by Megan McCoy
He opened the door and held his hand out for her to take. “Don’t spank me, Eric,” she pleaded. “Please?”
“Too late. The spanking is a done deal, and so is the butt plug. Your choice. You decided. Drop the blanket.”
Crap. She’d all but forgotten she was naked under the blanket. Suddenly, he scooped her up and carried her to the back of the car. “Didn’t want your feet to get hurt,” he said, smiling at her. She almost smiled back when he told her again, “Drop the blanket.” Then he propped his foot up on the fender, and set the box and the lube on the back of the trunk.
“Seriously, Eric?” she tried her best wifely glare at him.
“Hey, sooner we get this done the sooner we can start enjoying our vacation,” he tugged at the blanket while she continued to glare and then did as she was told and dropped the blanket. The man did love to see her naked, she knew. No longer at all embarrassed by her nudity in front of him, she rather enjoyed his appreciation. He gave her an approving glance up and down and then took hold of her arm. “Up and over.”
She looked at his propped up leg on the car and knew she’d be ass up over it before the next minute passed.
Damn it.
Nothing more to do but do what he said. Stretching up on her tiptoes, she leaned against his leg and he boosted her up and over. She did not like this at all. Neither her hands nor feet touched the ground. She grabbed his other leg with one hand and the car with the other. He boosted her a bit more and spread her bottom cheeks while she tried to hold still so she didn’t fall.
He poked her bottom hole with a finger. “That is going to look so cute with the sparkle peeking out,” he said, with way too much satisfaction while she clenched as hard she could. Her breasts bobbled free over his leg and she was glad they weren’t big enough to give her a black eye when they started swinging in a few minutes.
“Ow!” she complained as his finger poked gently inside.
“You have only begun to think about ow,” he said and with one finger still inside her, his other hand came down hard on her bottom.
“Hey!” she tried not to wiggle. Then he started in earnest, hand peppering her bottom with sharp strong smacks that seemed to echo in the forest. “Ow! That hurts!”
“That was kind of my goal,” he said too calmly. She gripped his leg tighter and balanced her other hand better on the car when he continued smacking her upturned bottom. Finally, he removed his finger and she almost sagged in relief for almost a quarter of a second till she felt a sear of heat across her lower thighs.
“Not there! I have a swim suit!” she shrieked, not caring if there was anyone else in the woods or not.
“Oh, sorry, I forgot,” as he walloped her there one more time then went higher till she couldn’t help squirming, waving her feet in the air in a futile attempt to block his hand.
“No more please!” her bottom felt seared already. This was not much of a fun spanking!
He rained down four more on each cheek while she shrieked and wiggled. “You ready for me to stop and put in the butt plug?” He asked.
“Yes!” Anything to stop before she started bawling and begging and couldn’t sit for a week.
He didn’t stop though. “You sure? I can keep spanking if you want.”
“Please, please!”
“Please what, Holly? Tell me what you want,” he said in that teasing tone that drove her insane. He was so mean sometimes!
“Please stop!”
“And do what?”
He was not stopping! “Ow!” she yelled again. Being in the country was kind of cool. She could scream as much as she wanted, or needed to, and not worry about the neighbors calling the cops or something ridiculous like that.
Wiggling as hard as she could without falling off his knee, she tried to get an unsmacked spot under that relentlessly falling hand. She couldn’t take much more.
Just give in, she thought to herself.
“Please put it in!”
“Put what in where, Holly?”
She was going to smother him in his sleep. It was a plan. “Please put the plug in my bottom, please, please!”
Finally, he stopped and she went limp, panting and whimpering. Eric rubbed her bottom gently. “Okay, if you insist. I expect cooperation from you, understand?”
“Yes, yes! I understand,” she said as quickly as she could. Rubbing good. Spanking bad. Plus, she wanted up, not only did her bottom hurt but her stomach was starting to ache from being over his knee and all the blood had rushed to her head. She knew both sets of cheeks were going to be red when he finally let her up.
