He didn't raise his voice. He was standing so close to her she could feel his lean flank pressing against her bottom. "Why do you need me to spank you, sweetheart?"
"Because I keep calling myself fat." She was trying to slow her breath. Stephen had been more than willing to play naughty school girl. This was not a game. This kind, handsome man was going to punish her. She pressed her hand against his chest. "Wait. I don't want this to be the first time you see me naked."
He grinned at her and then kissed the back of her hand. "Your virtue is safe with me. But this lovely bottom isn't." He lightly smacked her rump. "Now, lay across the table. There is nothing left to discuss."
"Wait. Someone might come in."
"You should have thought about that before you defied me," he said. "No more excuses." Her breath rushed out of her. She did as she was told, rising up onto her toes and resting her body over the cool table top. It began suddenly. Hard spanks rained down upon her backside, causing her to squeak out loud. "Do not move," he whispered. She did not. She was relieved that he turned to lock the back door, and then used a hook and eye lock to secure the door into the hallway. She remained stretched over the table waiting for his next move. She was anxious, but not scared. Killian rustled in a drawer and removed a wooden spatula. "Good girl," he breathed into her hair.
She would not have thought that such a small instrument could elicit the kind of sting that took over her backside. He wasn't harsh, but he was relentless, covering every inch of her bottom and her upper thighs with crisp spanks. It was becoming impossible for her to stay still. She frantically rose up on her toes and rocked back trying to escape the onslaught. His hand on her lower back kept her mostly in place. She whimpered, "Ow. Ow, ow."
Her vocabulary had apparently shrunk. If anything, Killian was encouraged. "Yes, Ow! It's supposed to hurt." The next few spanks were the hardest yet, her stoicism faded, her harried breaths melded into a low sob. "That's it, good girl. You won't do anything else that might earn you a spanked bottom?"
"No, no, I won't I promise," she swore.
He laughed. "You will too. Probably before supper." He paused and stroked her hair off of her face. "Almost there."
Good God, she thought, it wasn't over? He didn't seem mad, and yet he was clearly going to continue to smack her bottom. He carried on as if he had no intention of ever stopping. It occurred to Cass that he just might spank her forever. What had she gotten herself into?
He tossed the spatula into the sink and it made a noise that made Cass jump. He paused, his palm flat against her upper thigh. Cass thought that without the spatula it would hurt less. She thought wrong. His hand was hard and strong. "Now that I have your attention, I wouldn't let anyone else say that shit about you and I will not let you. You are beautiful." He began again in earnest and the hardest spanks yet fell. She couldn't get away from the fiery sting in her bottom. She tried to wriggle, but he held her fast and increased his fervor. She was beseeching him to stop, swearing that she would never, ever run herself down again, when he slowed and then stopped. He rubbed her burning bottom with a gentle, thorough hand.
"Good girl, you were a very good girl." This inexplicably made her cry harder. This made no sense, she was an independent woman, why would her heart melt at being called good girl. She was going to have to send a hefty donation to NOW to make up for her inner failings. "Shhhh." He stroked her hair, and helped her stand, face buried into his chest. He wrapped his arms around her and rocked her gently. "Do you understand what will happen the next time you say things like that?"
She whispered that yes she did. "Say it," he urged. He hooked two fingers under her chin and gently forced her to look at him. The impossible became possible.
She found her voice and with no hint of coyness said, "If I keep saying negative things about my body like that again, you will spank me." The kiss that followed was blissful, full of longing and comfort.
He took her hand and led her up the stairs. She had never thought about where he lived within the big house. "My Mom moved to one of the cabins so that she can sleep through anyone needing anything at night." He opened the door to a suite of rooms. He chuckled when she hesitated to sit down. He plopped down on the leather sofa and gestured beside himself. She lay on her side with her head over his lap. He stroked her hair. It took a long time for her breathing to return to normal.
