Reed glanced at Brett as the men gathered around the only female member of their group, accepting her in as one of their own with lavish promises to assist her as they could. Brittany smiled brightly, feeling like she, at last, found a place to fit in. She caught Reed’s eye and flashed him a special smile. He frowned. It wasn't a smile, it was a smirk. Told you so, it said.
Brett elbowed his friend as he gestured towards his sister. “Looks like she found a way to weasel some support, huh?”
“You caught it too? I thought I was just being suspicious. I gather this is her M.O.”
“Yup. It worked on Dad for years until he finally had to put a stop to it by throwing her out. She was threatening his business with her activity.”
“He tossed her out instead of helping her?” Reed questioned.
Brett shrugged. “You know as well as I do that you can only help an addict if they want it. Personally, after I thought about it, he was helping her by cutting her off. It sent her our way. Reed?”
“Yeah, buddy?” Reed watched the girl flirt with the men as they shared their AA wisdom.
“Be careful. Don’t let her play you. I don’t want to see you get hurt.”
“What do you mean?”
“Britt’s my sister. I love her. But I also know that she has a belief system that might not include the likes of men like us.”
“Cops?”
“No. Not rolling in money. She seems to think she needs to marry rich to be happy. Her self-esteem is so low that she believes she only has her looks to put out as an offer for a husband.”
“That’s bullshit.” Reed looked again at the girl as she forced a laugh. “What she needs is a strong hand to guide her and faith to help her reach her potential.”
“I agree. That and a good walloping, to coin a phrase,” Brett sighed.
“Again, the strong hand. Don’t you worry about it. She will get what she needs to see the seriousness of her predicament. Let’s close the meeting before she thinks she’s in control.”
As was their habit, the three went to the diner after the meeting was over. The men ordered their coffee and pie while Brittany sipped ice tea. She was quiet, thinking about some of the stuff that had been shared.
“You’re awfully quiet. What’s on your mind?” Brett asked, elbowing his sister.
“I was just thinking about Kraus. You would never have known that the old geezer had a family once.”
“That old geezer was mayor of his town back in Ohio,” Reed commented.
“He also had a law degree and was a partner in a successful firm when he moved out here to LA,” Brett added. “He was disbarred and fired after the accident. His wife divorced him immediately.”
“To top it off, he was so depressed that he drank himself numb. One night, he left the stove on and burned his house down. He literally lost everything,” Reed finished. “It doesn’t take much to get that line of destruction going, Britt. We’ll talk more tonight. Let’s get outta here. I don’t want us to be up too late.”
“I think I got it, Reed. I’ve heard enough to last me a lifetime,” Britt yawned.
“Trust me, it won’t kill you to hear a little more,” Reed responded, standing.
Brittany rolled her eyes. “That’s what you think,” she muttered under her breath as she followed the two men to the car.
Chapter Four
“Hello, Harry. How’s my favorite boy? Your face is filthy. What have you been eating?” Brittany asked, heading straight for the meowing bird. Harry ruffled his feathers and climbed onto her shoulder, rubbing against her hair as he wiped off his beak that was covered with seed husks.
“Do I have to start meowing to get that kind of attention? Or not wipe my face every time I eat?” Reed asked, putting his keys and wallet away.
“Maybe. You certainly ruffle your feathers enough.”
“Are you calling me a birdbrain?”
“If the shoe fits…”
“Sit down, brat. Do you want anything?”
“Just for you to finish your stupid lecture, so that we can make out. I need me some serious lovin' tonight. Maybe a bit more than just kissin'?” Brittany asked in a sultry tone as she sent a seductive smile his way.
Reed felt his manhood stir, remembering the warning that Brett had sent his way. He cleared his throat, “We will not be doing any of that tonight, young lady. I am in official sponsor capacity. By the way, nice show.”
“What do you mean by that?” Brittany asked heatedly as he sat across from her and leaned his elbows on his knees to study her face.
