“I knew that Valerie was trouble,” Mavis said.
“Of course you did, mom.”
“Don’t you speak to your mother like that.”
“What about how you fought me tooth and nail about the college I chose?”
“It was a party school.”
“Then why did you care so much when I decided to leave?”
“I was footing the bill! All that money and what did you get for it? No education. No decent job.”
“I’ve got to get away from here for a while.” She tried to ignore the hurt look on her mother’s face. “You know what, dad? Just forget it. I’ll pay back all the money you paid for me and I apologize for being such a burden. I won’t bother you again for anything.” She pushed off Josh’s hand and shoved her chair back, not bothering to pick it up when it toppled over.
“Chelsea!” Josh said. “Come back here.”
It was all too much. She stomped out of the house and started jogging, down the driveway and then up the long country road.
Chelsea was a little disturbed that Josh didn’t come after her immediately, but it wasn’t relief that she felt when his car came alongside of her. The window rolled down.
“You’ve had time to cool down, now get in,” he said. “We’ll talk.”
“No. Go back and party with your new favorite people.”
“Chelsea, stop. Right now. I know your dad was being rude too, but if you want him to understand, you have to talk to him, to explain. Now get in the car and we’ll go back and sort this out.”
Chelsea raised her middle finger and flipped him the bird before taking off at a run.
It wasn’t her smartest move. Chelsea was a pretty decent runner, but she couldn’t compete with a car.
Josh revved the engine loudly before pulling in front of her and jumping out. He slammed the car door and marched toward her. “That was a mistake. One of many that you’ve made in the last half hour. I am on your side, Chels!”
She took a step back but he grabbed her arms, preventing her from escaping.
“They make me so mad.”
“They were just trying to talk to you.”
“Talk!” she scoffed. “They were demanding answers. Well, dad was. What right does he have to demand any kind of explanation of me now? I’m an adult.”
“Admittedly he was a bit over the top, but he didn’t see you after the mess with the diner and your arrest. He’s let it all build up. Any dad who cares about their child will want to know what’s going on.”
“I’m not a child!” She folded her arms and stomped her foot.
“This little tantrum seems very childish to me. Now get back in the car and we can go back and you can use your words like a big girl.”
“Fuck you.” As soon as the words were out of her mouth she winced, backing up as Josh got closer. He said nothing but his eyes narrowed, his lips set in a determined line.
Without speaking, Josh dipped in front of her, lifting her easily and tossing her over his shoulder.
“I’m sorry,” she squeaked, screwing up handfuls of his shirt in her panic. He was moving fast, not stopping as he strode past the car door and around to the front of the car. “What are you doing?” she asked, even though his intentions were pretty clear. She tried desperately to gain some kind of hold on something, but she was sprawled across the shiny car hood. “No! People will see!” She couldn’t believe he was meaning to spank her, right out in the open!
“I did give you the chance to get back in the car.”
“I know, Josh, I know, just let me explain! I don’t know what came over me. Maybe it was the sun, I may have heatstroke,” she said, trying hard to hold onto the top of her tights as he wrestled them down. “I will get in the car if you stop that!”
“Yes, you will, but not yet.”
She lost the battle of the pants and her underwear. Air wafted across her now bare backside.
It was clear he wasn’t going to listen to reason. “No! I won’t let you spank me!” she wailed, desperately trying to cover her bottom with her hand. “Ow!”
“Be quiet,” Josh said calmly. “You are so much better than this behavior, Chelsea. You made your mother cry!”
The hand kept bouncing from cheek to cheek to cheek. How dare he insinuate that everything was her fault? “It wasn’t my fault,” she squeaked, trying to wriggle off the warm car hood. “You’re hurting me!” His hand was pounding her hard, all over her bottom from the top to the crease that joined her thighs.
“Not enough if you’re still complaining.” He tapped her inner thighs. “Open them.”
She kicked back at him but he was standing to the side of her and she couldn’t make contact. “You’re a bully and you’re taking their side!” When the sting from the cheek to cheek rhythmic slaps stopped, she turned her head in surprise.
“I’m only going to say this one more time because I know you know this already. I am always on your side and would never truly hurt you.”
“Tell that to my ass,” she mumbled.
“Oh, I intend to. Now open.”
A hard slap landed on the back of each thigh. “Ouch! Josh!” She did open them, squeezing her eyes shut as she waited for the onslaught of slaps on her sensitive inner thighs. She cried hard when it started, not only from the relentless sting but from the indelicate position she found herself in. It wasn’t for long and when the smacks stopped, she let her legs fall back together. She hoped she would be able to stand, but apparently he had just paused to lecture her.
“You, miss, need a long hard lesson in respect. Just because I’m on your side doesn’t mean that I will stand by and let you be a brat. Would it have killed you to just say, I’m sorry, mom and dad, that I worried you?”
“No,” she said feebly through her tears. The hand started bouncing again and she wished it would at least move from side to side. Josh concentrated on one spot, in the center of one burning cheek, spanking it over and over until she didn’t think she could take one more smack. “Please!” she gurgled.
“Are you ready to go back and apologize to your parents?” he asked, his hand now burning a hot spot into her other cheek.
