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by Corinne Alexander


  The morning of Kirsty’s driving test was sunny and cold – a beautiful fall Colorado day.

  Logan buttoned up his shirt and looked over to where Kirsty was sitting at the edge of her bed. She was chewing the skin round her fingernails – a nervous habit he knew she only did when she was stressed.

  “Stop that,” said Logan gently, pushing her fingers away from her mouth. “You’re making them bleed.”

  Kirsty put her hands under her bottom, clearly hoping that sitting on them might help distract her from doing it. “I’m really nervous, Logan,” she said.

  “I can see that,” he replied.

  “What if I fail it?”

  “Then you take it again. It’s no big deal. You won’t fail it though. You’re an excellent driver and you’ve been putting in tons of practice these past few weeks.”

  She really had been working hard at it. Especially now that she was no longer drinking, she seemed to want to spend all the time that she wasn’t working, driving the roads around Denver and practicing her maneuvers. She had her own car now – a bright blue Nissan – and Logan knew that she was eager to get out and use it on her own.

  “Thank you for taking the day off to come with me,” said Kirsty. “I appreciate it.”

  “No problem at all. You’re going to need someone to celebrate with.”

  Apparently without realizing that she was doing it, Kirsty had started chewing the skin round her nails again. She was worrying a piece of skin with her teeth and pulled the strip of skin from her finger.

  Logan sighed. “How long do we have until we have to leave for the test center?”

  Kirsty checked the clock on the bedroom wall. “Twenty minutes,” she said.

  “Good. Then I have twenty minutes to take your mind off it before we leave.”

  “You shouldn’t be trying to take my mind off it! You should be testing me on driving techniques!”

  “You already know everything you need to know. Right now you just need to calm down a bit. You’re all tensed up.”

  Logan sat on the bed next to Kirsty and patted his lap with both hands. “Come on,” he said. “Over you go.”

  Kirsty looked at him with a shocked expression on her face. “What the fuck, Logan? You’re going to spank me now? Before my driving test? What kind of a stupid idea is that?”

  Logan suppressed a smile. Seriously? She was calling him stupid when she knew she was just about to get a spanking? She was either reckless or she was plain asking to get her backside warmed.

  “I’m not going to spank you so hard that you can’t sit down for your driving test. Although if you call me ‘stupid’ again, I’m going to schedule in a paddling for this evening.”

  That did the trick. If there was one thing that Kirsty really hated, it was the paddle. She stood and placed herself over Logan’s lap, muttering as she did so. “I didn’t call you stupid; I just said your ideas were stupid…”

  She was wearing leggings which were easy to pull down to her thighs. He pulled down her panties at the same time and then took a moment – as he always did – to appreciate her beautiful backside before he spanked her. Then he covered her butt with short, swift spanks. Kirsty wriggled but he knew that it didn’t hurt that much. He didn’t want to spank her hard enough to cause any distractions during her driving test. He just wanted to spank her enough to calm her down a bit. Spanking therapy.

  Logan’s cock was growing stiff at the sight of her naked backside tinged with pink and the feeling of Kirsty fidgeting on his lap so that her groin rubbed against his lap. In fact, he realized that her movements weren’t inadvertent at all and that she was deliberately grinding herself against his cock. He smiled. Well, if that’s what she wanted, he’d be happy to oblige. They had enough time – just about.

  He gave her one last smack on her bottom before lifting her up into a standing position and then pushing her onto the bed. He grabbed a condom from the nightstand and pulling down his pants just enough to free his erection, he pulled the sheath quickly over it. Kirsty was lying on the bed, eyeing his cock hungrily. “We don’t have much time,” she said.

  “Don’t worry. This is going to be a quickie,” said Logan, entering her swiftly. He placed his hands on either side of her body and pounded into hard, enjoying how wet she felt. She was so ready for him. She seemed like she was close to orgasm already. He continued to plough into her and felt the walls of her vagina constrict around him as she began to climax. He didn’t hold back and climaxed a second or two later, gripping her hips as he released into her.

  “There you go. Feeling better now?” Logan asked as he rolled off her.

