Chapter 3
After that, Logan and Kirsty started driving together regularly. Logan was happy to accompany her as she drove round the streets of Corbin’s Bend and the surrounding area. He didn’t need to do much by of instruction. She was getting all her formal instruction from her driving school. All he basically needed to do was sit in the passenger seat, remind her to check her mirrors and reassure her when she got nervous.
Mostly the sessions went pretty well. Kirsty might not have been a natural, but she was conscientious and a quick learner and her driving improved each time they went out on the road together.
At least that was the case for the first four driving sessions they had together. The fifth one was absolutely atrocious. Kirsty kept making stupid mistakes: forgetting to signal when she turned off into a side road, not checking her side mirrors. It was the point when she almost collided with another vehicle as she pulled into the main highway and Logan had to take the wheel himself in order to steer her out the way of the car she was about to drive into, that he had finally had enough.
“I think it would be best if I drove us home,” he said after he had Kirsty pull up to the side of the road.
Kirsty nodded her head, got out of the car and climbed into the passenger seat where she promptly burst into tears. Logan drove the Subaru back to her house. He walked round to the passenger side and opened Kirsty’s door for her. She had stopped crying, but her eyes were red-rimmed and she was nervously pulling at the skin around her fingernails with her teeth.
“Hey,” said Logan softly as he extended an arm to help Kirsty out of the car. “You all right? You’re normally good at this. What happened there?”
Kirsty started crying again. “I am not good at this!” she wailed. “I fucking suck. I can’t do it. I can’t learn to drive. I might as well give up now.”
“Sure you can do this. It just takes practice. It’s like learning to do anything else.”
“It’s not like anything else! It’s the big metal machine of death! I can’t be doing this. I could fucking kill someone out there.”
“I’m not sure thinking about it as a big metal machine of death really helps matters,” said Logan, pulling Kirsty towards him for a hug. “Hey, you’re really shaking,” he said as he felt her tremble against him. She was still crying and making gulping noises and sniffing her nose. “Is there anything I can do to help?”
“I really want a cigarette,” she said quietly.
“Oh, okay.” Logan really didn’t like her smoking, but she did have a point. Smoking would probably calm her down right now. “Do you want me to get them for you? Where are they?”
“At the bottom of the trash can in several thousand pieces. I quit almost a week ago. I might want one, but I’m not going to have one.”
“Oh boy, Kirsty,” he said, impressed with her decision. “That’s amazing. Well done. I’m really proud of you.”
“Yeah, well it’s easy for you to say that. Not smoking fucking sucks.”
“You know, that was why you were stressed out driving today. The nicotine withdrawal must be really getting to you.”
Kirsty looked at him with an expression of incredulity on her face. “No shit Sherlock. You think that might be it? Thanks for your genius insight right there.”
Okay, she had definitely gone too far this time. Still holding her to him, he drew back his hand and gave her four sharp smacks on her denim-clad rear. “That’s enough of that attitude. I’m only trying to help.”
She looked at him, her eyes wide and her mouth ever so slightly ajar. “Oh,” was all she said.
Logan looked at the beautiful mouth and realized that what he wanted to do more than anything else in the world right now was kiss it. So he did.
Kirsty responded instantly wrapping her fingers in his hair as he pressed his lips hard against hers and tasted her mouth with his tongue. He ran his hands down her back and squeezed her backside hard enough to make her squeak. “Shall we take this inside?” he asked.
“Mm. Yeah, sure,” Kirsty agreed.
Once they were through the door of Kirsty’s house, Logan pushed her against the wall, kissing her ferociously and then burying his face in her neck and emitting a groan. “Man, you’re so hot,” he said huskily.
“You’re pretty hot yourself,” said Kirsty, gasping softly as Logan ran his tongue over her neck.
“You want to take this further?”
“Oh God, yes!”
He pulled her t-shirt over her head and then frowned when she began to giggle.
“Sorry,” she said, putting her hand over her mouth. “It just occurred to me that I don’t know whether taking things further with you means sex or spanking.”