“Getting the group to rally around you. Oldest trick in the book when you want to manipulate people.”
“I’m not manipulating anyone. They’re nice.”
“I saw the smirk, little one. I also specialize in getting answers from people who don’t like to give them. Most people talk more with their bodies than with their mouths, anyway.”
“You never seem to stop talking with your mouth, Reed. Whatever happened to the strong and silent type?”
“I’m going to be very silent tonight. You will be the one making noise this time.”
“Pardon me?”
“Follow me. I want to show you something.” Reed stood up and walked to the back door. Brittany put Harry on his perch and followed, looking bored. They ventured into the well-lit back yard and stood in front of the small workshop. Reed opened the door and gently pushed Brittany inside as he flipped on the light.
“What is this place?” she asked, looking around. It was clean, with a carpeted floor, a large wooden chair, a sawhorse and a wooden cabinet with several drawers.
“Have you ever heard of a woodshed, Britt?”
“Yeah. It’s where people store wood and do wood working stuff, duh. So?”
“The back area of this little workshop is where I keep all my tools and equipment. This front section is my woodshed. A woodshed was a place where, back in the day, delinquent children were taken to be disciplined. Far away from the main house where the family couldn’t hear them cry.”
“What the hell are you talking about? I…” Brittany suddenly paled, understanding Reed’s statement. “No way, mister! You are not going to punish me!”
“Quite the contrary, that is exactly what I am going to do. Did you remotely even stop to consider that fact that had you tested positive, you could go to jail? You are on a probationary period, and you blew it.”
“You can’t!”
“Brett and I decided that we would, if you would pardon the expression, take the law into our own hands. You will face the consequences of your choices tonight, Miss Wallace. Let’s get started. I want you to bend over that sawhorse and get that bottom high in the air.”
“I will do no such thing!” Brittany exclaimed adamantly, turning to leave.
Reed blocked her path and calmly locked the door. He placed the key high out of Brittany’s reach. “You will comply. I am going to make certain that you think twice before you smoke again.”
“I’ll press charges for assault if you lay one finger on me! I swear I will!” Brittany threatened as he slowly approached her, backing her into a corner. He pressed his hands on either side on the wall and looked down firmly into her angry eyes.
“Once again, get your terms straight. When I spank you, it is battery, not assault. Would you seriously want to expose the fact that you received a good, old-fashioned, bare bottomed spanking to the courtroom?”
“This is non-consensual!” Brittany hissed.
“Would you rather go to jail? I can arrange that immediately.”
“You fuckin’ scumbag!”
“That’s not a nice way to speak to someone who wants to help you. Now, make your decision. Either I discipline you for smoking, or I take you to the station on a probation violation.”
“You can’t do that!”
“Wanna bet?” Reed asked calmly, studying the woman trapped between his arms and the wall. “Well?”
“I want to go home. L
et Brett deal with me,” Brittany trembled, her resolve weakening under his powerful gaze.
“Britt, I want to have a relationship with you, and unless I gain your respect, it is not going to happen. This is how things are going to be, so get used to it.”
“I hate you,” Brittany whispered, lower lip quivering.
“I don’t hate you. Believe me, there are other things I would rather be doing with you right now, but to ignore this would only cause you more harm. I care too much for you to allow that,” Reed said in a soft, rumbling voice, wanting to bite and kiss that sweet little trembling lip. “Now obey me. Over the sawhorse.”
Brittany stifled a cry as she reluctantly bent her body over the wooden bar of the sawhorse frame, straining to balance herself as she tiptoed on the floor. Her eyes widened as she noticed eye hooks on either leg, and she gasped as Reed clapped handcuffs to her wrists and attached them to the hooks.
“Oh my God, what the hell are you doing?” she demanded, panicking. Reed walked around her, running his hand across the small of her back and her bottom.
“I’m hoping that this will be the worst spanking that I will ever be forced to give you, Britt. You have a choice, though. The razor strop or the birch. Which one?”