He could feel him reach over her for the lube and pop the lid. Biting her lip to keep from whimpering she felt herself being opened up for him.
“Spread your legs further,” he commanded and she did as she was told. Not that there was much room on his knee, though. His finger, this time slick with lube slid into her tight unwilling part and gently pumped up and down. Soon the second joined and she couldn’t help the involuntary clench and whimper and was rewarded with a sharp smack that made her forget the fullness in her bottom for a second. She could feel him trying to stretch her and bit her lip not to protest. His stretching seemed to go on forever and just when she thought she couldn’t take anymore, his fingers left and then two very hard smacks landed on her bottom and while she yelped and tried not to rub away the sudden fire, and she suddenly felt full again. Damn the man and his distraction techniques. She felt a bit of wiggling in her tight bottom hole, and then sudden was on her feet. This was not an enjoyable feeling at all. Her butt was sore everywhere and they still had hours to drive.
Clenching her fist, panting and rubbing her wet eyes, she looked up at him pitifully. “How long do I have to wear it?” If he thought he was going to vibrate it, the remote was going out the window the first chance she got to reach for it.
“Wear what? The blanket?” He tossed it at her and she scrambled for it. “You can get dressed before we get back on the interstate. No panties, though.”
“Not what I meant,” she pouted and lurched into his open arms.
“Oh, a few hours to start. When we get to the lodge, if you are a good girl, I’ll bend you over the bed and take it out.” He held her tightly till she relaxed in his arms.
“This is not going to be one of my favorite play toys,” she told him. A sudden gentle vibration made her start and squeal and pull out of his arms.
“I have the remote,” he said, with a too satisfied grin on his face. Holly couldn’t help it, she pulled back her bare foot and kicked his shin, then giggled and ran to the car while he chased her giving the remote frequent buzzes.
That was hours ago. But now they were at the cabin, no one else had arrived yet, and she could take no more of it. It just hurt. Not wanting another spanking though, she didn’t want to take it out herself without permission at least. Walking over to where Eric stood putting away coffee and cereal in the cabinet, she dramatically dropped her shorts, then bent over and grabbed her ankles, offering him a perfect bird’s eye view of his handiwork, her still splotchy bottom and the sparkling plug in her bottom.
“I’ve been so good, please take it out,” she begged.
“Stay right there,” he said, humor in his voice. “I have to go find the instruction book. Don’t think I know how.”
“Dammit, Eric, I’m going to count to three! One, two,” she started.
He roared laugher. “Never been threatened by someone in that position. It’s kind of hot.” He parted her cheeks further with one hand, rubbing her still sore bottom.
“I can so do more threats if it turns you on, big boy,” she whimpered even though he seemed to be playing with it way too much before he finally pulled it out. Her knees buckled as the relief hit. It was like hitting your head against the wall, it felt so good when you stopped.
“You okay?” he grabbed her and pulled her close, shorts puddling around her ankles and arms clinging tightly to him.
She nodded. “I
t’s not my favorite toy,” she began again, and then froze. “Someone’s here!” Frantically, she reached for her pants and turned away from the front door wiggling them up as the door opened.
Eric stood in front of her, blocking their view as he boomed out, “Liz! Ben! You finally made it!”
“Happy vacation!” Holly chirped from behind him as he quickly and discreetly handed her the butt plug and she happily and quickly tossed the nasty thing into the handy trashcan. She’d deal with any consequences over doing that later. It wasn’t going back inside her, no way, no how, and right now she had a sister-in-law to greet.
* * *
Matt smiled as he sauntered over to the mess hall for supper. He’d picked himself out a project. Ms. Liz Rhodes was there for two weeks and obviously a gorgeous but stressed out, single mom. After a couple days of foreplay, they would have a great time the rest of her vacation here.
He’d make sure that she went home all rested, relaxed, with a huge smile on her face, and a huge boost of self-confidence in her own attractiveness. It was a tough part of his job, but someone had to do it. Luckily, he was damn good at it.