Logan pushed his hand underneath the fabric of her lacy push-up bra and squeezed her breast slightly, enjoying the feeling of her soft body against the rougher skin of his hands. “Trust me, Kirsty, with you, it definitely means both.”
“Oh good,” she said.
Logan pushed up her bra so her breasts poked out invitingly from beneath it. He took one of her nipples in his mouth, licking and nibbling it until she moaned in pleasure.
He moved his hand to the waistband of her jeans and pushed his hand down the back. His cock hardening as he squeezed her deliciously full bottom. “I want to get you out of these clothes,” he said, unhooking her bra and letting it fall to the floor.
In a change from her normally garrulous self, Kirsty was reduced to just moaning and nodding, but her body was doing all the talking as she ground her pelvis against Logan’s crotch.
“Come on,” he said, pulling her through to the bedroom. “You know if you had even had so much as a sofa in here we wouldn’t have had to waste all the time it took to come in here,” he admonished.
The bedroom wasn’t much better he thought. She was still using Kelli and Lelo’s camp bed and that and the open suitcase by the wall constituted all her bedroom furniture.
How on earth was he supposed to give her the spanking she needed without so much as a chair to sit on? He thought about bending her over one of the kitchen counters but decided that no, he really needed that sexy ass over his lap. It would have to be the camp bed, infuriating low down as it was. He just hoped it wouldn’t give way under the strain if she struggled.
He sat on the edge of the cot and pulled Kirsty towards him so that she was standing between his legs. He reached up and unbuttoned her jeans and pushed them down to the middle of her thighs before pulling her over his lap. He left her panties in place for now. They’d be coming down in a minute, but first of all, he wanted a view of those sexy butt cheeks clad in skimpy white lace. It was certainly an arresting sight.
“You’re still completely dressed,” mumbled Kirsty, clearly feeling exposed now that her t-shirt and bra had been removed and her jeans were halfway down her legs.
“Yes I am. I’ll be getting naked soon enough, don’t worry. But I don’t need to be undressed to give you the thorough spanking that you need right now.”
Kirsty wriggled deliciously on his lap. She was clearly as ready for this as he was.
He applied a volley of light spanks to her backside by way of a warm-up. Kirsty twisted back to look at him and Logan was amused to see a look of disappointment on her face. Did she really think this was as hard as he was going to spank her? Oh Kirsty, he thought, you have absolutely no idea.
“I think that’s enough of a warm-up,” he said quietly and pulled her panties down to where her jeans were bunched above her knees. “Time to start this spanking properly.” He had decided not to count the spanks. He was going to judge it entirely on Kirsty’s reactions and the redness of her backside.
He began spanking her in earnest. Each swat met her backside with a loud slap which caused her cheeks to wobble delightfully and left the imprint of his hand visible on her flesh. Kirsty took the first few swats without moving, but by the fourth, she was wriggling in discomfort. He smacked hard, covering the whole surface of her backside from the ve
ry top of each cheek down to the start of her thighs. Kirsty was beginning to struggle involuntarily against the onslaught and she kicked her legs up in response. He clamped his leg over hers, scissoring them into position. “Keep still,” he said quietly. “I haven’t finished yet.”
She whimpered slightly, and he gave her a sharp smack on her pussy which was glistening wet and dripping with excitement. He spanked her backside hard another half dozen times before stopping and running his hand gently over her throbbing hot skin.
“That is one beautiful ass you’ve got there Kirsty. It looks even better covered in my handprints like this. I am going to take my belt to that pretty ass soon, you know. See what it looks like with a few stripes across it. Not now, though. You’re gonna have to wait for that. Right now I’m going to give you the fucking that you need.”
Kirsty groaned with need, rubbing her body against his lap.
“Stand up,” Logan commanded her.
She did as she was told immediately. He had never seen her so submissive. The thought of her obeying his every command made his cock strain harder still against the fabric of his jeans.
“Take those jeans and panties off,” he continued, nodding at the clothing bunched around her legs. “Then take the comforter off the bed and lay it on the floor. I don’t plan to be gentle with you and I’m not sure that bed could take it.”
