Unanticipated Complications
Abigail Webster
(2012)
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Unanticipated Complications
By Abigail Webster
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Chapter One
Fredrika Collins took a powerful swing and then cursed out loud as her fist connected with the impossibly hard surface of Barrett Jamison’s stomach! By her estimation, Barrett should be lying on the ground, puking his guts out, but of course, she was the one who was shaking her hand, trying to ebb the flow of pain from her fingers all the way up to her shoulder. Freddy was so busy trying not to cry that she didn’t realize she was in trouble until it almost was too late! When Barrett forced his way on in and slammed the door to Freddy’s hotel room and advanced on her, the look in his dark eyes clearly warned that he intended to murder her, or something close! Freddy wasn’t taking any chances; she quickly ran and locked herself in the bathroom. “You go away and leave me alone, Barrett Jamison! You were not supposed to follow me up here!” She was unholy mad at the man! He’d deceived her and let her get her hopes up for the rest of the evening, and then lowered the boom on her and upset her plans! Freddy couldn’t remember the last time she was so angry, and her brain was calling him every name imaginable!
“Your Daddy wants you to come home, Freddy. Now open the door and stop acting like a child.”
His voice was deep and sexy and only served to remind her that he wasn’t interested in her as a woman! “No, I won’t. You go away, or better still, go and tell Daddy to fuck off!” There was an ominous silence from the other side of the door, a click, and then the bathroom door effortlessly swung open. The bathroom was not large and there was nowhere to go. Freddy fought like a wildcat when the man reached for her, calling him every vile name she could think of while she resisted being pulled out of the small room.
Her cursing was par for the course when she lost her temper, but to Barrett’s ears, it was most shocking to hear a young woman of Fredrika’s years and privileged upbringing cursing worse than some of the hardened criminals he’d dealt with when on the police force. “Settle down, young lady,” he scolded. “I’m bigger than you, stronger than you, and if you try to bite me again, I’m going to retaliate and put some marks on your body.” Two seconds later he felt her teeth on his forearm, and she refused to let go. In self-defense he raised his right arm and brought the palm of his hand down on her scantily clad ass.
Freddy opened her mouth to howl at the indignity of the spank, and that was when Barrett picked her up and carried her from the bathroom and to the bed. “I’ll kill you slowly if you dare to rape me!” she yelled as loudly as she possibly could, but the rooms at The Jamison boasted of soundproofing, not that the spoiled redhead was aware of that. She was simply angry, and when she was angry, she raised her voice and yelled. When Barrett didn’t answer her she felt the first stirrings of fear. She’d never been with a man before, in spite of the way she dressed and partied and talked, and Freddy didn’t want her first time to be an act of violence against her. “No, don’t hurt me!” she whimpered, truly frightened.
Barrett didn’t take the time to reassure her of his intentions. He’d never forced himself on a woman before and he wasn’t about to start now, especially with one as young as Fredrika Collins. No, he had other plans, and the little brat wasn’t going to like those either. He took a seat on the down comforter, and then jerked her face down over his left thigh. Barrett shook his head when the flashy red garment she called a dress hiked up to her waist, baring her to his gaze. She was wearing a skimpy thong that left her creamy white butt cheeks all bare and ready for the spanking he intended to meet out.
Freddy suddenly fathomed what he intended to do to her and she was insulted beyond words! “You stop this right now, Barrett Collins! I’m not a child! I’m not a little girl! Spanking is barbaric and outdated and simply not done these days! If you dare to strike me, I promise I will tell Daddy, and he will have you staked out over an ant hill and castrated! I promise you he will!” When her words didn’t earn her release, she renewed her struggles, but it was too late. His left arm was wrapped tightly around her body and he had her right arm pinned to her side. Her left arm was free, but she couldn’t reach any part of him while in this position. She tried kicking her legs, hoping to throw him off balance and weaken his grip on her, but he merely tucked her legs beneath his and she was trapped! “Don’t you dare—Ouch!” Freddy couldn’t help crying out when his hand connected with her tender flesh. It hurt, and she felt her face turn red with mortification. She couldn’t believe that he was daring to spank her! It was beyond humiliating!
“If your father would have done this a few times when you were growing up, Fredrika, you wouldn’t find yourself in this position now. You are nothing but a spoiled… inconsiderate… foolish… little… brat!” He spanked her with each word, hoping to make an impression.
“You lied to me!” she accused, tears filling her eyes as she tried to block the pain he was responsible for. His hand seemed relentless as he continued to slap her bare cheeks. She felt like her skin was on fire; she’d never felt a burn like it, not even when she fell asleep tanning and ended up with a burn on her sensitive skin. No, this was much worse! “Stop it, damn you! Your mother must have lain with a dog to produce such a bastard as you!” She hoped the words hurt him enough that he would release her, but they had the opposite effect, much to her dismay.