She was confused. She had fantasized about being spanked like that for her entire life. She had always imagined that any spanking hard enough to make her cry would be a brutal affair that made it impossible for her to sit for weeks. Her backside stung, no denying that. Actually, her ribs ached from crying so hard, but it was not as she had expected. Her fantasies had involved rituals and her draping a slender form gracefully over her swain's lap. Not a few stern words and a firm, quick paddling with a small kitchen implement. She had never fantasized about the after effects of submitting to an actual punishment. She had no idea she could feel so drained, adored, and protected. The glow of her bottom cheeks was spreading to nearby real estate.
Chapter 9 - Afterglow
"Is this an Alaskan thing?" she asked.
Killian laughed. "No, babe, it's a me thing." Apparently, she fell under that umbrella as well. She had never been so aroused. Not ever. She found herself sliding her hand upwards from his knee, getting closer and closer to the noticeably erect cock that pressed against her shoulder. She turned around and climbed unto his lap, gasping as sparks flew in her freshly spanked skin. The kissing was scrumptious. She ran her hands through his hair, as his hands swirled over her back and around to cup her breasts. She arched her back with pleasure. He lifted her tee shirt over her head. He brushed the mounds of her breasts with his lips as he unhooked her bra. She arched her back. Killian was in no hurry. He pulled one nipple into his mouth and then slid his open mouth across to the other one. She helped him off with his shirt, sliding her hands up and over his nipples feeling them tighten under her fingertips. She kissed his throat, she ran her tongue along his shoulder and shifted her body between his legs, bending to kiss his belly. He groaned and twisted his fingers through her hair. She struggled with his belt buckle and he helped her. She barely had his fly unbuttoned before his cock sprang forward. She had given head plenty of times, but she'd never wanted to like this. She knelt in front of him and sucked deeply upon him. His breathing grew jagged and she assaulted him with her tongue. She was hell bent on making him come.
He leaned back and allowed himself to be carried along. She was pleased with herself. "Let me taste you, "he said.
She ignored him and sucked harder. She wanted to avoid him seeing her naked. She thought it would be easy to keep him focused on his own pleasure. It was not. "Hey princess, please." She kept going, impressed with his staying power. He held her still and moved his hips back away from her. That, she thought to herself, had to be a first—a man holding a woman's head so that he could pull his dick out of her mouth.
He held her close. "I know you are beautiful, let me see you," he whispered.
She found herself in something of a pickle. She didn't dare say, "No, I'm fat." But she was afraid of being exposed. Sex was one thing. A man having the opportunity to see her imperfection was entirely another. He easily stood with her in his arms and lay her down on the couch. He unbuckled her jeans. She closed her eyes. His hands were so gentle, demanding and everywhere.
"You are so pretty," he whispered. She wanted to believe him. He slid his hand between her legs, stroking her panty clad cleft. "Cassandra, spread your legs for me." She did, bucking her hips. He kissed her belly button. He ran his tongue down to her aching pussy. He stroked her as his tongue slipped under the elastic of her panties. This was not going the way she thought it would. She had not intended to be exposed like this. He pulled her underpants down over her hips and tossed them aside. His strong hands lifted her bottom up and he feasted upon her pinkness. She would never have believed that she could come that quickly. She was gasping and grinding. He kiss
ed her mouth and she could taste herself. His pressed his cock against her slowly entering her. "You are so tight sweetheart. You are perfect, just perfect." He moved slowly, insistently and deeply into her.
She clutched at his hips. "Let me get used to you." It was delicious feeling her body surround him. He waited patiently for his cues and as soon as she fully opened to him he took her with abandon. It was tender and wild. Her orgasm was intense and protracted. She felt herself come around him with the intensity of a lightning storm. She gasped, writhed and opened her eyes to his crooked grin and a gleam in his eye. He was clearly delighted with himself. So was she. He came hard and the intensity of it left both of them breathless.
They were lying together nestled close when Cass heard Hazel whistling in the kitchen. She bolted off of the couch and snatched up her clothes. Killian assured her that it was fine, although she did notice that he didn't exactly linger over getting dressed either. When they got downstairs, Killian held a finger to his lips. Cass struggled to contain her laughter. He gestured for her to stay in the hall and stuck his head into the kitchen. "Mom, I'm going to take Cass fishing."