“Yes, yes, please just stop!” She burst into a fresh bout of wailing tears. He pulled her from the warm hood and stood her in front of him.
“We’ll finish this at home,” he said.
Chelsea opened her mouth to say something, but decided nothing she had to say would help the position she was in so she closed it again.
Josh kissed her gently and soothed her burning bottom, thankfully through her clothes that he had slipped back up. It hurt a lot to have clothes on her aching rear, but it hurt a lot less than someone seeing. While she’d been lucky enough that no one had driven by while she was on display, several had gone past since Josh had carefully replaced her panties and tights. “I’m sorry,” she whispered shyly, burying her face in his shirt. Now that the trauma was over, she could see how childishly she’d behaved.
“I know and I know it isn’t always easy to go home. Sometimes parents don’t realize that you’ve grown up.”
“It’s scary.”
“What’s scary?”
“They make me feel like I always disappoint them. I’m scared that their opinion is right, that I’m just a fuck-up that can’t get the basic things right.”
“Oh, honey, that is so not true. And you so do not want to say that word again.”
“It slipped out.”
“Hmm. Don’t let it. I’m sure they don’t mean to make you feel like that. You scared them and I guess your dad wanted to vent for his worry and your mom’s.”
“Yeah. I didn’t really think about it that way.”
“Come on. Let’s go back and make peace and have some lunch, I’m starving.”
“I guess you did kind of work up an appetite,” she said with a smile.
Chelsea found herself blushing as she walked in to find her mom and dad still sitting where she left them. She thought they wo
uld be even angrier, but they just seemed relieved. Would they guess that Josh had just spanked her?
“I hope you’ve cleared your mind some,” Rick said.
Chelsea glanced at Josh. “Yes, daddy, and you too, mom. I’m sorry I worried you.”
“That’s ok,” Rick said, leaning in to kiss her forehead. “You know sometimes I think I should have spanked you more when you were little. So hot-tempered, I don’t know where you get it from.”
“I have no idea,” Mavis said with a grin. “Now can we have lunch? Everybody sit.”
“Is there enough for me?” Andy said, pushing through the door.
“Always.” Mavis kissed him and got out another setting for the table.
Lunch was lovely. Chelsea really enjoyed her mom’s home cooking and the chicken pot pie really hit the spot. When they were finished, she helped her mom gather the dishes as Josh went and sat outside with her dad.
“Are you happy, Chelsea?” Mavis asked.
Chelsea smiled. “Yeah, mom, I am. Very.”
“Well, good. You know that’s all I’ve ever wanted for you and for Andy.”
“Where is Andy?” Chelsea asked. “He always seems to disappear when there’s cleaning up to do.”
“I had to shower,” Andy said, picking up a dishtowel and flicking Chelsea with it. “I have a game.”
“You’re leaving?”
“Yeah, it was nice to catch up though, little big sis,” he said. “Maybe I’ll come and visit you next time.”
“You’d be very welcome, I’m sure.”
“We’ll have to set off too, Chels,” Josh said, coming back in to the kitchen.
“Chelsea?” Rick said. “Can I have a word with you before you go?”
“Yes, dad.”
They walked outside and sat on the big swing on the front patio.
“I was angry about you putting yourself in such a dangerous position. You should have come inside to talk to your mom instead of driving off. Sometimes I might bark, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t always want what’s best for you. No matter what, you can always come home.”
“I know, dad,” Chelsea said.
“I’ve never said it, but I’ve always been proud of the fact that you made your own way when you did come back from college.”
“Thanks, dad, that means a lot. I’ll pay you back one day.”
“It wasn’t about the money,” Rick said. “You know, I’m glad that you made Josh work for a relationship with you. It would have been easy to fall into the money trap, but I know that it’s more than that. I can see that you really care for each other.”
“We do.”
“I’m pleased for the both of you.”
* * *
By the time they got home she felt relaxed, stupidly forgetting that Josh had said that they would finish their discussion at home. When he sat on the bed and pulled her between his knees, she tried to pull back. “I don’t want another spanking.”
“Relax. I’m not going to spank you.”
“Oh, good.” She tried to lean in to kiss him.
“Hey, not yet. We’re just talking. I said I wasn’t going to spank you. I didn’t say this was over.”
Chelsea sighed. “How are you going to punish me then?”
“Come with me,” Josh said. He stood and took her hand, walking her into the bathroom.
Her eyes bulged. What was he going to do to her?
He opened the cabinet and took out a fresh bar of soap. “You, little girl, have a filthy mouth at times. Not only did you give me the finger today, which in my mind is the same as using the words, but you shouted the actual words right at me. Then you said it a third time.”
“But I was only describing myself that time.”
“That’s worse. I don’t want you to swear when talking about the woman I love.”
Tears pricked her eyes and she watched silently as he unwrapped the bar and ran it under the water to wet it.
“Open.”
“My mouth?” she asked stupidly.
“Yes, your mouth.”
“It’s gonna taste bad. Really bad.” She could not take her eyes off the bar of fragrant soap. She loved the smell on her fingers, but was pretty sure she wasn’t going to like the smell or the taste of it in her mouth.
