As we’re making our way down the aisles I see a box of cookies I like to snack on. I throw them in the basket and she puts them back on the shelve.
“Hey! I was getting those for myself.”
“Don’t need them, let’s keep going.”
“No, I’m gettin’ my fuckin’ cookies!” I put them back in the basket and then tell her, “Don’t worry, I’ll pay for whatever I put in the basket.”
“Fine, whatever,” she says to me as I see her roll her eyes. This girl is going to be the death of me. Her brother will take me out once I strangle her beautiful ass!
“Don’t roll your eyes and get all sassy with me Charlee! I will tan your ass red if you keep it up. I hate being disrespected and you’re pretty fuckin’ good at it.”
“Not trying to be Country, I’m just in a hurry. My friend that I haven’t seen in a couple of weeks is coming over tonight. She’s been on vacation since the last week of school and I’m excited to see her is all.”
“That’s understandable babe, but you don’t have to have an attitude while we’re rushing around. It does neither of us any good.” Inside I’m wonderin’ if it’s such a good idea for her to be having friends over with what all’s goin’ on. We still have no information on her Ma and Pops. So, I got to the kitchen to call Gunner lettin’ him know of her plans. He wasn’t available so I leave a short message with Curley who calls back shortly with a message from Gun, telling me it should be fine. He says she only ever has one friend over and Cameron is fine to be at the house. “Hey, is it Cameron coming over?”
“How do you know about my friend Cameron?”
“I was bein’ cautious with us not knowing what is goin’ on, so I called Gunner to let him know of the game plan for the day.”
“You don’t have to tell him everything Country.”
“Yes, I do, it’s my job to inform him of what’s happening with you.”
“What the fuck ever, yes it’s Cameron coming over.”
“Mouth!” I snap at her, I hate how dirty her mouth is. She’s a fuckin’ woman for Christ’s sake. Women aren’t supposed to be so crude, regardless of her age.
“I can’t just break a habit because you want me to. I’ve been cussing for as long as I can remember and no one’s ever corrected me before.” Now it’s my turn to roll my eyes at her.
“It’s not an attractive quality in a lady,” I remind her.
“Well, I guess it’s a good thing I’m not trying to attract anyone then, huh?”
“God! You’re such a fuckin’ smart ass.”
“Mouth!” she snaps back at me. “If I can’t curse, you can’t either.”
“Oh yeah, says who?”
“Me, that’s who.”
At eighteen years old, I’m goin’ to have fuckin’ gray hair because of her and her mouth. No one has kept me on edge the way she does. I don’t know how to handle her and her mood swings just yet, but I love a challenge, and this is one I’m excited about takin’ on.
“It’s more acceptable in the public eye for men to cuss than ladies,” I tell her.
“Where did you read that line of bullshit?”
“I didn’t read it anywhere. It’s just the way it is, ladies aren’t supposed to be rude. Men are known for it. Just the way it is.”
“You need a lesson in manners. It’s rude to tell someone how they can talk, what’s acceptable and what isn’t. No one died and made you the police of how a woman should act, talk or what is or isn’t socially acceptable,” she says as she storms away from me. I grab a few more things off the shelves that I want and catch up with her.
“Just remember, you’re paying for your own shit.”
“Don’t have to, Gunner gave me a card for household expenses and told me to grab what I wanted or needed while I’m at the house with you,” I blurt out.
“Fucking hell, Country! Why didn’t you tell me that before I took money from the safe?”
“That would be because you ran from the kitchen like the hounds of hell were at your feet. Then you came back and ran out to the car in the same manner. So, excuse the hell out of me that you ran away like a scared little kitten.”
“I did not!”
“You did too.” She once again rolls her eyes at me.
“That’s one.”
“One what?” she snaps.
“One spankin’, I told you what would happen if you roll your damn eyes at me again.”
“I’d like to see you try.”
“Oh babe, a statement like that is like waving a red flag in front of a bull. Challenge accepted,” I tell her and this time it’s me walkin’ away from her.
This motherfucker! I swear to God I’m going to ring Gunner’s nuts the next time I see him. How could he do this to me and put this self-righteous son of a bitch as my shadow? This fucker needs his own nuts kicked in. Oh, how I’m tempted to do so. It wouldn’t take much, just an oops, I’m sorry had a cramp in my leg and needed to stretch it out. I think if I tried hard enough I could make that excuse believable. I hate know-it-all’s, thinking he has some kind of right to tell me how to speak. Ma and Pops never had a problem with it, neither does Gunner.
This guy has a rude awakening coming when it comes to how to speak to me and how not to. It’s time to bring biker boy down a notch or two. I just have to come up with the right plan of action. This is going to be fun! I hope I come up with something life-altering when I show him how not to mess in other people’s lives. The wheels in my head start turning, I’m thinking I may need to bring Cameron in on this one. She’s diabolical all on her own, with the two of us put together, we can rock this fucker’s world. And I am looking forward to the day that he realizes I’m not one to be messed with.
