and pulled them to the edge of the bed before positioning her hips over the top.