“Oh, no you don’t,” Ashley said pulling away. She was instantly angry, and she bolted to the other side of the room. “We weren’t going to discuss it,” she reminded him.
“Oh, I’m discussing nothing, I’m just offering my opinion. Since you like spanking so much, I thought I’d give you my opinion across your butt.”
“That’s enough!” she charged nastily. She was about to disappear into the bedroom, when Jess quickly made his way to her and hauled her back.
“I think it’s time you started to realize that there are people in this world that care about you.”
“Well you have a fine way of showing it,” she snapped.
“Frankly, I think this is exactly what you want me to do.”
“You ass! Stop it now,” she roared. Jess was pulling her by the arm into the bedroom, having a firm hold on her. He was going through her closet, looking for something in particular, finally pulling a brown leather belt from a hook on the wall.
“This should do,” he said, grasping it firmly in his free hand.
He led a wriggling Ashley to the bed, sat down and pulled her over his knee.
“Dammit, Jess, you fuckin’ ass!” she was shouting.
If it made her feel better to swear like sailor, that was okay with him, he wasn’t going to stop what he was doing.
“You have no cause to do this,” she wailed at him.
“I suppose I don’t, but it’s time someone got through to you, and I guess I’m the one that’s going to try. Even if this doesn’t stop this foolish trek of yours, at least you’ll know someone cares enough to warn you!”
Jess raised Ashley dress, but she squirmed vigorously against his lap pushing the dress back in place. That only made Jess hold her more tightly; his arm firmly grasping her around her waist. He pinned her hands against her back just for good measure.
“Stop it now!” she blared.
Jess pulled up her dress again to reveal just a pair of pale blue panties underneath. Yanking them with his right hand, he worked the tight cotton garment to the bottom of her rear, revealing the two luscious mounds of flesh he loved so well. He could think of nothing better than to make them blush wild red. Maybe then she’d get the point!
Picking up the belt, he doubled it into the perfect tool for punishment; and with a passionate smack, he laid the first of what would be many brisk smacks across the struggling blonde’s bottom cheeks.
“You stop this now, it’s going to hurt!” she wailed.
Jess didn’t think the statement deserved an answer. She was going to protest and it wasn’t going to matter. He laid the belt across her bottom three times, as she continued to wriggle in an apparent effort to get away.
“Stop it!” she said as if she was warning him.
He paused to watch the red imprint of four lines begin to appear on the surface of her skin. He laid another two against her bottom, seeing the tantalizing jiggle of her red cheeks arouse him with their rosy appearance.
“Ouch, stop, this hurts,” she exploded again.
He continued with the belt, thinking it a most effective weapon against the rear of a bratty woman. Several hard smacks one right over the top of the other, in the center of her posterior, and she wailed louder than ever; her feet still kicking and her hands trying desperately to get loose.
“Jess, I hate you!” she screamed.
Though Ashley was like a mad woman gone berserk, it was curious that she wasn’t more effective with her fervent rally. As determined as she seemed, it was a wonder that she couldn’t have propelled herself off Jess’s lap. He wondered if she really wanted to bolt, or just wanted to put on a good show.
She wiggled and squirmed, but didn’t get away. She howled with each new smack as if he was killing her. And the truth was, this was hardly more cruel than the hand spanking he’d given her the week before.
“Stop it, stop it, stop it now!” She was beginning to sob. Tears, real tears were flowing, and her legs were no longer kicking as hard as before. “Stop it, please, Jess,” she suddenly sounded so mournful. She might have been changing her tune, but Jess didn’t change the constant barrage of strokes. He wouldn’t until he was certain she got the message.
By then, her bottom was red top to bottom. The crimson on her cheeks looked raw and splotchy, and few rough spots looked as though they might show up on her bottom hours after the spanking was over.
“Oh, Please!” There was clearly something in the spitfire Ashley that was relenting, and so he began to relent too. Her emotions were much less fierce, and it seemed as if in some way, she’d worked something out over his lap, in-between the pain of the belt’s hearty whacks.
“Had enough?” he asked, finally dropping the leather to the floor. Ashley collapsed against him exhausted. Though even in the middle of her exhaustion there was the most terrific feeling surging though her reluctant body.
The two pulled up on the bed together, Ashley letting Jess hold her, as much a triumph for him as spanking her. She usually refrained from too much simple intimacy, but this time she seemed content. They remained silent for a time, while she let out her last sobs, and Jess let himself bask in the closeness of her body.
“You really wanted that, admit it,” he asked. He was kind but insistent on an answer. Wiping the tears from her face, it looked softer than he’d ever seen it.
“No, I didn’t,” she objected. “But …”
“But what?” Jess asked.
“I think I really wanted someone to tell me not to take that run up river,” she admitted.
“Ah, you think I didn’t guess that?” he asked.
“Don’t tell me you did,” she said. “Don’t gloat! And don’t look so damned smug!”
“Oops, I’m sorry!” he said, smirking gently.
“No you’re not sorry!” she countered him.
“Okay, I’m not. I’m glad I spanked you. Maybe someday you’ll admit you like it too!”
“Liked it!”