Life brings people into our lives for a reason, and I believe Country was brought into mine so he can learn the right way to not butt into other people’s—hmmm…what’s the word I’m looking for? Not lives necessarily, but he needs to look at the way he’s controlling…that’s it, controlling. The way he tries to control those around him. As for this spanking bullshit, I think I need to throw a kink in his plans and how he thinks I’d react to such a thing. I’ve grown up around rough, hard men, I’ve learned to fight, but I don’t plan on fighting him back, my plans for that interaction are much different. I can’t help but smile and snicker at what my devious mind is thinking.
“What’s so funny?”
“Oh, nothing Country, nothing at all.” But the smile never leaves my face, not throughout the rest of our shopping, not at the checkout counter and never on the way home. Let the lessons begin.
She’s up to something, I couldn’t exactly tell you what, but I’m in no way fooled by that smile on her face. I meant what I said, I plan on spanking her ass until she realizes what it means to be a lady and not disrespect me. I’m here as a courtesy to my brother and to make sure nothin’ happens to his baby sister, I am having fun with her however. It’s not very often I get to verbally spar with anyone, let alone a woman. I’m a low Probee and I’m not allowed to speak to my brothers in that type of manner, playful or not, I’d have my ass handed to me. I’d probably not be able to sit or walk for weeks on end. I don’t plan on spanking her to hurt her, but enough to show her I’m not the one. I’m not the one to disrespect or belittle. And in my opinion, she’s doing both with me.
I’m not angry, I’m not disappointed. I think she’s been spoiled and allowed to do whatever she’s wanted whenever she’s wanted to her entire life. Ma and Pops were older parents for her, and I bet they thought her behavior was cute, or they just couldn’t keep up with her. In Gunner’s eyes, she can do no wrong. I know in my gut though, that when she’s old enough, she will be mine. My old lady, my wife and the mother of my children, but we both need to grow up a lot before I make that happen. I will bide my time, teach her respect and pave the way for her to become mine.
I have a vision on where I want to go within the club, but I need a proper old lady, not a club brat. I need someone w
ho knows the rules, the way to stand by your man, and never back down. She has two of those traits down, and so much more, but she needs to learn how to stand beside me and not ahead of me which is what she’s been doing. I hate to use the word training when it comes to what I need to do with her, but if you see a spade, you call it a spade, and she’s a damn spade. I need to turn her into a queen.
Whatever my future holds, I know that it will be with her by my side. I don’t want something for just right now, I want to build something that’s forever. That’s something that takes time and patience, and I’m a very patient man. I can’t help but wish however that time moved faster, I want her with a desperation I’ve never felt before. The one thing I would change with her this instant if it would be so easy to do, would be her mouth. She’s not trash and shouldn’t represent herself in such a manner. I had that growing up, and I have no respect for the woman who raised me. I’m having a hard time showing Charlee respect when she curses at me with every sentence that leaves her mouth.
Am I exaggerating a little? Maybe, but that’s the way it feels. She’s a little rough around the edges, but I love that about her. Her mouth however, has got to go. AS motherfuckin’ AP. I plan on helping her reconstruct her vocabulary, there’s so much else that can be vulgar with her mouth. Damnit Country! Don’t go there, not yet anyways. Seventeen is legal in Texas, let’s just hope and pray I make it that long. We pull up to the house and I look over at her and see she still has this smug smile on her face, oh if only she knew that I plan on wiping that away. My hand is itching to get a hold of her ass. I plan to soothe that itch as soon as we get these groceries put away.
Getting the car unloaded is a feat within’ itself. My aggravation with her is growing by the minute, no I take that back, by the second. She’s skipping around the vehicle, grabbing groceries and skipping back into the house. She’s even singing some song that I’ve never heard of before, and her giddiness isn’t rubbing off on me, it’s having the opposite effect as a matter of fact. It is gonna be harder than I thought to maintain my control around her. She’s like a wild stallion needing to be caught and broken in.
I have to keep repeating to myself that she’s my Prez’s daughter and the Enforcer’s sister. Lord help me, I may end up with an ass whoopin’ by the time this is all said and done.
I know this sounds crazy, but I cannot wait for my spanking. I feel this glee feeling flowing through me at the thoughts of what I’m going to attempt to pull off. You see, I’m not much of an actress, have never had to even try to be one, but this will call for me to act a certain part. I want to give him a shock value that he will never forget. I want it to be the one thing he remembers about me for the rest of his life. I want to pull off the part of a minx of sorts. I want him to be so embarrassed that he never thinks of putting his hands on me again.
