by Megan McCoy
So he didn’t blame her when during midterms, she snapped. He really couldn’t even remember what it was over anymore. Basically, he knew, she was stressed out and horny and frustrated. Since he wasn’t going to throw her on her back and pound into her, like they both needed, till vows had been said, he did the next best thing. He grabbed her by the arm, flipped her adorable self over his lap and started smacking her waitress-uniformed butt. He felt her shock as her brain suddenly comprehended what her bottom felt.
“Stop!” she screeched while her bottom wiggled, trying to dodge his steadily falling hand. “What are you doing?”
“Figure it out,” he told her as calmly as he could. If it hadn’t been the first time for both of them, he would have known a little more, started a little more gently, given her a warm up, but all he knew then was yank and spank. So he smacked, not as hard as he could but hard enough that she reacted as if he was hitting her with a two by four instead of his hand.
“No! Stop!” she screeched, and even in the midst of spanking her, he could admire how fine her wriggling bottom looked.
He would have loved to jerk up her skirt and pull down her panties, but knew it wasn’t yet time. It was time, though to let her know who was boss and what would be tolerated, or not, and how she would behave. He didn’t know how to spank—he knew how he’d been spanked, he’d heard his mom howl from the bedroom, but he’d never witnessed a spanking. In youthful vigor, he decided quantity sure beat quality and hauled away. Surprised at how hard she fought him, trying to roll off his lap, kicking her feet, attempting to block him with her hands, he thwarted her every move and held her tight, caught her small hands in his, draped his leg over her kicking ones so her ass was even more vulnerable to his big hard hands.
Methodically, he brought his hand down, over and over, rather enjoying the thwack, thwack, thwack sound it made over her skirt and panties, and couldn’t wait to do this to her bare bottom. He couldn’t imagine how she’d take that, when this made her squall like a scalded cat. But, he’d deal with that later.
“No more! Stop! Please! Okay!” She yelled, while he controlled her frantic struggles.
But he wasn’t done and didn’t want to be done yet. He wanted to feel heat through her skirt, to know she understood the lesson he delivered. So he didn’t stop, despite how she begged. The smacks rained down, and he could tell she went into full panic mode. Good. Another endorphin release for her. He might not be a college student like she was, but he knew some things.
All of a sudden she stopped fighting him and just went limp and broke into deep huge sobs, seemingly barely able to catch her breath.
Suddenly he panicked, too. Crap. What had he done? Immediately, he pulled her up, onto his lap, held her close, and cuddled her tight.
“Shh,” he whispered in her ear while she clung to him and sobbed. Shit. She was going to break up with him. Leave him forever. What had he done? He rubbed her back as she soaked his shirt with her tears. “It’s okay. I’ve got you.” What kind of idiot was he that he thought this was how to treat his woman?
“I’m sorry,” she sobbed out a bit later after she’d calmed some. “I won’t do it again.”
Well, he wasn’t expecting that, but okay. Apparently, he’d done the right thing, after all. He accomplished what he’d set out to do.
“It’s okay. It’s over. I love you.” He hugged her hard, feeling her softness against him.
“I love you, too,” she sniffled, finally calming some. “But damn, you spank too hard.”
Jeb couldn’t help it, he laughed. Full-blown laugh aloud sound of relief. “You feel better now?” he asked.
“Everywhere but my bottom,” she whined. “It hurts.”
“I’m sorry,” He said, and pulled her even closer, loving the way she melted into him. “After we’re married, I’ll rub it for you. Put some lotion on there, make it all better.”
“Promise?” she said softly, looking up at him with huge tear filled eyes.
Well, all he could do was kiss her, wasn’t it? So he did.
* * * * *
“Why does it make me feel better than you know what you are doing?” she asked, trying not to shake or pee her pants. She couldn’t remember when she felt this nervous last. She wanted it to happen almost as much as she wanted it to be over. Hopefully she wouldn’t make a fool out of herself.
