One of the stairs creaked as he climbed up and the door lock gave a little tick as he turned the handle. Gabby was sitting in bed, reading. Her brown curls were arrayed on her shoulders, glossy and thick. She wore the pale blue camisole that was her favorite. He knew there were tiny little frilly shorts to match it. Gabby was a tasty morsel to his eyes. His woman. His.
She looked up and smiled. "There you are! I was just thinking about looking for you. I heard your truck but when you didn't come up, I thought maybe I ought to give you some time to settle things with Jackie and your dad."
Ace closed the door and strode into the room. A soft white light shone on his favorite reading chair, and the brightly colored counterpane had been pulled to the foot of the big bed. A small table light illuminated Gabby's e-reader. The room smelled like summer peaches. Gabby's scent. Although the room had always been his, it was now very much hers, too. It warmed him to share it with her. It wouldn't have been right not to.
"It's all straightened out, li'l girl," he told her. "Jackie did wrong and I think Dad must have given her what for over it."
"She was at the doctor's house?"
"Yep. And somehow, he'd gotten her to take off her underwear."
"No kidding?"
He nodded, unbuttoning his shirt and tossing it onto his chair. Ace sat down on it as he pulled off his boots and socks. "I don't know what she'd got up to. Not sure I want to know."
"I'll find out."
Hands at the waistband of his jeans, he shot her a slight frown. "You stay out of it, Gabby."
"Don't you want to know?"
"No. And you don't either."
"Aw, but Ace…" She grinned. "Maybe it's something really interesting."
He laughed, pulled off his jeans and shook a finger at his wife as he made his way into the bed. "None of our business, li'l girl. Move over."
She scooted a little to one side. "You're cold."
"You warm me up then."
Giggling, Gabby pressed herself to his side as he lay down. Her hand snaked down on his abdomen, down his hard, rigid belly and lower.
"You lookin' for somethin'?"
"Maybe," she said, a smile in her voice.
Ace guided her hand to his penis and encouraged her. He got hard quickly as she stroked him. "Find what you're lookin' for?"
"Maybe," she teased.
"You have a talent," he said, pulling her tighter against him and stroking her hair and her back.
"I had a good teacher."
Ace knew that was him and it pleased him. "You got all them clothes on, li'l girl. What am I gonna do with this?" Their two hands worked on his erection together.
"I can think of a few things."
He laughed. "I'll jus' bet you can." Rolling over, he pressed her down into the bed and lifted her camisole above her full breasts. Her nipples were hard and ready for his mouth. Little moans crept from Gabby as he laved and sucked those tender peaks. He bit slightly and she arched. Ace rose to his knees and pulled her shorts off her. The sweet scent of her body caressed his nostrils, and he kneaded her breasts, loving their soft heaviness and weight in his hands. She was a handful, his woman. Soft and comfortable as a lambskin rug.
Gabby reached for his hard cock and stroked firmly. "Mmm. Yummy."
His voice lowered an octave. "You want a taste?"
"Yes. But not until after."
He laughed. Gabby's sensuality never ceased to amaze him. Now she'd developed a taste for herself on his prick. That he could do. Gliding his hands down to the apex of her thighs, he spread her legs wider and smoothed her from knee to pussy. She was wet as he slid his fingers through her folds and she moaned and pressed her hips up to encourage him. "You are a wanton woman, Gabriella Journey," he said softly.
"What do you do with a wanton woman?" she whispered, her eyes feverish as she looked at him. Her little fingers teased her nipples as she encouraged him with her hips.
"I might have to spank her, if she's wanton enough." More wetness coated his fingers as he slid two into her sheath. Gabby's breath was coming faster and her fingers were plucking at her nipples like instrument strings.
"God, Ace, please…"
As he was moving in and out of her with one hand, he used his other to find and manipulate her swollen clit. She made a soft sound as he touched her there.
"You want somethin'?"
She groaned. "You know what I want."
"Wanton and demanding. Naughty."
