“So, what’s going on in your pretty head?” he said as he approached.
“Nuthin.”
“Behaving yourself?”
“What else can I do?” she munched her sandwich. “You checking up on me?”
“It’s my job.”
“Yeah, I heard. Seems like Hank could do a good enough job. Why you?”
“Aw, just because I want to keep my fingers in your life,” he jested lightly.
“I’m sure it is.”
“And because I want everyone to know exactly how things are going to be run around here. Hopefully, it will be a more pleasant place.”
“As bad as it was, it still beats the hell out of your newspaper office.”
He chuckled. “Fine with me that you like this better. I can’t say as I wanted you there anymore than you wanted to be there. I just want to make certain you don’t carry your chip-on-the-shoulder attitude over to this job. Or let my presence affect you. I don’t plan to be here much, so that ought to please you.”
“Certainly does.”
“But I am warning you—officially, this is not your cousin but your boss speaking—you fight with Midge or anyone else again, you’re gone.”
“Hey, I learned my lesson. Hank worked just fine.” She smiled. Her mind suddenly taking an interesting side trip as she remembered that “just-spanked” feeling with a delightful tingle in her ass.
“Don’t do it again. We don’t need the hassle of having to spank employees who act like two-year olds.”
“And I don’t need to get spanked, thank you.”
“Glad we see things clearly.”
“Yes, and it’s nice to agree,” she haughtily returned. “Now, I do have work to do.”
“I’m sure you do.” He started to move off then turned back. “Oh, by the way. Last night… I know you slipped on your eleven o’clock curfew. I let it slide because you were with Garth. But you do it again…”
“Yeah, yeah,” she waved him off. If her cousin didn’t threaten to spank her at least once a day, she’d think they’d both died.
With Jake gone, Cissy returned to work, losing herself for a while—not a thought at all in her brain, until suddenly a smile broke out on her face. It’s got to be the spanking!
Good lord, to think she really needed that! She checked her past, realizing that it was only the guys she fought with, the ones that raised the sexual ante that inspired her needy crotch. What a horribly wonderful find! But what the hell was she going to do with it?
Cissy mulled the amazing discovery for a few minutes more, then spent the rest of her day trying to figure out how she was going to get her boyfriend to paddle her behind. If that’s what turned him into a sexy animal, then they’d just have to put it in practice—even if it meant living with a few moments of pain.
Chapter Five
An Unexpected Discovery
“So are you up for a night out?” Hank asked, as he joined Midge after work.
“Sure,” she answered. Thank the lord! In the three days since the big shake-up, he’d hardly paid much attention to her at all; and she was beginning to wonder if he were still interested. While he’d been practicing his new found authority, she’d been burning with desire, creaming her panties every time she saw him, and masturbating about his spanking her when she lay alone in bed at night.
“I’ll see you at your house in about an hour,” he said, consulting his watch.
Didn’t even give her a choice, she noted, letting that tone of command reach right inside to jar that place of surrender.
Midge required a beer to calm her nerves even before Hank arrived. She had to ease off or she’d be a nervous wreck by the time he picked her up. She poked through her closet for something sexy to wear, tossing several things aside, finally reaching for her most daring dress, a short denim with spaghetti straps—looked great against her tan skin. Perhaps she should have worn something to accentuate her bottom a little more; but hell, she had to wear something; and with her doorbell ringing, she couldn’t waste anymore time. Running a comb through her hair and applying her lipstick lightly, she dashed to the front of the house. She didn’t have time to gargle away the taste of beer on her breath.
“Woah!” Hank exclaimed, when she opened the door.
She smiled to herself and him, noting his expression. Obviously, she’d worn the right thing. She had a feeling this would be a very good night. Hank was dressed up also—for a cowboy, wearing a clean white Western shirt and a fresh pair of jeans. He rarely wore his Stetson when he worked, but he was wearing it now, making him look that much sexier in Midge’s starry eyes.
Leading her from her front porch to his truck, Hank put his arm around her waist, and though he didn’t say anything, she had a feeling he’d noticed the liquor on her breath. She winced, wondering if that had been a mistake. But she couldn’t help it now. Nestling beside him in the seat when he motioned her to him, they then took off for the Rib Cage Barbecue on the highway just outside of town.
Hank ordered for her—which was perfectly all right since they were eating ribs and fries and drinking beer. By the time they finished, Midge was feeling fine, her nerves beginning to relax. Their conversation soon flowed as easily as the beer; and she settled into the comforting feeling that she and Hank Devlin would be a couple for some time. They talked about trips they could take, going to the County Fair at the end of the month, each hint of some future date reassuring her that she was in Hank’s plans as much as he was in hers.
Feeling almost giddy and definitely light-headed, she was about to pour herself another glass of beer when Hank’s hand went over the top of her glass. “You’ve had enough, Midge.”
“Oh.” She paused, almost spilling some from the spout before she backed off. “You want more?” she asked.
“Sure.”
The tiny command settled easily inside her. Maybe she had, had enough. And while her bottom tingled anxiously for something more, she filled Hank’s glass.