“When I finish this spanking, little girl, you are getting your mouth soaped for that bit of nastiness.” Barrett did his best to keep his temper under control as he meted out the punishment he felt she deserved. She’d literally come on to him downstairs in the lounge, and she wasn’t even old enough to be hanging out in there! Fred Jamison would fire whoever allowed his little girl to hang out in the lounge, drinking and gambling as if she were of a legal age to be doing so. Not only could he lose his gambling and liquor licenses, he could face heavy fines if the law came in and found Freddy there, even if she was the owner’s daughter. Fred Jamison would be furious. “You had some nerve showing up in the lounge, Fredrika! You are underage!” He punctuated his words with the palm of his hand and had the satisfaction of hearing her howl in pain.
“I don’t know what you are talking about; you didn’t seem to mind when you first tried to pick me up… before I found out who you were!” Freddy was hurt. The han
dsome man seemed to desire her… until he learned she was Fred Jamison’s daughter! Then he went all paternal, ordering her upstairs as if he was the injured party! “I hate you!” she screamed. “You are hurting me!”
“Good. This so-called dress isn’t what a girl your age should be wearing.” He slapped her ass again for emphasis.
“Fuck you and the high horse you rode in on!” Freddy was furious. She knew the dress was perfectly fine and she looked good in it. She took good care of her body and she enjoyed wearing nice clothing. “I’m going to see you dead for this!” she promised, meaning each and every word. He had some nerve!
“You just don’t know when to shut up, do you? I’ve never seen anyone who needed a thorough spanking more than you do, Fredrika. I promise that you are not going to sit down for at least a week without thinking of this lesson.” He was done talking now. Barrett was determined to give the bratty redhead the thrashing she so desperately needed. His hand moved lower, turning her upper thighs a deep dark red to match her ass cheeks. Then he concentrated on the area in between.
Freddy begged him to stop; she promised him all sorts of things if only he would quit punishing her. She even promised she would go home as her father wanted her to do. None of her promises earned her a reprieve. She started sobbing, feeling more helpless than she had ever felt in her entire lifetime! Barrett seemed determined to break her, and she was incapable of stopping him. And to think she'd begun to think that he was the one to show her what making love was all about! He’d seemed like such a gentleman and he was considerate of her. It didn’t hurt any that he was handsome, but he didn’t seem to realize that his looks were well above average. She’d liked that. Now she simply wanted him to disappear. He was hurting her, treating her like a child! It wasn’t fair, and if her father thought this was the way to get her to come home, then he was crazy as could be and she wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of doing what he wanted of her. She deserved the right to plan and live her own life without the permission of Fred Jamison hanging over her head.
“I am going to release you now, Fredrika, and you are going to march yourself straight into the bathroom where you are going to get your mouth soaped.”
He put her on her feet. “You have no right to treat me like this!” she said, trying to stop crying so that she could look at him. “I am going to have you arrested and thrown in jail.” It was a statement of fact, and she meant the words with every fiber of her being. “My father might think he owns me and the right to tell me what to do, but not even Fred Jamison can bend the law to his will, and neither can you, Barrett Collins…! Leave my room.” She held out one arm and pointed toward the door.
Barrett shook his head in disgust before he rose to his feet and took her by her outstretched arm and pushed her toward the bathroom. Freddy fought with him, of course. He slapped her sore ass and she stopped resisting, even though she kept scolding him.
“How much did my father promise to pay you for abusing me, Barrett? Is it enough to pay you for all the years you are going to spend in prison for mistreating me?” she demanded. “He has no right to send you here to bring me home when I don’t want to go. He isn’t a King and I am not his subject. I have my own life to live.”
“Little girl, you are going home and I guarantee that I’m going to give your father some good, old-fashioned advice about how to keep you in line.” They were now standing in front of the sink. Barrett took hold of one of the small bars of hotel soap, unwrapped it, and then wet it and created a lather. “Open your mouth.”
The order was issued in the deep voice that she’d found so attractive earlier. Now she found him and his voice loathsome and to be feared! He ordered her to obey him once more and Freddy shook her head ‘no’. There was no way she was going to let him put the bar of soap in her mouth. She knew it tasted bad and the man had no right to punish her in this way. Suddenly, his hard hand slapped her burning bottom once again and Freddy cried out in pain. That was all the time that Barrett needed to shove the bar inside her mouth. When she tried to spit it out, he kept his hold on the soap, shoving it even further inside her mouth in spite of her efforts to squirm away. It tasted even worse than she imagined it would! She stomped her feet and kept trying to twist away, but Barrett held the soap, and he had his hand wrapped around the back of her neck, keeping her right where he wanted her.