“Yeah, his hand was up under her dress, the other on the zipper.
“Let’s take this off, and you tell me you don’t like the feel of a glowing warm rear.” He pulled the dress away from her, up over her head, as Ashley was trying to free him of his clothes.
“Don’t lecture me, just make love,” she told him.
Deciding that talking really was extraneous, Jess pressed his lips between Ashley’s breasts, then made his way down to her parted thighs, and the silky hair between them.
“Oh, Jess, don’t stop,” she groaned, letting him please her, letting his hands go everywhere, even when they were squeezing her raw bottom so hard that it hurt again.
“Oh, god yes!” Her cries had a delicious ring. The way she bucked against his face, he knew she was close to orgasm. He could tell when the sound of her voice changed, when her thighs tensed, and for just an instant there was silence before a wave of moans issued from her lips. Ashley felt as if her whole body had been shot through with electric current. She never felt this way, never, not like this, not anything so out of control. She grasped for more when the surges died away, sad that they were gone.
Jess pulled up against Ashley’s shivering body and entered her. Pressing his need, she fell in tune with the hammering rhythm until he pushed against her hard with a tight tense body and a pulsing release.
When Jess opened his eyes, he looked around Ashley’s bedroom. It seemed rather sparse for a woman’s boudoir, but then Ashley wasn’t the kind for fancy things. He held her to him, her head tucked in his arm. He thought that she was likely sleeping just a little. When he stroked her bottom, just to see if it was still warm, she stirred.
“What are you doing?” she purred softly.
“Just checking something.”
“What’s that?”
“The heat index on your spanked bottom.”
“Don’t say it, Jess,” she warned.
“Say what?” he asked.
“Don’t say it,” she repeated.
“Y
ou’re so afraid of liking this, of liking the sex and the spanking. You’re even afraid of liking me.”
“I thought I told you not to start,” Ashley said. She moved away from him in the bed, not wanting to be so close.
“Suit yourself, stay aloof and uninvolved. Take my sexual favors and throw them in the dirt, I won’t have to care.”
“What is that suppose to mean?” she asked.
“My research is complete and I’m going back to the University.”
“To the States!” she pulled up next to him with a look of horror breaking out on her face.
“‘fraid so,” he answered.
“You can’t do this!” she shouted.
“Well, yes I can,” Jess answered calmly. “This is my life.”
“Dammit Jess Barrow, you screw things up again, just when I think I have a relationship I can handle, you decide to change on me midstream. How can you be so horrible? You ass!”
Jess laughed.
“Maybe if you’d given me some notice about this relationship thing you’re talking about.”
Her eyes were on fire. “How could you? Leading me on like this, taking all sorts of liberties with me and my affections. You know how hard it is for me to…get close.” It was difficult to think it, much less say it. “And now you’re deserting me.” She looked almost as if she was pouting, but it wasn’t clear what the look on her face was. She certainly wasn’t happy. “Stop laughing at me!” she said angrily.
“Well, Ashley darling, we’ll just have to see how sincere you are, won’t we? I can see how this little arrangement would be very convenient for you. You come and go from my jungle haunt when you want, leave me hanging when you want. You’re in control. Pretty safe I’d say.”
“Stop it!” she cried. She was practically in tears again. “How am I suppose to see you again?”
“Well let’s see. I’m going back to Berkeley this fall, I have a teaching position, and I guess you’ll just have to land your Cessna within reach, if you’re going to see me.”
There were tears running down her cheeks. Dammit! I hate things like this, how the hell can this possibly work?”
“It’s very simple, come to California.”
“I can’t do that, my job’s here.”
“Last time I looked, they were airports and airplanes in California.”
“But it’s not Venezuela.”
“You’re right about that,” Jess agreed. “You might say it’s the real world.”
“Oh, that coming from a man who’s hidden from the “real world” for three years. Don’t you tell me about escaping from my life, Jess Barrow, because you’re just as guilty as I am.”
“Maybe I was, but I’m going happily back to civilization. You can join me, or you can keep hopping supplies around this crazy country until you run out of luck.”
“What’s that suppose to mean?” she said.
“You’ll run out of luck sometime, this is a dangerous job, this neck of the world, and there will be one less stodgy scientist with zilch future and no imagination to protect you.”
“Protect me! You think I need protection?”
“Don’t you? Even just a little.”
“Never!”
“Kept you from going up river.”
“That doesn’t count, I wasn’t going to do that anyway,” she charged.
Her dour expression was almost charming, except that he knew he’d miss it. “Whatever. But we can’t have much of anything if you’re here and I’m in California.”
“What am I going to do without you to argue with?”
“I wonder what you’re going to do without me to spank you!” he said, pulling up, he tossed her over his lap and gave her a healthy reminder of what really turned them on.
She wriggled away. “I’ll do just fine,” she said adamantly. “I don’t think I really want anything to do with you anyway.” She was sounding haughty again, since it was time to close up and crawl back into her well-sealed cave.
Jess chuckled. “Ya know, Ash, you never want to really let down your guard. You’ve got to be in control. But this time, you’re butting your head against something you just can’t control. And it’s really pissing you off.”