Cass held her hands curled up in front of herself and did an exaggerated tiptoe out the door. They laughed all the way down to the dock. A boat was unloading there. Cass felt Killian hesitate behind her. A middle-aged couple was disembarking. The woman glared at Killian and the gentleman studiously avoided his glance. Killian didn't seem surprised by their obvious dislike. "Hi, Mr. and Mrs. Pritchett, Mom is in cabin three." He said to their retreating backs. The look on Killian's face made her decide not to ask about it. He piloted the boat out unto the open ocean.
As the coast line fell away, Cass felt a union with the ocean that she would never have thought possible. She had often referred to herself as "indoorsy". Sports had always made her aware of her body's limitations. But stretching out in the sun as the boat glided through the waves was a revelation. She was aware of her own strength. She felt beautiful. Killian was looking at her as if she was the prettiest woman he had ever seen. Bliss. He cut the engine and they drifted. They didn't even pretend that they were there to fish. He had his shirt off before she had moved close enough to kiss him. They clutched at each other feverishly. She initially resisted when he began to unbutton her shirt. The idea of being marooned at sea naked was not appealing. The passion of their kissing erased her doubts. She shucked her own clothes and without reservation exposed herself. They stroked each other with abandon in the salt air. She had never been so isolated and so connected at the same time. She clamored unto him and gasped at how deeply he plunged inside of her. Cass had never liked being on top. She had always thought her breasts too small, and felt the need to hide them. This time she was greedy for him and she thoroughly enjoyed the knowledge that he was watching her with delight. She rode him and stroked herself while he gripped her still pink bottom. It was only after her orgasm rolled away from her that she became aware of just how loudly she had been shrieking with pleasure. They both laughed at the sheer craziness of it all. He pulled her close. "Note to self. Getting a spanking makes my sweet girl insatiable."
"Too bad I don't screw up all that often." He was objectively correct and yet she was still a bit unsettled over the whole thing.
"Nothing 'too bad' about it, a good girl spanking is the best kind." She was unconvinced, having never heard of such a thing.
He reached for her hand and gently drew her across his legs. He began slowly, taking his time to thoroughly administer mild swats to every inch of her bottom and thighs. He paused to stroke in between her legs and she felt herself grinding against his hand. He continued alternately spanking, and kissing and nibbling her shoulders, her back, her hips and then her bottom. He took his time and she found herself alternating between blissfully relaxing unto his lap and squealing and wriggling as her bottom began to sting. It did sting. It was delightful. Her inhibitions seemed to have melted in the salt air. When Killian whispered, "I want all of you," she could do nothing but breathlessly nod. He used his knees to spread her legs as wide as they would go. He reached past her swollen, wet pussy to explore her tiny bottom hole. Cass didn't mean to yank away, but she did. "It's all right baby girl, try to relax." His voice was reassuring, he soothed her but she had no doubt that he intended to claim parts of her that she had never given to anyone else.
"I'm afraid it will hurt."
He covered her face with tiny kisses and stroked her hair, he was solicitous, but true to form, insistent. "You belong to me."
She gasped, "I do, I know I do." How she could desire to entirely, utterly surrender to a man she had known for a few days was beyond her. She'd never understood gravity either, but she didn't doubt its existence.
He had found some lube. Did he keep it hidden in the boat? Definitely something she'd need to look into when her body wasn't betraying her with rampant lust. To her embarrassment he insisted on looking deep into her eyes while he slicked a finger all around her tiny hole. He slid one finger into her in and out of her, twisting and exploring, getting her ready. "I've never done this before." She was intrigued and very, very nervous.
"Shush." His lips engulfed hers and his hands roamed over every inch of her aching body. "I will be gentle." He murmured into her neck as he nuzzled and caressed her. "It's what's supposed to happen. I want you forever, and you want that too. I'm simply taking what is mine. I will never hurt you," he whispered.