“We can revisit a spanking.”
“Wow, did anyone ever tell you you’re a control freak?”
“You, a lot. Now open your mouth and keep quiet.”
Chelsea forced herself to part her lips.
“Wider, Chels.” Josh tapped her bottom. “I’m losing patience here.”
She did as he asked and immediately gagged when the bitter taste and pungent aroma invaded her senses. She spat it out. “I can’t!”
“Yes, you can, now open up.”
Chelsea looked at the slimy bar that was sitting in the sink mocking her. “I don’t want to.” She couldn’t put it back in her mouth, even if it meant another spanking. A spanking wouldn’t be as bad as having that taste in her mouth.
“Do it.” His eyes bore into hers.
“No.”
* * *
It appeared that they were at an impasse. Josh looked into the little devil’s eyes and knew he had to make a decision. He had told her what she would have coming if she refused. “Right.” He sat on the edge of the bath and pulled her toward him. For the second time that day he whipped off her tights and panties. “Step out.”
This time she did as she was told, although her lip wobbled.
“Tonight you are going to learn a lesson. You don’t say no to me.”
“But—” she started.
He placed a finger over her lips. “I am going to spank you, hard and then I am going to soap your mouth anyway. You didn’t make a choice and get your way, understand?” The look of horror in her eyes told him that she did now, even if she hadn’t when she made her choice.
“That’s not fair!” she wailed.
He was not going to argue the point. Without preamble, he tipped her over his knee and started spanking, hard and fast. It amazed him how quickly the blush had faded from her earlier spanking, but it didn’t take long to put some color back in her cheeks. Chelsea was angry, he could tell by the set of her shoulders and the stiffness in her back. The only sound she made was an occasional hiss, when a particularly hard spank fell on her wriggling rear. Then the game changed.
Chelsea looked back at him with murder in her eyes.
He lifted his knee so her bottom was high and slapped the underside of her bottom hard several times on both sides. She dropped her head and he thought he’d made his point until he felt the scratch of her teeth. It was too late for him to stop his naughty girl; she’d sunk her teeth into the fleshy part of his calf. “Chelsea!” he yelled.
* * *
Chelsea didn’t know what had come over her. In retrospect, it probably wasn’t her smartest move. She felt tricked. It was fair, wasn’t it? Swapping a mouth washing for a spanking? Telling her that she had to have both was over the top. It wasn’t easy not to swear when you were mad. That’s when the thought had come to her; if she took him unawares by biting his leg, maybe he would slip out a swear word himself. Couldn’t punish someone for doing something you had just done yourself. Unfortunately the relentless spanking must have clouded her thought because it didn’t work that way at all. Josh didn’t swear. He called her name out and stopped spanking for a couple of moments, lulling her into a false sense of security.
“Another fine mistake today, Chels. You are really going all out. This is going to be a day of firsts for you.” He picked up a wooden bath brush from the corner of the bath.
She squealed loudly as pain exploded across her rear. “What did you hit me with?”
“A bath brush. You will be meeting it again if you ever bite me again.”
Each word brought with it a pop of fire. Several more whacks in the center of her bottom and she lost her resolve to not cry. “I’m sorry!” she wailed. “I’ll do what
ever you want, just stop!”
“You sure this time?” he asked, clapping her bottom a couple more times.
“Yes, I’m sure,” she sobbed. “Give me the damn soap.” As soon as the word left her mouth, she wished it was possible to suck it back in. She held her breath, waiting for another clap of the smooth wood, but it didn’t come. Instead she found herself sobbing with her pants around her ankles in front of the man that she now had an overwhelming urge to please.
“Five minutes with the soap,” he said.
She nodded and opened her mouth. He wet the soap again and then put it into her mouth where she had to secure it a little with her teeth. This time he made sure she couldn’t spit it in the sink. He kept her between his legs, his hands running lightly over her battered rear to soothe her.
When it was finally over, he took the soap out and tossed it in the small lined basket under the sink. “You can brush your teeth now,” he said, kissing her forehead.
* * *
“How are you feeling now?” he asked a while later after they’d eaten a light snack.
“Ok, I guess,” Chelsea said, standing on her tiptoes and kissing his neck. “I don’t know why you care so much about everything being done just so,” she grumbled.
“Because it’s all part of having order. Without order there is chaos and where there is chaos, dangerous things happen.”
“I don’t really see the tie-in, but I trust you.”
“Blind trust, can’t ask for much more than that, can I?”
“Megalomaniac! Am I forgiven then?”
“Of course! You were forgiven hours ago.”
“Good, because I would rather fool around than argue.” She dropped to her knees and unzipped his pants, freeing his erect cock and licking him greedily. He didn’t answer, but his groan of pleasure left her in no doubt that he agreed wholeheartedly. Their day ended on a better note than it had begun.
* * *
When Chelsea woke up the next morning, Josh had already left for work, but memories of his lovemaking remained with her. She rolled over on her back and her bottom tingled pleasantly. It made her want to dawdle in bed for a while, but the smell of bacon and coffee coming from the kitchen was too much of a draw card. She found herself padding down the long hallway and toward breakfast.
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