Her answer was to grind her hips up against his hands.
"Turn over."
Gabby flipped onto hands and knees and wiggled her rump. It was too sweet a target. Ace gave her a sharp smack on one cheek.
"Ow!"
"I'll give you 'ow'!" He spanked her several more times, leaving big pink handprints to fade only slightly before the next print was set down.
"Ow! Ouch!" Crying out though she was, Gabby also pressed back toward him. "Inside, Ace! Please!"
She was so gorgeous there, her rump getting red, the perfect roundness of her breasts suspended from her chest over the bed. He could see her wet center and it called to him. His cock was so hard it felt like titanium as he slid its head through her slippery folds.
A few more spanks and she was moaning softly, finally lowering her face to the bed and sobbing out her encouragement into the mattress.
Ace was tired of teasing. With a firm twitch of his hips, he buried himself deep in his wife. It was heaven--warm, wet, gripping him securely. His balls tightened. The rhythm he set up made Gabby pant and wriggle. He gave her a few more hard swats, her bottom now a bright shade of rose. He loved that she enjoyed the erotic spankings because he loved giving them. Her ass was perfect under his hand.
Gripping her by her hips, he drove into her, deep and hard. She cried out softly with each thrust, pressing back to force him even deeper.
"You are a siren, li'l girl," he told her, his breath harsh as his excitement rose.
Turning her head, she responded. "Oh, God, Ace, it feels so good. More. More."
"Maybe I should take you over my knee, since you're bein' so demandin'."
"No!" She squeaked as he brought his palm down on her behind twice more. "Yes!"
"Which is it?" Again, he smacked her rear. He could feel her body begin to contract around him and spanked her harder. "Yes, or no, Gabby?"
The sounds she made were incoherent, but he could tell by the tightening of her pussy that she was going to release and he made her bottom good and red. The sensation of her orgasm nearly pushed him over the edge. Squeezing, milking, sucking him in, coaxing him to spill, but that was not what they agreed to. He wanted her hot mouth on him.
When she began to relax, he withdrew and moved beside her, lying on his back. His cock protested the cool air, and he ached to come, but he knew it would be that much sweeter if he waited for her mouth. He didn't have to wait long.
Gabby knew him so well. She hummed as she licked her taste off his throbbing erection like a dripping ice cream cone. Ace wound his fingers in her hair, tangling them in the silky thick mass. "Take it."
Her answer was to slide him into her mouth, deep, deeper, until the head of his cock pressed on the back of her throat. His Gabby never gagged. God but he loved this woman. Tonguing him as she pistoned him in and out of her mouth, she increased the pace according to his hands in her hair. He guided her rhythm and it drove him toward the abyss. Her fingers found his balls and squeezed gently. A moan escaped him and he pressed his hips up, driving himself deeper in her mouth.
Gabby moved faster on him, and the crest overcame him suddenly, pulling him down into a whirlpool where a riptide tore him apart and the current put him back together again. He filled her mouth with semen, pulsing strongly for a time before he relaxed his hips down on the bed.
Slowly, she pulled away from him, swallowing and licking her lips. Her sweet scent combined with sweat and sex enticed his senses as she lay beside him, her head on his shoulder.
"I showed y
ou," he said, teasing her about the spanking.
"I am duly chastened."
"Don't you forget it, li'l girl."
She yawned and snuggled deeper. "No, sir."
"That's my good girl."
Chapter 5
Jackie turtled herself for the next two weeks, not daring to get on anyone's bad side again if it could be helped. She arrived on time for work every day, even though the early alarm clock buzzing always managed to wake her right in the middle of a good dream. Sometimes, she dreamed of Pete Kaminsky. She imagined his broad chest all bare and hard-muscled and his arms with their thick biceps holding her against his body. The scent of him haunted her dreams. Every day she learned more about him, saw new facets of his personality and grew more attracted to him both physically and emotionally.