“Experience is a good thing. So is your first time,” he gave her hand a squeeze and pulled her into the closest barn. Here? With a few smooth movements, he shut the door and then blocked with a huge hay bale. Straw bale? She still didn’t know the difference. It smelled good whatever it was. Good thing, because if what she thought was going to happen, happened here, she’d be sniffing it fairly soon. What was she supposed to do? Surely he’d tell her. He sat down on the low bale and told her “Drop your jeans.”
Staring at him as if he were a creature from Mars, she felt paralyzed. No way could she do that.
“If you’re wearing panties you can leave them on, but the jeans come down,” he said again. “Don’t make me do it for you.”
Shivering, her hand went to her jeans button, her eyes leaving his face and suddenly downcast. She didn’t want this. But she’d always dreamed about it and was finally getting it. At least she wanted the experience and who knew when she’d get it again? Not her. But still, this was kind of silly.
Suddenly she wailed, “I’m dating a grandpa! I shouldn’t need spanked!”
Jeb chuckled, “And yet a spanking is just what you are going to get. From this grandpa. Now do what you are told. Drop the pants.”
Fumbling fingers worked the button on her jeans, and slowly she unzipped her pants. Was this really happening? Was she not a grown woman – a professional woman – who had managed quite well all these years without a spanking? Of course she was. But, here she was, shimmying her jeans down – how far did he want them down? - like child, getting ready for spanking. Next thing she’d be standing the corner… oh no. He better not make her do that.
Suddenly, to her surprise, he’d grabbed her arm and pulled her over his lap, making her shriek. That was awkward. Was she too heavy? Would she hurt his knees? Her head brushed the ground and her arms scrambled to hold it off the straw (hay?) covered floor. This never happened in the romance novels!
“I like the orange,” he said approvingly. “Next time we can go for red, and I’ll match your butt to the color. Oh, wait, next time, your bare butt will be on display for me.”
Cassandra knew she’d never been this mortified in her life. Never. Not once. Even when she’d tripped in the high school cafeteria and fell flat onto her food tray in front of kids who didn’t let her forget it for years.
Happily, she forgot about that incident a second later when his hand came down firmly on her poised rear. Okay. That didn’t hurt too much. Stung a little, maybe. The noise echoed in the empty barn, and for some reason that embarrassed her too. She vowed to be as still as she could and just take what he wanted to give her. She could do this. He wouldn’t really hurt her.
Without saying a word, he swatted her about ten more times, then paused a second while she panted and hoped it was over. She handled that with a bit of grace and dignity, perhaps? But nope. He started again, this time much firmer and much harder and while she tried to be quiet, still and stoic, dignified, she couldn’t help the whimpering that finally escaped.
Then the wiggles started, she just needed to move this spot away from his hand. That’s all it was. Just he needed to not smack her there. He pulled her closer to him and continued the relentless rain of his hand on her defenseless bottom that never did anything to anyone!
“Ow!” she squealed and wiggled harder, “okay! Okay!”
“I’ve heard ‘okay’ before and all it means is I’m getting your attention,” he said and smacked her harder again.
“Who else would I pay attention to!” she all but wailed. She didn’t want to wail. She wanted to be strong and accept but oh man, it hurt! One h
and continued to brace herself and hold her head up off the barn floor but the other one flew back to shield her poor defenseless bottom. Just for a second! She needed a break! Let her catch her breath, regain her composure.
He had obviously seen this move before because her hand was grabbed and held at the small of her back and she felt even more helpless and vulnerable. Now she had no way to protect herself. Feeling a small wave of panic come over her, she began to kick her feet. Could she kick the burn out that threatened to engulf her.
“I’ll be good! No more!” Those sounded like good stop the spanking words, she thought.
Yet, it didn’t stop. His hand thwacked her poor behind, again and again in some sort of rhythm that made her wonder if he was thinking of a county song. Between her wildly kicking legs, and her jerking wiggles, she wondered how he could even find her bottom. It had to be waggling at him like a hot burning sun. Which made no sense, but she wasn’t feeling very sensible. In fact, all she wanted was for it to stop. Now!