  “Mm. Lots,” said Kirsty happily. “I should always listen to you, you know. You know best how to take care of me.”

  “Yeah, I’m going to remind you of that next time you challenge me. Which, given that you challenge me a dozen times a day, will probably be fairly soon. Right, let’s go. You have an appointment to get to.”

  Logan had a long nervous wait while Kirsty was out doing her drive test. When he saw Kirsty’s car return to the test center parking lot, he watched anxiously as Kirsty and her examiner got out of the car. At first neither of their expressions gave anything away as they stood speaking to one another. Then, suddenly, Kirsty’s face broke into a massive smile and she shook the examiner’s hand. She rushed over to him and broke into a dance. It wasn’t the best dance in the world, but it was very enthusiastic.

  “Is that the Macarena?” he asked, laughing.

  “It could be! I think it’s more of an interpretative dance,” said Kirsty, still dancing. “It represents how I’m a super fucking awesome legal driver now!”

  Logan threw his arms around her and hugged her tight. “Well done!” he said. “We should celebrate.”

  “Yes! Let’s go see the dinosaurs!”

  “The dinosaur quarry?”

  “That’s the one! I can drive there now. I want to see real live dinosaurs,” said Kirsty.

  “I’m not sure they actually have real live dinosaurs there.”

  “Suuuuuure they do!” said Kirsty, waving her hands excitedly. “If anywhere is going to have living breathing dinosaurs, it’s going to be Colorado. Or does it have Bigfoot?”

  “Bigfoot’s in Washington. Except it’s not there either.”

  “Yetis then? Or aliens? I bet there’s loads of aliens in Colorado. It’s the sort of place they land.”

  Logan laughed and shook his head. “I am going to stop talking to you now. You are clearly over-excited. In fact, I may have to give you another spanking to calm you down.”

  “Ooh, that sounds like a celebration I can get on board with. Dinosaurs and spanking!”

  “Dinosaurs and spanking it is then. You driving?”

  “Of course.”

  Much as Logan enjoyed watching Kirsty get excited about fossils and dinosaur bones that afternoon, all he could really think about was getting her home so that the two of them could carry out the second part of their celebration.

  Kirsty stretched up onto her tiptoes in order to put the last of the Halloween decorations up outside Lorelei’s. Chains of smiling pumpkins and goofy-looking ghosts festooned the large windows.

  She walked backwards a couple of steps in order to admire her handiwork and collided with someone trying to walk past on the sidewalk at the same moment.

  “Sorry, sorry!” said Kirsty, stepping backwards. “That was totally my fault. I should have looked where I was going.”

  “Hey, no problem,” said the guy she had collided with. Kirsty saw it was Brent Carmichael. “No harm done. How’s it going, Kirsty?”

  “Oh, hey, Brent. It’s all good.” Kirsty felt nervous speaking to Brent Carmichael. She hadn’t really had any opportunity to since her disciplinary hearing. The awful things she had said to him at the fundraiser flashed into her mind.

  “I see you’re helping get Corbin’s Bend ready for Halloween. Will you be joining in any of the celebrations?”

  “
Sure. I’m looking forward to it. Celebration of evil and the dark arts. What’s not to love?”

  “Heh. I’m not sure that’s exactly how the rest of the residents will see it, but it’s good to know you’ll be on board.”

  “I’m already signed up to help at the kid’s Halloween event at the community center. I didn’t even think I liked children, but all the ones I’ve met in Corbin’s Bend are great.”

  Brent grinned. “Yeah, I think we have better kids here than anywhere. I’m really happy you’re helping in community events. Not too Stepford Wives for you?”

  Kirsty blushed. “I’m sorry, Brent. I said some really stupid things that night.”

  “Hey, no need to apologize. That’s all behind us. I’m just happy if you’re less angry about everything. Are you feeling any better about Colorado being a rectangle now?”

  “No. That’s still pretty unnerving. But I may have accepted the fact that there’s very little that you personally can do about it.”

  Chapter 8

  Better make it two cushions today,” said Maeve Harshaw as she entered the salon. “I am not going to find it easy to sit today, I can tell you.”