She wanted him badly. In fact, she couldn't remember ever wanting a man like this before. Bud had been appealing more for his position as a studly jock than for his achievements or intelligence. And the few fellows she'd dated while in college had been callow and wouldn't have made good husband material. A husband was what she wanted; someone she could take care of and who would respect her for herself, not as a china doll. Although she enjoyed nursing, it was a far second on her list of things to do with her life in the long-term. She was bright enough to realize that her attitude wasn't modern, but she knew what she wanted and wasn't going to let anything stand in her way. Finding the right guy—not just a willing guy, but a man she could admire and love—was the first step.
Remembering the spankings Pete had delivered to her, how intimate and sensual they'd been, even though they hurt, made her yearn for more. Maybe not more spankings exactly, but something equally intimate. For the first time in her life, Jackie seriously contemplated what it would be like to have sex with a particular man. With Pete.
There was a lot of romance involved in her dreams about him, sweet nothings he'd whisper in her ears, and tender caresses on her face as he kissed her. Sometimes the daydreams would distract her at work, but so far, it hadn't become an issue.
Pete, always totally professional with her, was not immune to her and Jackie knew it. She sometimes found his eyes on her and his gaze was smoldering. He would look away quickly, but the moments were there. Jackie couldn't quite figure out what to do with this knowledge—she'd never tried to seduce a man in her life—but she knew she ought to do something.
One afternoon, as they were doing their afternoon house calls, they had a disagreement. Jackie made the mistake of telling a patient that the doctor's instructions weren't engraved in stone and could be ignored if the patient found them too much trouble.
He gave her a sharp look as he put his stethoscope away. The bedroom in the little ramshackle house got a lot smaller all of a sudden, as Jackie shrank away from that disapproving gaze.
Pete smiled at Mrs. Stumps, however, with his usual professional but friendly manner. "Miss Journey meant that you should call if you find that the instructions are not working for you, Mrs. Stumps. We don't want your blood sugar to get out of control. Your diabetes is a serious condition and needs to be managed carefully. You could end up in the hospital again."
Lavinia Stumps looked at Pete and then Jackie and back again. "Okay, Doctor. I'll do the sugar meter like you said. The way you showed me to work the thing helped. I don't read much, so figurin' it out was a puzzle."
He gave Lavinia's hand a squeeze and rose from her bedside, not looking at Jackie though he spoke to her. "Come along, Miss Journey. Time to get back to the office."
"Yes, Doctor," she said meekly. She knew she'd done wrong in minimizing the importance of his dietary instructions to Mrs. Stumps, but Lavinia had been getting confused and frustrated. She'd only wanted to make the complicated situation less complicated for the woman. Unfortunately, the advice Pete had given his patient shouldn't be disregarded. In some ways, Jackie could have endangered Mrs. Stumps' health.
She made sure Lavinia was comfortable and then followed Pete out to the car. It had been parked in the full sun and was hot as blazes inside. He immediately turned on the A/C and Jackie felt the cool air blowing against her hot face. Jackie was hot as much from embarrassment from her faux pas as from the roasting car interior.
Time to cut the lecture off at the pass. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said anythin'."
Pete frowned at her for a moment, but soon put all his attention on getting them down the gravel road and onto the highway. When he spoke, Jackie could hear the irritation in his voice.
"I don't appreciate being contradicted, Jackie."
"I know. It won't happen again."
"You should know better."
"Yes, sir. It's just that I've known Lavinia Stumps since I was a little girl. I went to school with her daughter, Prissy. She's a nice lady and she was gettin' upset. I wanted her to feel better about thin's."
"Here's the thing, Jackie… I knew she was getting upset, but I was intentionally trying to impress upon her the seriousness of her condition. She's been neglecting the treatment Dr. Ford and I recommended to her and that neglect could kill her. There were ample opportunities for her to ask questions about my instructions, and she was doing that when you interrupted with your nonsense about doing the parts she could live with."
Jackie had been an irresponsible dolt. "I know. I'm sorry."