Her bottom burned, she felt sobs building up in her chest and suddenly they erupted. Dammit, she did not want to cry! Or kick, or beg or wiggle like child, but what else could she do? Her bottom burned and she’d never felt so helpless in her life. Now, she suddenly understood how Sherry had felt all those many times. How had she stood it? It hurt so much and there was nothing you could do to stop it. Words didn’t work and the tears just flowed and she couldn’t move her poor abused bottom away from his hand.
Just as suddenly as she had found herself over his lap, she found herself on her feet. How did he do that, she wondered, but gratefully grabbed her butt and rubbed frantically, trying to rub the burn out. She rose up on her toes and down again, and rubbed and sniffled and then threw herself into his waiting arms. “I’m sorry!” she sobbed. “I’m sorry! I’ll be good!”
Jeb rubbed her back until she calmed. She’d gotten so she really liked that move of his. As long as he didn’t stop her hands from soothing her bottom anyway.
“I know,” he said gently, and pulled her closer to him. “You feel better now?”
Oddly enough she did. She felt freer and much less stressed. And horny as hell. Tears still streaming down her face, nose sniffling, she reluctantly pulled her hands away from her burning bottom and grabbed his face. Kissing him hard, she pressed her body to his, jeans still at her knees and felt him, full and throbbing against her.
Breaking the wet and wild tongue dance, she looked into his eyes, and said one word, “Please?” and began fumbling with his belt.
What the hell? How did a person undo a belt… whatever they were called? This huge big thing on the front of his buckle? Instead of it? “Please? Now?” she whimpered again. “Now?”
Pleading. The man just made her beg, apparently. There were worse things to do though, because it seemed to work.
“You sure?” he asked and moved her hands to undo his belt. As soon as he got his jeans unzipped, she yanked his pants down and fell to her knees. Yes. She must taste him.
Warm and manly and salty and earthy and wide and strong and long and thick and her mouth slid about halfway down and she vowed to learn the art of not gagging. She’d have to if she were to do this often. She wanted to do this often. She hoped it was a skill she could learn. Surely it was.
Suddenly—did the man do anything slowly—he yanked her to her feet. She looked down at her sturdy work boots and knew she didn’t want to waste the time to untie and unlace them, so, she simply shucked down the panties she so had been so very embarrassed about shucking down earlier, bent over and put her hands on the bale he’d been sitting on. Who the hell cared if it was hay or straw? She wanted man inside her now.
Bracing, expecting a ramming dick inside her, she gasped as a slow finger wiggled around, finding her clit, then another slid inside, making her suck in another breath.
“So wet for me,” he said, moving both fingers in a way that made it very challenging to stand still.
Her bottom still hot and throbbing wiggled toward him. She wanted. More than she ever had before.
“Please?” she begged in a tone thick with need and desire, and tried to spread her legs further despite her pants obstacle.
“You ready?” he asked, still moving his fingers.
Oh, yeah, he’d spank her with no permission but he wanted her to beg for this? So bending over and offering her pussy up to him wasn’t an invitation or permission? Now he needed words?
Her breath caught, and she ground herself harder on him. Oh, no, she was going to cum. What was he doing? Whatever it was, she hoped he wouldn’t stop. Her breath grew ragged as she tensed, waiting, then his fingers left and she felt a quick dip up and down of his dick and then a long solid slow thrust inside.
Yes. That. She couldn’t help it, she sank down, her knees against the bale. So, so good.
He smacked her butt hard, “Stand up!”
Whatever the man wanted. She straightened her knees per his sweet request and moaned as he sank further into her. Oh, it had been so long and this was so good….
“Yes,” she hissed as he began the age-old motion. “That!”
Her shirt was still on but she needed his hands on her tits. Needed him all over her. Damn shoes. She wanted to be flat on her back with her legs over his shoulders and to be pounded into oblivion. She never had been, but if anyone could do it, this man could.