  Kirsty put two cushions on her client’s chair. “There you go. Let me know if it’s still too uncomfortable to sit. We have a stool out back. If you want to stand for your haircut, I can stand on that to cut your hair.”

  “Oh aren’t you a sweetheart?” said Maeve. “No, I think if I have two cushions I should be able to get through it.”

  Lorelei chuckled and called over from where she was busy styling her client, Colleen Shaughnessy’s hair. “What you been getting up, Maeve to get your ass whupped by Joe like that? I’m assuming it was a spanking?”

  “Well, of course it was a spanking and I don’t want to talk about what I may or may not have done to deserve it. What else would give me a sore butt?”

  Colleen laughed. “There’s plenty of other ways to give someone a sore butt and you know it, Maeve. Only yesterday the nice delivery guy from the wholesalers asked why we always have such large orders for fresh ginger root at my mini-market. I told him that folks in Corbin’s Bend are especially fond of Thai food.”

  “You think he believed you?” asked Lorelei.

  “I guess so. He recommended that I order more lemon grass in that case. I can’t see lemon grass fulfilling the job quite so well, somehow.”

  The women laughed. “What job?” asked Kirsty.

  “Aw, Kirsty, have you ever heard of figging?” asked Lorelei.

  “Oh. Oh yes, of course,” said Kirsty, blushing. Now she realized what they were talking about. She remembered that she’d seen videos online of women having specially shaped pieces of ginger inserted in their anus.

  “I’m guessing Logan hasn’t decided to introduce your butt to that little punishment yet, then?” laughed Colleen.

  Kirsty blushed again. It was crazy. She always thought she was the experienced one. The woman who knew all about kinky sex practices. Here in Corbin’s Bend, she was a rank amateur. It always amazed her what these respectable-looking middle-aged women were happy to discuss in the salon. She couldn’t believe that she had ever thought the women of Corbin’s Bend were boring. They were anything but.

  “Um, no. Not yet,” replied Kirsty.

  “Well, if you guys decide to give it a go, let me know. The ginger I stock is super fresh. Makes it all the more effective. Lorelei will vouch for that.”

  “I certainly can!” laughed Lorelei. “You’ll never have a spanking like the one you’ll get during a figging session, I can tell you. It certainly stops you clenching your ass when you’ve got a chunk of ginger up there.”

  The other women laughed and Kirsty joined in while their suggestion set her mind whirling. The conversational topics you got here certainly beat those of any other salon she’d ever worked in.

  She was re-touching Maeve’s roots for her while she shuffled uncomfortably in her chair despite the cushions. “You okay there, Maeve?” she asked. “Is it a problem sitting?”

  “Naw, it’s okay,” said Maeve. “You know it’s nice to have the reminder sometimes that you’ve got someone in your life who cares enough about you to give you a spanking now and again.”

  “Amen to that,” laughed Lorelei.

  Kirsty left the salon at the end of the day and headed out into the street.

  There was a man standing by a parked car just outside the shop. Kirsty didn’t immediately recognize him but thought he looked both familiar to her and wrong in the current setting.

  He looked about fifty, wore a large overcoat and had short black hair shaved at the sides. When he saw Kirsty, his face broke into a smile. It wasn’t a friendly smile. He looked like a predator about to attack.

  “Well, well, well. Little Kirsty Beale. I’d heard you’d moved out this way. I want a word with you about your old man.”

  As soon as she heard the man’s east London accent, Kirsty recognized him. Jack Catch, a ‘business’ associate of her late father’s. No wonder he looked out of place in their current location. She had only ever seen him in her dad’s flat back home. There he would arrive with stolen goods for her dad to fence and a negotiation style that was always vaguely threatening even when he was pretending to be friendly.

  From out of the car came two men who Kirsty hadn’t seen before.

  “What are you doing here, Jack?” she asked.

  “That’d be Mr. Catch to you. Anyway, don’t get your knickers in a twist. I’m just passing through. Had some business to attend to in Denver and someone told me you’d moved to this little pervert village nearby and I thought I ought to come and say ‘hello’.”