Their evening loped along easily as they listened to the country band, though by the time the quartet stopped for their first break, Midge couldn’t contain her desire any longer. The effect of the beer still enough to remove her inhibitions, she jumped right in with, “What does it take for a girl to get spanked around here?” Though her voice was hushed, Hank clearly understood every word.
As her handsome cowboy gazed across the table, there was a delightful spark of recognition in his eye. “Is that what you need, Midge?”
“Oh, I think I do. I’m feeling very bratty right now.” Yes, she’d probably had too much to drink, her tongue was getting awfully loose.
“Usually, I have to have some good reason to punish a woman,” he told her. “But I imagine I could manufacture something with you, if it’s so necessary.”
“Shall I tell you about all my past crimes? Maybe that would give you motivation.”
“You’re telling me you actually deserve to have your bottom paddled?”
“Oh, if I told you all the things I’ve done with Cissy, I imagine you could create quite a case.”
“Like what?” He seemed to enjoy the game as much as she did.
“Humm, let’s see…”
He loved looking at her sassy mouth and sexy eyes, how they could change with her mood and what was in her mind. Now, she seemed to put on a childish face suggesting that she had some childish pranks to confess.
“Well, I think the most outrageous was the time Cissy and I skipped school in our junior year—it wasn’t quite skipping school, we were actually supposed to be on an ecology field trip. But we called in sick for the trip, and then took off for Reno. One miserable drive till we got there … but then we played around for two days and a night, pretending to be a hell of a lot older than we were.”
“And you weren’t caught?”
Midge shook her head like a self-satisfied little vamp. “Make up and the right clothes can put years on a teenager. I’ve had this body since I was sixteen and we w
eren’t carded once.”
“So you ran around Reno doing what?”
A sheepish grin spread out across Midge’s face. “Oh, you know, gambling, a little drinking.”
“I hope that’s all,” he said.
“Oh, yeah, we weren’t really hitting on guys. That was kind of scary.”
“Really? Tell me.”
She started to blush, then hesitated.
“Hey, you started the story, Midge, you can finish it.”
Sounded like an order, which only excited her more. “Well, we were in this casino, Harrah’s, I think, and I know I was drunk. These two guys asked if we’d like to ‘party’. But we didn’t really know what they meant. I guess we were a little naïve,” she giggled. “So when they took us up to their room and put a hundred dollar bill on their dresser, we kinda panicked.” Her face turned dark as the memory came crashing down and it wasn’t a pleasant one.
It took Hank prompting her to restart the story. “And after you panicked?”
“Do I hafta tell you?”
“Yes, you have to,” he said, putting some extra verve behind the message.
“There was a struggle. Not a really bad one. They were more drunk than we were. One guy had Cissy’s dress up and her panties down, the other one had his hand up my shirt. We were screaming, and some guy knocked on the door—it must have been two o’clock in the morning. The hammering was just enough to scare the guys off, and we split. I mean split town after that, didn’t even stop until we were on the road.”
“Sounds as though you were pretty damned lucky.”
“I guess so. Trust me, we never did anything that bad since.”
“And the school? Did they find out?”
“Never.”
“Your parents? Jake?”
She shook her head again while Hank gave her face a thorough once-over. She wished she knew what he was thinking.
“Here, I thought I was going to hear about you smoking cigarettes behind the barn,” he said. “That was a pretty impressive scam you pulled.”
“Oh, we did the smoking and the drinking and even the drug thing a few times.”
“Drugs, too?”
“Just a little,” she fudged on that one. “We know about a few marijuana plants growing at the back end of a neighboring ranch.”
“I see. Your own private stash.”
“Someone’s. We’ve clipped off a few leaves occasionally. Cissy figures that whoever the plants belong to can’t really say too much since it’s illegal in the first place.”
“And how do you figure in this?”
“Humm. I don’t know.”
“Cissy lead you around a lot?”
“Sometimes.”
“As in how?
“As in…” she was trying hard to think. “She schemes things up and we both have fun. I’m not sure how it happens. It’s probably not all her fault. I mean I’m there, too.”
“And it doesn’t bother you, the trouble you could make for yourself?”
“It bothered me after Reno, so we kinda cooled it for a while.”
“Maybe it’s time you let someone else take charge of you.”
“And who might that be?”
“We’ll see,” was all he said.
Just when Midge thought he’d declare himself, the music started again and it was too loud for them to talk. They listened for another half hour and then danced several dances—Midge feeling as though she were floating in the most wonderful dream… Hank’s warm arms… the strength of his chest pressed to hers as they danced slow… the touch of his hands running along her back, settling on her behind giving it a firm squeeze. She was dripping with desire by the time they left the Rib Cage Barbecue into the sultry night air.
As they drove toward home, Midge cuddled into his shoulder and closed her eyes, though she was too excited to drift off. Her body was alive with fire, and her mind beginning to imagine all the possibilities of the continuing night.
Hank walked her to her door as he had the time before, though this time he wasn’t about to leave with one small kiss on her cheek.