“This soap is staying right where it is, little girl, until you stand perfectly still and accept the punishment. The time doesn’t start until you do!”
He meant it! She either had to stand still and accept the soaping or he would never allow her to spit the evil stuff out of her mouth. She felt as though she was going to be sick, but Freddy prided herself on being smart. As unpleasant as it was, and as much as it went against the grain, she forced herself to stand completely still and stop resisting Barrett. He smugly nodded in satisfaction, looking at his watch. “Two minutes.”
Her green eyes narrowed and Barrett could see she was furious with him. He didn’t care. It was time she was taken in hand for her own good. A nineteen year old girl shouldn’t be running loose in Vegas, and she shouldn’t be drinking and gambling, even if it was daddy’s casino. Fred was going to fire a few people, but the one he needed to ‘fire’ was his daughter. He needed to set a fire on her cute backside and then lock her in her bedroom until she grew up. He was embarrassed that he’d found her by accident, and even worse that he’d been attracted to her. That was before she reacted in outrage when she learned his full name and realized he worked for her father. Things went downhill fast when he realized that she was the runaway he was sent to bring home.
It was utterly humiliating to stand there with the soap in her mouth. It was stinging the delicate tissues inside her mouth, and the taste was making her gag. Surely two minutes had passed by now! Barrett seemed mesmerized by the sight of her meekly standing there and she would love to see him with soap hanging out of his mouth! She knew that he was testing her and hoping for an excuse to extend the punishment.
“All right, Fredrika, you can spit out the soap and rinse your mouth. I’ll give you five minutes and then you will come into the other room and I’ll have a corner ready for you to stand in. You need some time to think and to accept the fact that you are going home.”
“I am not going anywhere, Mr. Collins, except to the nearest police station to file charges.” She was perfectly serious and Barrett gave her a withering look that told her precisely what he thought of the idea.
“If you do that, you’ll learn that nineteen year old girls are not permitted to drink and gamble, Freddy. You’ll be the one in trouble once they learn I was sent here to fetch you home.” He knew that the officers would be pleased that they weren’t the ones having to deal with the spoiled brat.
“You will be kidnapping me if you try that, Mr. Collins. I am not nineteen years old.” It was suddenly making sense. Her father lied to get his way… nothing new, of course.
“Don’t lie to me unless you want another soaping and a spanking with my belt!” he threatened her.
“Lie to you? I think you’d better check your facts, Mr. Collins. Daddy Dearest is the one doing the lying, and the only reason he wants me to come home is to pick a husband for me. I won’t have it.”
She slammed the bathroom door in his face, and he heard the lock click once again, even though it hadn’t kept him out earlier!!! Barrett stared at the door for a few seconds and then walked over to the bed and picked up the purse she’d been carrying earlier that evening. He looked for her driver’s license and his dark eyes widened in shocked surprise when he saw the date of her birth. If the ID was correct, and there was no sign that it had been forged, Freddy was twenty-four years old… Five years older than Fred claimed when he sent him after her. What the hell!
Freddy gently brushed her teeth, trying to get the terrible soap taste out of her mouth. Her stomach was rolling and she doubted she would be over the soaping by tomorrow. It was so humiliating. Her mouth was raw
and her butt was raw, too. Her skin burned like fire and the dress that felt so sexy earlier now scraped her cheeks like sandpaper! Her heart hurt, too, as she finally permitted herself to think of her father. It was just like him to lie to get his way, and if she went to the law, he would do his level best to convince the police that she was mentally ill, or doing drugs… Somehow he would use it against her. Didn’t he have enough already without trying to marry her into a family that was equally wealthy in order to gain even more prestige and power?
Chapter Two
Barrett studied the ID again, and if it was a fake, it was a damn good fake. But, why would Fred lie about this? Barrett shook his head, trying to figure out what was going on. If Freddy was telling him the truth, and she was actually twenty-four years old, then she had every right to do as she pleased. While five years didn’t make much difference in some areas, it was a huge big deal when it came to nineteen versus twenty-four. He needed the truth and he needed it now.
Barrett walked to the bathroom door. “Freddy, open up. We need to talk.” He was beginning to think he was going to have to pick the lock again when the door suddenly opened. The look in her green eyes did not bode well for him. “Is this a fake?” he asked, holding out her driver’s license, and then added, “Don’t lie to me if you value your hide.” He was pissed and he didn’t like feeling as though he’d made a huge mistake.
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