I could call Gunner and tell him of Country’s plans and put it to a stop before it ever even happens. But for one, he’s busy trying to find out what’s going on with Ma and Pops, and two, what’s the fun in that? I don’t want Gunner to ruin my acting debut. So, I won’t even consider bothering him with this pesky situation. Not when I can use it to my advantage anyways, if it was something I didn’t think I could handle on my own, I’d call him in a heartbeat. My big brother will always come to my rescue, regardless of the situation.
I’m not old enough, or bold enough to play the role of a temptress, but I sure can do what I have planned…I think. When I put my mind to something like I have now, I never have a problem following through. Once the groceries are all put away and the grocery bags folded up for future use, I look at Country and walk out of the kitchen. I go into the living room, pretending like I don’t remember his threat. I turn the TV on and kick back with a romcom. I couldn’t tell you the name of the show, but it seems funny enough, so I leave it on.
“Are you ready for your lesson in respect?” Country asks me as he sits next to me on the couch.
“What lesson?” I ask, it’s taking everything within me to hold back my laughter.
“You know exactly what I’m talkin’ about. I don’t like ladies who curse at me and roll their damn eyes like a fuckin’ five-year-old.”
“Then don’t act like a five-year-old, and I won’t have to pretend I’m down in the same age range,” I tell him, throwing as much attitude as I can with the statement.
“That’s it, get over here and lay across my lap.”
“Make me.” I shouldn’t have said that apparently, because that’s exactly what he does. One minute I’m sitting next to him and the next my body is laying across his legs. I’m in such shock that my plan is almost forgotten. No one has ever manhandled me like this before. Yes, I’ve wrestled around with Gunner like most siblings do, but this is something entirely different.
“Let me go!” I scream out. Instinctively, I put my hands over my ass to protect it.
“Not in your lifetime babe. Now move your hands or I’ll do it for you.”
“Fuck you!”
“That mouth of yours is going to get you more licks.”
“Go to hell, Country.”
“Been there, done that and have the scars to prove it.” This statement stuns me, I remove my hands to put them on the couch to pick myself up some so I can look at him. I want to ask him what he means. Before I get that chance, I feel a whack land on my ass. Temporarily stunned, I forget my plan. The fact that I’ve let him get to me infuriates me, I begin a string of cursing which as it turns out, is a mistake because he continues to place licks on my poor abused ass. He switches it up, left cheek, right cheek and repeats that lesson five times. Five!
My own whimpering brings me out of my self-fueled anger. I remember what I’m supposed to be doing at the last minute. Maybe I can make those whimpers that I was doing and use them to my advantage. I have a high pain tolerance so his whacks may have had another woman crying out in pain or whatever, but to me they’re just enough of a sting that I didn’t cry out. Once that fifth and final blow lands I let out a moan any porn star would be proud of.
The first blow I land on her tight ass, I feel her body tighten, then she starts these small whimpers that have my dick getting hard. My swats get harder with each blow causing her whimpers to get louder and louder as we progress. With my final blow, I hear a moan that has me going from semi-hard to a full-blown hard-on. Instinct takes over and I stand with her in my arms and slam my lips on hers. She gasps at first, surprised by my attack, but she slowly melts into me and opens her lips giving me the opportunity to shove my tongue in her mouth.
You can tell she’s inexperienced, which makes me excited to be her teacher. She follows my lead—our tongues are lashing at each other trying to get more of what each other is offering. My heart is pounding in excitement which has never happened to me before. We embrace each other tighter and as we’re getting lost within each other the doorbell rings. It’s like a bucket of ice water was thrown on us. We both push each other away, both of us breathing hard and staring at each other.
“I need to get that,” she finally speaks out, “it’s going to be Cameron.”
“Make sure first babe.” She goes to argue with me, so I throw my hands up in the air. “Just to be on the safe side, we don’t know if something has been brought to the house.”
She just nods her head at me and continues to the door with me close on her heels. She looks through the peep hole and her shoulders slump, she must have been as worried as I was that it might not actually be Cameron on the other side of the door. She looks over her shoulder at me and nods her head letting me know it is her friend. I step back and give her room to move so she can open the door. The girl who comes through the door is not what I was imagining Charlee’s friend to look like. Whereas Charlee has the biker chick look down, holey jeans, t-shirts and boots are her clothing of choice, this other girl looks like a damn runway model.
I didn’t know fifteen-year-old girls could pull that look off, I’ve only ever seen that kind of woman put to
gether in her late twenties to early thirties. Who is this chick? I don’t remember girls wearing tight skirts, blouses and heels when I was in high school. Makeup and high hair with jeans and the whole rock star look was in. Hell, it still is seeing as it’s the eighties. The whole Madonna look is popular and has been for the last five years. Everywhere you turn girls are wearing lacy gloves, those legging things, poufy skirts or holey jeans and off-the-shoulder blouses. Don’t even get me started on those shoulder pads that the girls like, in my opinion it makes them look like mini linebackers preparing to take a hit.
“Ladies, let’s get inside and lock the door.”
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