Pete glared at her for a moment before turning back to the road. "I don't know now if she'll actually do what I told her to do."
Knowing Lavinia, she'd be more likely to take Jackie's advice rather than the advice of a doctor she wasn't yet familiar with. "I can check on her in a day or two."
"Maybe you should."
"Yes, sir. I'll do that." A thought occurred to her. It was risky, but maybe it could get things moving in a direction she wanted to go with Pete. "Are you going to punish me?"
"Punish you?" He considered that for a minute. "Are you telling me you'll be behaving that way again if I don't do something else?"
A little jolt of both fear and excitement shot through Jackie's abdomen. "I might forget."
Pete's eyes went to hers, but she couldn't read the look he gave her. She dropped her gaze and stared at her knotted hands in her lap.
"What do you suggest, Miss Journey?"
Now or never. "You could spank me again."
"It hasn't worked up to this point," he said wryly.
"I'm not makin' the same mistakes over again. I'm not late to work. I haven't cheated you at cards."
"We haven't played cards again."
True, but that wasn't where she wanted to go with this conversation. "I think I've learned better behavior every time you spanked me."
"What game are you playing at, Jackie?"
"There's no game." And that was true enough. For Jackie, it was serious as a heart attack.
They rode in silence for half an hour. She could see that he was thinking over her suggestion. He didn't turn on the radio. Usually, he liked to pick a country station and sing along. His voice was one of Jackie's favorite things about him. He could sing into the lower registers with ease, and the deep, mellow vocalizations and surprisingly well done harmonies made her insides catch fire.
Ten minutes away from the office, he spoke. "Alright."
Cymbals clashed in her head. "You'll spank me?"
Pete's jaw clenched and released, clenched and released. It was obvious that he was torn, but she didn't relent or back down. "Yes."
"I promise I'll learn the lesson." It was hard to keep the excitement out of her voice, but she succeeded.
"You'd better. This is becoming a habit."
"I'm sorry."
He gave her a warning look. "You will be, if you're not now."
The promise of further intimacy with Pete warred with trepidation about the pain that would be inflicted on her tender behind. She kept her own counsel until they got back to the office.
After they put their supplies away, Pete voiced a concern. "Is your father going to be worried if you're home a
little later than usual?"
"How late?"
He shrugged. "Probably not very. How long does a spanking take, after all?"
Lots of cuddling afterward took time. "I'll call and tell him I'm workin' late."
"I don't like the lie, Jackie."
"It's not really a lie. I'm here at the office. You're goin' to work with me on somethin' work-related—my attitude. My Daddy will be fine."
Pete nodded and pointed to the phone. "Call him, please. And then come back to my house."
Jackie remembered that her father told her not to venture into Pete's house again unescorted, but the situation merited a little fudging of the rules this time.
As she stepped down the path toward Pete's house, Jackie tried to picture how it was going to go. He'd be there, all stern and demanding. She would be demure and submissive and regretful. He'd ask her to strip down and soon after he'd start spanking her. That part wasn't so much fun, but thinking about the after part made her belly do a pleasant little pirouette.
She didn't knock on the door. It was partly open, so she walked in. "Pete?"
"In the kitchen. Come in here, please."
Jackie put down her purse and made her way into the roomy kitchen. It was modern and airy, with green-sprigged wallpaper and lighter green tile backsplashes. There was a big white table and chairs with green cushions tied on. She liked it very much and had a fleeting sense of how wonderful it would be to be the woman cooking in this kitchen.
Pete leaned on the counter, a bottle of water in his hand and an enigmatic look on his face. "Take off your pants and panties and bend over the table. Grab the far side at the wall."
Hmm. No foreplay. Well, that was okay. She wanted to get to the good stuff anyway and for that, they had to get past the painful part. "Yes, sir."
He reached for his belt and Jackie felt a moment of panic. Was he taking his clothes off? Were they going to have sex? After years of holding herself in reserve, was she prepared to do it now?
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