Kirsty spread the comforter on the floor and reclined on top of it watching Logan undress. The spanking had been more painful and more wonderful than anything she had experienced before. The strength he had put into each swat had put her previous boyfriend’s efforts to shame.
And now she did not want to take her eyes off him for a moment. Logan had never looked as hot as he did right now. He removed his boots and socks first and then pulled his t-shirt over his head giving Kirsty a view of his perfectly sculpted muscles. She wanted to run her fingers over every inch of his chest and felt her pussy clench at the thought that in a few moments she would be able to do exactly that.
Logan took his wallet from his pocket and removed a condom from it which he put between his teeth. He tossed his wallet onto the floor then removed his jeans and his boxers in one swift motion.
Kirsty’s eyes were immediately focused on his impressively large cock which was rigidly standing to attention. Very, very nice, she thought, staring appreciatively. Logan followed the line of her gaze and smiled his gorgeous lopsided smile. “I take it you approve?” he said.
Kirsty grinned back and nodded her head enthusiastically.
Logan dropped to his knees and quickly pushed the condom on. He placed his knees on either side of Kirsty’s legs and held onto her wrists pinning her down onto the floor. He entered her swiftly, pounding into her with a force that took her breath away. Her bruised bottom banged against the floor as the bed coverings provided minimal comfort. Kirsty cried out in pain and pleasure, arching her hips and loving how incredibly full she felt with Logan inside of her. She opened her legs wide and Logan shifted his hold so that he was holding both her wrists above her head with one hand, his broad span encircling both of her wrists easily.
He used his other hand to pinch and squeeze her breasts as he continued to slam into her. He hadn’t been kidding about not planning to be gentle with her. Kirsty felt overwhelmed by the intensity of feelings which were building up inside of her. Having him hold her down like that made the whole experience hotter than hell. She reached an orgasm quickly and her head lolled back as she groaned in ecstasy.
“Good girl,” said Logan hoarsely as he thrust into her several more times. His grip on her wrists tightened as he came, his body juddering against hers in release. It was only once he had completely finished did he let go of her and rolled onto his back, breathing heavily. He rolled the condom off and knotted it and quickly went to dispose of it in the bathroom. When he returned, Kirsty hadn’t moved a muscle. She was far too comfortable to even think about moving just at the moment. In her post-coital fug, every muscle of her body felt relaxed and comfortable and right. Logan lay down next to her and pulled her into a hug. He kissed her shoulder.
“You okay?” he asked.
“Mm. Never better. You?”
“Yeah. Pretty good,” he said.
“Are we a couple now? That wasn’t a one night stand was it?”
“I don’t do one night stands,” said Logan. “Or one afternoon stands come to that. You okay to be my girl?”
“Yeah,” Kirsty said grinning. “I reckon that would be okay. Especially if the sex is always that good.”
“Hey,” Logan said with an expression of mock hurt. “This isn’t just about my body, is it? A guy likes to be appreciated for his mind sometimes as well.”
“Listen, matey, don’t you accuse me of being shallow. I’m not the only one obeying their baser instincts here. You’re the one who waited until he knew I’d given up smoking before deigning to kiss me.”
“That’s not entirely true,” said Logan.
“It’s a bit true though, isn’t it? Does that mean if I start smoking again, you’re going to dump me?”
“Do you plan to start smoking again?”
“Of course not,” she replied. “But I read that it takes an average of four attempts to quit smoking. Maybe I won’t be able to manage it.”
Logan pressed his mouth against Kirsty’s and kissed her fully and slowly.
“I don’t think I could stop kissing you even if you took up the cigarettes again. I think kissing you is going to be pretty habit forming in its own way.”
“Well, that’s a relief.”
“Don’t start again, though. You’re doing really well to have made it this far. I’ll help you any way I can. Tell you what, every time you have a craving for a cigarette, I’ll put you over my knee and spank you until you’re distracted enough to forget all about it.”
Kirsty laughed. “That could work,” she said.
“Of course,” Logan said. “If it helps, I can think of plenty of other things for that pretty mouth of yours to do.”