Britt peered up at him from her restraints, an expression of both humiliation and fright painted over her face. Reed held a heavy, wide leather strap in one hand and a small handful of thin brown twigs in the other. Having never been exposed to either, Brittany chose the least threatening.
“Fine! The sticks,” she snapped. “And after today, I never want to speak to you again, you bastard.”
“You’ll speak to me, honey. Much more than you have been doing. This is going to clear the air and get you focused on the right direction for your life. As your sponsor and your friend, I need to let you know that there are ramifications for bad choices. Can you suggest one?”
“You are an asshole.”
“No, that has nothing to do with your poor decisions. This, Miss Wallace, is how things are going to go tonight,” Reed leaned over to look at her. “I ask you a question. You answer it. Answer correctly, and you get one stroke. Answer incorrectly or try to shift blame, and you get two. Show me an uncooperative or bad attitude, and then you get three. Got it?”
“You are unbelievable. What a fucker.”
“That’s three. I will let you leave your jeans on for these first ones to give you an idea of what to expect if you continue to show a bad and unrepentant attitude,” Reed sighed, standing up and aiming for her generous mounds. Brittany’s eyes immediately teared as she felt the cut of the first stroke across her bottom. The sting was dreadful! The second swipe came, and she yelled out as she tried to escape. Unable to move from her uncomfortable position, she howled as the third stroke landed neatly against the backs of her thighs.
“That hurts!” she yipped, “Please, no more!”
“I'm sorry, baby girl, but we are just beginning. You have become too important in my life for me to let you destroy yourself or hurt someone else. Now, what are the ramifications of smoking dope?”
“I could go to jail,” Brittany growled, struggling to escape.
“Yes, you could go to jail. That’s one,” Reed responded, pulling back his arm and swishing the birch bundle across her bottom. Brittany whimpered, squirming desperately as she tried to avoid the stinging burn. “Give me another scenario.”
Brittany burst into tears by the time she named two more. Reed ignored the sobs, pressing her to continue to list the consequences of her drug use, getting caught, how it affected her future, and how it hurt her health and her relationships. She jiggled her bottom wildly as though she had been sitting in a bramble of nettles, trying to shake off the pain from the deeply biting lashes. Her wriggling made Reed lick his lips with desire, and his cock began to grow as he thought of ways to make use of that beautiful, well-switched behind.
“I know this hurts, baby. Like I told you, I hope we will never have to come to this again. Can you think of anything else, Britt?” he asked softly, squatting on the ground to look into her tear-stained face.
“Just how good it would be to see you in a body bag,” she spat in one last-ditch effort to feign indifference. His face dropped in sadness.
“Now, now… you were doing so well with minding your manners. I’m sorry, but you’ve earned this,” Reed sighed, standing. He reached around her waist to unzip her jeans and peel them away from the polka-dotted backend. Her panties followed as he gently ran his hand over the multitude of tiny dots and welts left by the birch bundle.
“Get your hands off me, you pervert!” she screamed at him, kicking unsuccessfully in her restraints.
“Why do you insist on being such an unrepentant little shrew, Britt? That’s six you just earned for being rude. Count them.”
Brittany could not utter a legible word as she shrieked wildly while trying to escape the well-aimed blows of Reed’s birch. Her bottom, now completely vulnerable, quickly turned a deep scarlet, and the angry lashes glowed brightly against the occasional patches of white. Reed put the birch down, knowing she was not going to be able to sit comfortably for a day or two. Hopefully, she was learning something.
“Is the high worth this? Is it worth not getting a job or hurting your brother? Is it worth losing your family and everything you’ve ever known? Is it worth the pain you are causing me by making me do this to you?”
“No,” Brittany sobbed pathetically into the side of her arm. “I'm so sorry, Reed. Please forgive me. Please!”
“I’m going to release you. I want you to stand up and walk over to me, then lay down over my lap. We will then finish this. Do you understand?” he asked, releasing her from the handcuffs.