“Jess Barrow, go ahead and go back to the States, I really don’t care if I ever see you again!” She bolted from the bed, and Jess watched her svelte form dash toward the bathroom and into the shower.
She may think it’s over, he thought to himself, but he knew things were just getting started.
Chapter Three
Jess Barrow had just finished putting a complex formula on the blackboard, but the sun was shining so intensely through the window, that it was almost impossible to see the white chalk against the black surface. Moving to the window he closed the blinds, so his attentive class of sophomore pre-med students could get the gist of the exam he had planned for the following day. When he turned back to face the class, he jerked in surprise.
A few students noticed the sudden movement and turned to see what was the cause of the Professor’s astonished look: a vivacious blonde with stunning hair and fiery eyes, looking a bit like some magical nymph had just stepped out of the shadows at the back of the forlorn classroom.
The sun was playing tricks on his eyes, he was sure, as he did a double take before realizing that the lovely blonde woman of his daydreams was really there. Yes, it was Ashley Bloom.
“So class,” he went on, just a little flustered. “Get this copied, memorized and finish up Chapters Three and Four. The test will be tomorrow.” He sat back down at the desk, not knowing what to do, as he waited for the class to finish taking notes off the blackboard. One by one, they finally filed out of the room.
“You’re a tough sounding professor,” Ashley suddenly spoke as she walked toward the front of the room. “Just the kind of class I avoided in college.”
“I don’t doubt that,” Jess said, rising from his seat. He didn’t know whether to scoop her up in his arms, or just stand back and wait for her to declare her intentions. He opted for giving her a warm kiss on the cheek. “You certainly surprised me. You look terrific.” He noted her jungle khakis, the shorts, plain shirt, her hair tied up in its classical girlish ponytail, though there was not much “little girl” about Ashley.
“Thought I’d surprise you,” she told him.
“You did. And is there a reason?”
“I’m interviewing for that position in Santa Rosa.”
“Really?” Jess remembered sending Ashley the job notice two months before when he first got back to the States. He thought it might remind her that he’d like to have her close, despite her intentions to stay put in Venezuela.
“So you’ve left your job, did you fly the Cessna up?”
“The Cessna is still in Venezuela. I flew up commercial, and I’m not sure about staying.”
“Ah, I see.”
“Mac has offered me a real peach of a job,” she added.
Jess scowled. He didn’t even want to ask about that. “So you are considering California?” he asked.
“Depends on what I find here,” she said, her lively eyes looking as soft as he’d ever seen them. Seductive actually, like maybe she was really horny and wanted him. Wouldn’t that be a hot turn of events!
“Let’s get out of here, my office is just down the hall,” he announced.
“Private?” she asked.
“Absolutely,” he replied. Jess took her by the hand and led her down the hall to a small alcove of professor’s offices. “I even think we’re alone here. The rest of the department is in some meetings that I managed to avoid this afternoon. Told them my class was too important.”
“I’m sure it was.”
Jess pulled her into his small office, and brought her firm body close to him. She melted against him, their kiss long, open mouthed, and very wet.
“That’s wonderful,” he said, backing off slightly. “So you’ve missed me, that’s why you’re here?”
“I�
�d never admit that to you, Jess Barrow. You should know me that well by now.”
He played with her ponytail affectionately. “I can always hope.” They kissed again, their bodies becoming quickly aroused.
This time Ashley pulled away and out of his arms, though she aggressively reached out and began to undo the buckle on his pants.
“What are you doing?” he asked, alarmed.
“Just something I’ve missed,” she said with an impish glimmer in her eyes.
“Oh?” He still wasn’t sure what she meant, but when she deliberately pulled the belt from his Dockers, it was beginning to come clear.
“So that’s what you want,” he said, as she handed him the belt, already doubled and ready.
“God, I’ve been thinking about this for days, ever since I decided to make this trip. This is just because I love the sex, Jess, will you please?” She was pleading as much as the aggressive pilot ever would.
“You are one shameless tease, Ashley Bloom.”
“And you love it,” she purred at him.
“I don’t even have anything to punish you for,” he waged a mock protest.
“Think up something.”
That wasn’t hard to do with Ashley. All he had to do was think of some of her outrageous shenanigans in South America, or recall her sharp-tongued tirades, to bring back the righteous indignation that had fueled the few sessions she’d had over his lap.
“So, since you’ve arranged this, shall it be over my lap or the desk,” he asked her, with a soft laughing look in his eyes.
“Oh, I think over the desk would be perfect,” she replied.
It didn’t take much to guide her over the end of his desk. Reaching around her, he worked the clasp on her belt and then jerked her shorts down, letting them fall to the floor. She was wearing a lacy thong style panty that covered only her rear cleft, and Jess could easily view the lush rear mounds that good fortune had all of a sudden given him total permission to spank. Standing to one side, her admired the fine form of Ashley’s behind, running a hand over her lovely nakedness. And though he could have removed the panties too, he decided to let them remain, the view was so tantalizing. He wasn’t sure what had gotten into the spirited woman, but he wasn’t going to argue with her.
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