“Mm. Okay. I’m open to suggestions.”
“That’s good. You know, you’re going to have to get this place of yours sorted out. It’s ridiculous. You’ve been here three weeks already and you haven’t bought yourself a stick of furniture. Next time I put you over my knee for a spanking, I want a proper chair to sit on while I’m doing it.”
“Okay, fine!” huffed Kirsty, getting up and collecting her laptop from the other side of the room. “Right, you asked for it,” she said as she flipped it open and went to the Google homepage. “You and I may have only been dating for an hour, but clearly it’s time for us to pick out furniture together.”
Chapter 4
Logan screwed the fixing into the back of the flat-pack furniture until the wardrobe was assembled. It was a start, he thought. Now at least Kirsty would have somewhere to keep her clothes rather than her current preferred method of storing everything in a big messy pile on the floor.
The sturdy king size bed she’d just had delivered looked a hell of a lot more inviting than the rickety one-person camp bed. Logan thought they could definitely have some fun in there. The slatted headboard and footboard had possibilities too. A vision of Kirsty spread-eagled on the bed with her wrists and ankles secured to the corners of the bed with leather cuffs leapt to mind. His cock twitched in response. He decided to add buying wrist and ankle restraints to his ‘things to do’ list.
Kirsty came into the bedroom while he was mid-reverie.
“Whatcha doing?” she asked.
“Thinking about tying you to the bed and fucking you,” he replied truthfully.
Kirsty gave a short surprised burst of laughter. “You always look so corn-fed and wholesome. I don’t expect you to come out with stuff like that it. Plus it’s weird hearing you swear. You said ‘fuck’ the first time we did it as well. You don’t normally say that word.”
“I don’t consider it swearing. It’s only swearing when you use it for empha
sis or as an interjection. I just use it when it’s the most appropriate term and ‘fuck’ is the most appropriate term for what I want to do with you right now.”
Kirsty giggled. “Well I’m not objecting to that, believe me.” She bounced onto the bed and sat cross legged on it grinning up at him. “How do you want me?” She was wearing the shortest little skirt and Logan couldn’t help notice that in her current sitting position she was flashing her cute pink panties at him.
Logan smiled. “Take off those panties and give them to me.” Kirsty did as she was told, uncrossing her legs and shimmying them down before handing them over. He pocketed them in his jeans. “Okay. On your back. Legs wide apart. I want a good look at what you’re offering me.”
She did as she was told immediately. For someone who was so difficult to manage the rest of the time, she was remarkably submissive as soon as sex was involved.
Her skirt was already bunched around her hips giving him a good view of her exposed pussy. He got onto the bed and pushed it up still further so that nothing encroached on the beautiful view in front of him. He lowered his head and kissed her mound softly. It was utterly bare. He ran his tongue over the smooth skin and then blew on it. Kirsty giggled. “Do you shave down here?” he asked her.
“I wax. How else do you think I keep that silky smooth finish?” she replied.
“I’ve never really thought about it. I like it bare. It’s sexy. Does it hurt when you do it?”
“Little bit.”
“Can I watch the next time you do it?” he asked.
Kirsty laughed in surprise. “Seriously? Why do you want to do that?”
“Curiosity.”
“Wait a minute.” She narrowed her eyes at him. “You’re not some kind of pervert are you?”
He grinned. “The very best kind. Now roll over and let me spank you until you scream.”
Kirsty happily complied and yelped as Logan’s firm hand cracked down on her bare backside. He rained spanks down onto her bottom, alternating between cheeks and apparently taking care to ensure that he covered every square inch of flesh between her waist and her thighs, paying particular attention to her sit spot. He placed his hands on the inside of her thighs and pushed her legs apart. Kirsty spread her legs eager for him to see how wet she was down there. How very ready she was for him to enter her. She let out a small scream as Logan began spanking her on the inside of her thighs. The slaps stung far more than she expected as they hit the tender area there. Logan then, wonderfully, infuriatingly began to spank her on her pussy. Each sharp swat causing a jolt of electricity to shoot through her body as she writhed on the bed.
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