"That's not true, you spanked me."
He held his own weight on his elbows and looked deeply into her eyes. "Do you feel hurt? I want you to feel desired." He thrust into her pussy. "Safe." Again with the thrusting. "Adored." Even deeper. She didn't mean to be argumentative, she was overwhelmed, drunk with desire. She had a thousand questions, she managed to suppress them and allow herself to be carried by the moment. He slowly withdrew from her tight, slick pussy. The head of his cock seemed huge as he nudged it against her innermost parts. He continued to murmur while he pressed the throbbing tip of his manhood into her dusky ring.
She was not sure what she wanted to do. Did she surrender? Did she refuse? She mewed with desire and her body had made the choice for her as it opened to him. He took his time entering her. He moved into her a fraction at a time He felt huge. She had to fight panic. "You are too big."
"No baby, I'm not. You are going to take me. All of me, deep into your virgin tight bottom." His hands stroked her hair and his kisses could not be more gentle. His cock moved slowly but inexorably into the very core of her being. He insisted that she surrender.
"If I can't will you stop?" she pleaded.
"Oh, angel, you can. You can. Give me what belongs to me." He moved into her with a bit more ease as she opened up to him. It took several feather light strokes until he was buried to the hilt in her ass. She sensed how hard he was fighting for control. He rested his forehead against hers. He reached between them and his thumb flicked over her clit. The wave of pleasure overwhelmed her. She came hard and cried his name over and over. He never pounded into her the way he could have. He had no problem spanking a naughty woman until she was sorrier than she could ever have anticipated, but he wanted to hurt her as little as possible when he claimed her.
They lay in a tangle of arms and legs; slick with sweat and the ocean breeze suddenly felt cool. She was jubilant that she had taken him, proud that she had received all of him. He wanted all of her and she was going to build a life with this strong, kind, smart man.
Chapter 10 - The Doctor Will See You Now
"I guess we should discuss what we are going to do," Killian offered. Here it comes, she thought, "This is not going to work out." Instead he said, "I need to stay here while my Mom needs my help, but later I can work anywhere."
"Doing what?" she asked.
"Teach, or research," he answered.
"Are you a teacher?" She could not imagine him anywhere but in Slick Trench.
"Not exactly, but I could be a professor."
That didn't fit her notion o
f him as the consummate outdoorsman. "Huh? A professor of what?"
"You didn't google me did you?"
"No, why would I do that?" It had never occurred to her to google him, for someone who made her living on the world wide web, she was remarkably unskilled at using it.
"That's what people do these days, you know."
"Did you google me?"
"Well, no. I already knew who you were from your blog."
"What would I have found if I'd googled you?"
"Not that much. I got my PhD at Stanford."
"What? A PhD in what?"
He laughed. "Urban infrastructure."
She was getting more confused by the second. "Seriously?"
"Of course not, I'm a wildlife biologist."
"That makes a little more sense."
"So if we lived here for a while, you could work on the blog from here. Would your parents want you to get married in Chicago?"
Love was standing right beside her and she still wasn't sure she trusted it. She avoided what she thought must be a roundabout proposal and focused instead on where she would work. "I could probably do that. My stupid ex-fiancé has sort of hijacked my blog, anyway."
"And don't think that Hazel isn't outraged about that."
She laughed then and confessed that she had fled to Alaska rather than allow Stephen and Mimi to spend the money on a romantic trip to France.
"Did he break your heart?"
"I thought so, but no, not really."
She told him about the dinner party. How Stephen had been surprised when their friends teased him about the fact that they had been engaged for months with no date decided upon.
"We'll pick a date as soon as Cass gets her weight down to wedding level." He had been surprised by the collective gasp of their friends. "You don't think she wants to get married at that size do you?" Cass had not realized that Stephen was waiting for her to become worthy of marrying. She had looked down at her plate of veal involitini trying to imagine what she could possibly say. Did she pretend that that had actually been her plan all along? Did she throw her wine glass at his head? Did she lock herself in the bathroom and cry?
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