“Yes, Reed,” Brittany cried, struggling to stand on shaking legs. Reed suppressed a smile as she blushed furiously while reaching to cover her pussy with her hands. Her bush was neatly trimmed to the shape of a heart, and she was completely devoid of any tan lines. She looked pitiful as she hobbled over to where he sat on a tall chair and draped her body across the span of his thighs. Reed smiled softly, adjusting her body over his knees so that her bottom was high in his view, showing him the moist, pale fold of her darkly furred womanhood.
“Have you ever shaved all this off? I bet it would be beautiful to look at.”
He watched as Brittany turned every color of red that existed, her wetness showing him that she desired the feel of his fingers on the very folds he was blatantly staring at.
“You are one sick bastard, know that?” she responded hoarsely.
Reed was silent, contemplating his next move. “You just don't learn, do you? Stand up, Brittany. Put your hands on top of your head and widen your stance. We are going to play Drug Bust.”
“What? I’m no criminal!”
“Actually, you are. Do as you are told, or the penalty will be much more severe than the rest of the spanking you will get when I am done.”
Damn, this women knew how to glare! Reed mused, watching her push herself to her feet and ‘assume the position’ of an arrestee. Bare from the waist down, her skin flushed as he walked around her body and paused to touch her crimson, aching cheeks before squatting in front of her to fully view her moist mound. He reached forward to wrap a tiny curl around his index finger and tugged slightly. He noticed her wincing at his forwardness, and he was completely observant of the juices as they began to wet the inside of her thighs.
“I don’t like masks, and I don’t like anything being hidden from me. This,” he gently tugged as her curls, “is hiding something. It needs to come off.”
“I don’t want to shave it. I like it this way.”
“You are under my custody now, Miss Wallace. You are just a naughty little criminal who needs to learn the consequences of her actions,” Reed’s voice was deep and husky, sated in lust. “It is my job to teach you how to be a model citizen, and we will start here. At this lovely little bush. Keep your hands on your head and walk outside to the
pool. There are bar stools next to the BBQ. I want you to sit on one and spread your legs wide. Make certain that this,” he cupped her wet pussy in his hand, “is hanging over the edge. I will be right back, and I expect you to be waiting obediently for me.”
* * *
Brittany gulped, trying to hide her unexpected excitement. Despite the agonizing burning on her buttocks, she felt a warm tingle nestling in the center of her thighs as she exited the woodshed to obey. Her heart pounded, being exposed in the open as she was, knowing that all a curious neighbor had to do was peak thorough the thick hedge and see her. She felt Reed’s eyes following her movement as she tried to gracefully climb up onto the hard stool without the use of her hands and lock her body in place for his examination. She found that she had to anchor her feet through the round foot bar to steady herself, forcing her pussy to be spread as wide as her thighs. A deep blush covered her body, and she shivered, waiting.
Reed returned fifteen minutes later. By that time, Brittany’s body was screaming for release from both the confines of her uncomfortable position as well as her sexual throbbing. She swallowed nervously as he studied her features while placing a tray on the top of the bar.
“Criminals must face punishment for misdeeds, Brittany. The birching you received earlier was for your drug use. It is to be a reminder as to what will happen should you make a bad choice again and fail to call one of us for help. This discipline is to show you that your body is vulnerable to give into its cravings, and that you are powerless to control it. This,” he touched her wetness, “proves how powerless you are. Even in the midst of the humiliation and the pain your bottom is experiencing, you are still a victim of your own needs. Spread wider. I want to look at you.”
“Oh my God, Reed… This is so embarrassing! Anyone could see us and…”
“Hmm, you are right. Anyone could see us, and you would be exposed to another set of eyes. Remember, people are always watching us in one way or another. You need to know that there will be some who are sadly waiting to see you fail in your quest and others, like Brett and me, who wait to see you succeed. Let me turn on the pool lights. I need a clearer view.”
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