Her brain shut down a few seconds later, and all she could think was sensation. Like waves against a cliff, the sensations built and grew and she could hear the slurp of the suction as he pulled in and out of her wetness. Her bottom tingled, then burned as he pounded against the hot tenderness he’d pounded in a few minutes before. Was there anything better than this? No. Nothing. She hoped it would go on forever.
But then she exploded all over herself. Throbs and moans, shudders, and shaking knees and then she felt him grow even bigger inside her as he gave a growl of completion.
Yes. This totally worked. She loved a spanking.
Chapter Six
“So, Dad, you want to talk to me about this… thing, you’re doing?” Matt looked over at him and Jeb didn’t smile but he wanted to.
“Going out with you to check fence?” He said, slowly.
“Don’t be dense. You know what I’m talking about, you messing around with Cassandra. Why?”
“Why? I don’t understand the question.” Jeb turned his horse north, and caught Matt shaking his head out of the corner of his eye.
“You never screw around with the help. You told Blaze you’d beat the hell of him if you caught him doing it. It’s not a good idea, and you know it. And it’s just not like you.” Apparently, Matt had been practicing thing speech for a few days.
“Think the old man’s getting demented? I’m not handing over the reins yet.” Jeb urged the horse up a bit. Was he worried? No. He knew what he was doing. He just needed to figure out how much he was going to tell Matt just yet. Probably Candy should be the first one he told.
“Not demented, Dad. Come on. But you have to admit this is highly unusual.”
“Candy is highly unusual,” he said slowly. “I’m having a good time, and there’s nothing wrong with that. I told Blaze that when he was sixteen and didn’t need to be messing around with anyone. Despite his big head that thought he was king of the ranch, and could have anything or anyone he wanted. You weren’t old enough to be a grandpa.”
Matt laughed, “I’m still not, and yeah, he did, didn’t he? Couldn’t tell the kid anything. Like Mom would have said, he thought he was all that and a stack of steaks.”
“She did like her steaks, and mixing her metaphors,” Jeb agreed. “But trust me, I know what I’m doing. Don’t I always?”
“You either seem to know what you’re doing all the time or you fake it real well,” Matt agreed. “Wish I did.”
“What, knew how to fake it?” Jeb was only half teasing. Was this conversation about something other than his more-than-fling with their general manager?
“Well, I’ve learned to temper mine with some common sense. He’s starting to get there. But there’s nothing wrong with you. Can’t see a damn thing you’re doing wrong, in fact.” Jeb missed the few years he’d chewed tobacco, suddenly. That sentence deserved a good hard spit for emphasis. Rose didn’t like it though, so he quit for her the day she announced her pregnancy with Matt.
“I know. I do okay. I guess I’m just missing me a woman, right now. I know I could go to town and pick one up, but thinking about a family again,” Matt said.
“Oh, hell, neither of us are ready to go through another few years like we did with Blaze,” Jeb said, and laughed. “That boy caused enough trouble for triplets.”
“Yeah, he did, but I missed a lot of his growing up time. Starting over with a baby doesn’t sound half bad,” Matt changed his tone from wistful to serious. “Dad, I don’t want to be raising a brother though. Just saying.”
“Not none of your never mind one way or the other, now is, it?” Jeb said calmly.
“Guess not but feels like it is,” Matt shot back.
“Find your own female. I’ll take care of mine, just fine,” Jeb wondered what it would be like to have a baby with Candy as they rode along in silence. He didn’t want to raise another kid at this age, but he would.
He and Rose had always wanted a houseful of kids. When she couldn’t have any more after Matt, they’d taken in a pair of foster daughters for a while that they’d both fallen in love with and hoped to adopt. They’d been there for three years, but sadly, their family had gotten help, and the court awarded the girls back, and they never heard from them again. Broke both their hearts and they just couldn’t do it again. So they filled their lives with Matt, their clients and friends. Rose planted flowers and cooked and they’d had a good life. But he, like Matt, was suddenly wanting more.