“Hey, Mariah,” he called out to the head cook, a tall, athletic Serena Williams look alike. “Sure smells good in here.”
Smiling at him, gleam of sweat across her nose, she sniffed the back of her wrist delicately. “Eu de pork chops, I’m thinking.”
“Sounds great,” he said. Supper at Rose’s Ranch was always served family style, instead of the buffet that breakfast and lunch were served. Mariah had set it up that way because people tended to wander into breakfast, and then eat lunch at staggered times depending on their activities, but noticed everyone came into dinner about the same time. She thought family style felt cozier after the end of a long active day. It seemed to be. People sat at round tables, passing steaming bowls of food, while a large crisp salad and homemade rolls sat on the lazy Susan in the middle of the table. Uniformed teenagers discreetly refilled bowls, and took dirty plates away.
The ranch hands and the clients all ate together, and everyone seemed to enjoy it. Mariah said that the clients like to eat with the cowboys and the cowboys loved being drooled over. It seemed a winning proposition for everyone and just seemed to work. He noted the table with Liz and her family and casually wandered over to join them.
“I’m Matt Lyon,” he introduced himself to the table at large. Two men, three women, and a scowling teenager looking bereft without an electronic monitor in his hand looked up. That was one of the rules Candy had set up when she came to work as general manager, and then stayed to marry his dad and run around the house all but naked—no phones in the dining room. People needed to talk while they ate, but not to a screen. Didn’t bother him any, but it often took the clients a few rough days to adjust. By the end of their stay though, they often said it was one of the favorite parts of their day. He was glad to be part of the electronic unplugging of his part of the world. “Mind if I join you?”
One of the tall men, obviously brothers stood up and motioned to an empty chair, then shook his hand. “I’m Eric Taylor, this is my wife, Holly, my brother, Ethan, his fiancée Meredith, sister, Liz, and my nephew, Ben.”
Matt shook hands all around, making sure to look Liz in her pretty gray blue eyes, and linger just a second too long, enough to make her cutely flustered, but not to be too obvious to anyone else. “Looks like a family vacation,” he said. “You let me know if I can do anything to make your stay extra special, okay? Have plans for tomorrow yet? I’m leading the nine am trail ride if anyone’s up for it.”
“I’ve never been on a horse,” one of the blonde women, Meredith, he thought, giggled. “I’d be afraid.”
“The trail horses are as safe as they come,” he assured her. “All you have to do is sit and hold on, and they do the rest.”
“They’re so big,” Liz said, looking at him, shyly. “We went to the pasture and were looking at them earlier. Sounds like a silly question, but how do you get on them? I don’t think I can climb that high.”
“We have a mounting station just for that purpose. Couple of steps up and there you are. Just as easy as climbing onto one of those big trucks out there,” he smiled at her again, delighted to see a bit of pink rise in her cheeks. Yes, this was going to be a fun week.
“Hi, everyone, mind if I join you?” Matt looked up to see his stepmother next to the table. “I’m Candy Lyon. So pleased to meet you all!”
“This is my new mommy,” Matt said, dryly, but standing and pulling the chair out for her.
“Did you wash behind your ears today? Don’t forget to eat your vegetables,” She said, wrinkling her nose at him and sliding into the chair with a murmured, “Thank you.”
In reality, he liked his new ‘mom’ just fine, even though she was only a few years—if that—older than he was. She made his dad happy even if he now acted like a stallion in heat. It was ridiculous, but Matt hoped it would pass.
“Ha, ha. Dad still fixing fence?”
“He should be back in a few hours, but I was starving and wanted to meet our new guests. Did you all find everything you needed? If there are any special requests you didn’t think of, I can send Blaze to town tomorrow. We’re here to see you have a good time.”
Candy had been running hotels for years and she often didn’t realize they weren’t a five-star hotel, Matt thought. But bookings were up and things ran very smoothly since she became general manager, so he wasn’t going to complain about her offering to send his son off on errands. Blaze didn’t mind a chance to go to town and show off his muscles to the local girls now and then.