“I think I’d better come in,” he said before she could even invite him. Just the way he framed his message left her wondering and excited. Beyond the door, she could only hope her fondest dreams would be realized.
While Midge went to the kitchen for a couple of beers, Hank strolled about her living room looking at the many pictures on the walls.
“You take these?” he asked.
“Yes. Photography is sort of a hobby.” There were dozens of the horses at the Birch Valley Stables, and others of the country landscape, and several she’d taken in the desert near Sedona on vacation a year ago.
“You’ve got quite a knack for capturing shadows and form.”
“Thanks. I entered one in a local contest last year and won first prize. I have a few others ready for the Country Fair.”
He nodded a bit respectfully, but then his eyes seemed to go from dark to darker still. It was difficult to tell what might be the cause of that, though she didn’t have to wait long to find out. “Well, young lady, seems we need to get a few things straight.”
“Oh!” She plopped down in her favorite chair. “Why don’t you sit down, we can talk. What is it that needs to get straight?”
It was as good thing she was sitting, the way her eager body was turning to jelly. She was certain that her legs wouldn’t hold her upright.
“You’re so primed for a spanking, Midge McKenna, it’s hard to know where to begin. Not only have you given me ample reason to take you over my lap, you’ve practically asked for it.”
She winced a little, recalling the long conversation in the bar about her unruly life.
“You wouldn’t punish me for what I told you tonight, would you?”
“In a manner of speaking, yes. Because I think that’s exactly what you want. You wouldn’t have told me about Reno, and drugs and cigarettes if you hadn’t wanted me to notice.”
She hardly knew how to reply.
“What you really need is a good man to take charge of you since you obviously have a wildness in you as wide as a river. You want it tamed, trimmed and handled. If the man you want is me, however, some things are going to change. Honestly, I’m not sure it’s what you want.”
“Oh, but I think it is,” she jumped right in.
“You think so?”
“I do, Hank. How much more do I have to hint around?”
He chuckled, but then broke that off, “Come here.”
She looked at him surprised. “There? Now?”
“That’s what I said.”
She smiled warily. Things were happening fast and her mind was still a little muddy from the beer. Finally, taking a long drink, she hopped up and padded to his side—beer bottle still clutched inside her palm.
Hank looked up at her, gingerly plucking the glass bottle out of her fingers. “You’ve had enough. Now go get your hairbrush.”
Ooo, this was getting exciting. She practically giggled as she moved into her bedroom. With a quick perusal of her dresser, she tried to steer clear of the flat-backed hairbrush lying there, thinking there might be a less ominous one that would do just as well; but in the end, she grabbed for the thing and returned to Hank’s side, her bottom already starting to crawl with fire from the impending sting. Biting her lip like a naughty child, she waited for him to make the next move.
“I wouldn’t be so thrilled if I were you. This is going to hurt.”
Of course it would. She expected that. After all, when he spanked her over top of her blue jeans it hurt. But that didn’t matter, it couldn’t matter. There was nothing she wanted more than this.
“Remember, Midge, this is just a start. I’m not an easy man to love. I’m hard to please, I don’t compromise, and I expect obedience. If I don’t get it, you get this.” He waved the brush in front of her. “Is that clear?”
“Absolutely.” She was so mesmerized, she could see, feel, hear and taste n
othing but raw lust.
“We’ll see,” was all he said. He seemed to have a lot more on his mind to say, but he stopped his brief lecture there, and swiftly pulled Midge over his muscled thighs.
The expectant young woman almost sighed with relief as she settled in on the awesome warmth she found there. As he raised her short skirt, she shuddered more. Hank took his time; and the anticipation of the first strike was only compounded by the lengthy prelude. Her belly, thighs and crotch were bursting with erotic heat. And her cunt spasmed as he gently reached for the top of her pale blue panties and pulled them over her hips. One of his fingers caught the crack of her ass teasingly and she squirmed in a tiny fit. Once the panties were completely off, she knew the first smack would land soon, and looked around hoping she could anticipate the strike.
After all his careful preparations, Hank gave her just a second to panic. The first strike came with a thundering jolt—her skin instantly stinging as little rivers of pain seemed to flow outward from the center of her cheek where it landed. Delivering the second strike, Hank made this one just as harsh on the other cheek, and Midge heard herself gasp from the horror of the pain.
“Oh, my!”
“If you thought this was going to be erotic, my dear, I’m afraid you’re mistaken.” Having said that, Hank took up a brisk, peppering rhythm; with the staccato sound of the hairbrush on skin providing an awesome accompaniment to her sad cries. The cadence of strikes moved about her sizable ass, the flesh jiggling, turning red, with her cheeks quickly looking like one glowing crimson blush of fire.
“Oh, my,” her thoughts repeated as often as the hairbrush landed. And in time, the spanking became more anguished as the smacks continued at their brisk clip. There was no letting up, not even a brief pause, no matter how much she struggled, or cried woefully into the energized air about them. “Hank, no, please.” Crack! “No, no, no more.”
He went on despite her anxious plea. Though when he began to speak, the fierce delivery eased somewhat so she could hear what he had to say, and would be calm enough to understand his message.
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