  “You’ve just come to say ’hello’?” Kirsty asked.

  “Nah. Don’t be daft. Like I said, I want a word with you about your dad. Me and Vince had some unfinished business when he snuffed it. He was looking after some money for me.”

  “Was he now?” Kirsty stiffened. She had no idea where all the money in her dad’s bank account had come from, but she wasn’t about to let her uncertainty be apparent to Jack Catch.

  “We’d just done a job, me and the boys, and Vince was selling on the goods. Didn’t have a chance to give us our cut before he croaked it. So I’m here to collect.”

  Kirsty’s head swam. Was that where the money had come from? Or was Jack just trying it on? It didn’t sound completely implausible. Kirsty doubted her dad had got any more honest in the years since she last saw him. And yet. The fact that the money had been delivered to Kirsty via the solicitors made her feel that it was legitimately more hers than anyone else’s regardless of where the money had come from originally. She decided there was no harm in trying to call Jack’s bluff.

  “Bollocks it is yours. You’d have asked for it a fuck of a sight quicker if it had been. You’d have shown up before dad’s body had even gone cold.”

  Jack strode forward and grabbed Kirsty’s neck. “I don’t like your fucking tone, miss,” he said sharply. “Don’t they beat women in this place? Isn’t that what it’s all about? How about my boys here give you a beating you won’t forget in a hurry, see if that makes you a little bit more co-operative?”

  The two associates moved towards Kirsty as Jack spoke. “Get your fucking hands off of me!” screamed Kirsty.

  She was aware of several people moving swiftly towards her and then a voice quietly said, “I suggest, sir, that you let go of Miss Beale immediately.” She felt herself sag with relief at hearing Brent Carmichael’s authoritative tone.

  Jack let go of Kirsty’s neck and swung round aggressively to face Brent. “You stay out of this, mate,” he snarled. “It’s none of your fucking business.”

  Brent clearly wasn’t the only person who had witnessed the aggressive exchange between Kirsty and Jack. The public display had acted as a siren call to all the alpha males within earshot who were standing close enough to offer assistance if needed. Along with Brent Carmichael, Charles Robinson, Lelo Stevens and Jason Rolson
had all come over and were standing nearby. They all appeared calm and yet every one of them looked like a man not to be messed with. Being outnumbered by a group of such obviously powerful males was having an effect on Jack’s bravado.

  “Now,” said Brent Carmichael, “If you have business with any of the residents here, then we can go and discuss it in my office in a civilized manner.”

  “I said leave it, mate. This doesn’t concern you,” said Jack.

  “Yes it does,” said Brent “It concerns all of us here. Either you come to my office to discuss this or you leave Corbin’s Bend. Right now.”

  Brent hadn’t raised his voice for the whole exchange, but there was menace behind his words. Kirsty did not know how Brent meant to enforce his words with actions, but there was no doubt in her mind that he would do whatever it took. The number of bystanders who had stopped to watch this exchange had increased. This sort of thing wasn’t exactly usual for Corbin’s Bend’s quiet streets.

  There were any number of men prepared to take Jack Catch on if need be and Jack and his ‘boys’ seemed to realize that. “Fine,” he muttered. “I’ll leave you freaks to it. You think about what I said though, Kirsty. You and me aren’t done yet.”

  He got into the car followed by his henchmen and they drove off.

  Chapter 9

  Brent turned to Kirsty. “Are you okay?”

  “Yes. Thank you for stepping in there. I appreciate it.”

  “Well that’s not the sort of scene we want happening in Corbin’s Bend. Do you fancy coming by my office now for a chat?”

  It might have been phrased as a question, but Kirsty could tell from Brent’s tone of voice that he wasn’t going to accept ‘no’ for an answer.

  “Um, sure,” she replied.

  Once inside the dome, Brent took her up to his office. “So,” he said. “Friend of yours?”

  “No! He knew my dad, though.”

  “Are you in trouble, Kirsty?” Brent looked at her, concerned.

  “I’m not sure.”

  “Okay. Want to tell me about it?”

 

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