Eric said, “I think we’re just really happy and settling in. But we’ll let you know, thank you.”
“This place is just gorgeous,” Holly gushed. “Will there be fireworks on the Fourth next week?”
“Sure will,” Matt told her. “We hired a firm to go up on the other side of the lake. We’ll set up picnic tables and have a big barbeque that night out there. We keep it away from the pastures because we don’t want to scare the horses any more than we already do with tenderfoots on their backs.”
“I love fireworks,” the other blonde looked at the other dark haired man, a bit anxiously, he thought. “Do you, Ethan?”
“Who doesn’t love fireworks,” he said, and put his hand over hers.
Protective. But of what? Matt wondered. Not that he got involved in the lives of the clients. Well, except for the ones he laid, of course, but still only superficially. He didn’t quite love them and leave them, but maybe, technically, he did. He wasn’t going to think about that, though. Just going to think of the pretty brunette poking at her food and not eating because he flustered her. He knew the signs.
“Pork chops not up to your standards,” he teased her as one of the girls whisked her plate away.
“Too tired to eat,” she smiled back at him. “I’ll make up for it in the morning, I’m sure.”
“You better.” Suddenly, he felt like the protective one. “Big day tomorrow, lots of things going on and you’ll need energy.”
She wrinkled her nose and smiled at him, and he all but melted on the spot. What the freaking hell.
“You sound just like one of my brothers,” she said.
Not quite the reaction he desired, but, hey, whatever made her comfortable. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw the staff bring out desserts. It wasn’t Mariah’s famous apple pie, so he didn’t really care about it. “I’m out of here now, got some chores to do. Nice to meet you all. Hope to see you all on the morning trail ride.” He shook hands all around again, and with a quick wave to all, left so that he could sort out whatever weird feeling had swept over him at Liz’s smile.
Chapter Four
Liz looked at her reflection anxiously. Long, blue jean clad legs, with not yet comfortable brown leather boots that looked good, even if they pinched her toes. Plain blue t-shirt with a dark blue plaid chambray shirt over it halfway unbuttoned and tied at the waist. Dar
k hair pulled back with a jaunty yellow bandana. Okay. She looked the part. Now, could she impress the hot guy who seemed to be, almost, maybe, sort of, flirting with her last night? It had been so long since she’d been flirted with though, she couldn’t really tell.
Peering into the mirror again, she applied another swoop of mascara and a little strawberry flavored lip-gloss. No one could see the lacey pale blue bra and matching panties, that had weirdly enough, made her nervous when she put them on. Trending on her social media was the meme: After watching detective shows on TV, I realize serial killers only attack women wearing matching bra and panty sets. I’m safe.
Well, okay every other day of the year she was safe. Today she was going for broke and felt unsafe, in more ways than one. Who knew what wild and crazy thing she would get into today—what hot and amazing thing might get into her?
Chill, she told herself. Today was just a day like any other. Or maybe it wasn’t. It was vacation! That meant it was a special day. No getting up at three in the morning to stock shelves till almost eight when she got home, got Ben up and to school, then off to her eight-hour day at the dentist office, then get Ben from his friend’s house, drive home, cook them supper, nag him about homework, laundry, chores, angst over bills and go to bed, only to get up and do it again. But for two entire weeks, she could be young and free and ready to rock and roll! Did kids today rock and roll? Hip Hop? Reggae? Not two-step to classic country, her personal favorite, she felt certain.
Suddenly struck by giggles, she bit them back and poked her head in on Ben still soundly sleeping in the room next to hers. They’d made a deal. He could sleep in, miss the trail ride today, if he’d go paddle boating with her this afternoon. She was willing to compromise with him. Besides, it would be much more fun to flirt with the cute cowboy with no sulky, sullen tween beside her.
Meredith was claiming fear of horses and not going this morning, but promised to go later in the week after a few private lessons Ethan had set up for her, so she was keeping an ear out for Ben while she was gone. She loved her family, Liz decided, not for the first time.