Abraham
Coming up on Polly swinging her feet on my bed, looking up my mother, pissed me the hell off.
She jumped up and I could read the guilt all over her face.
“Oh, I was just—”
Her face was flushed and she gnawed on that full lower lip.
“I was just looking up your mother. I heard that she—that no one knew where she was and I wanted to see if I could find her.”
“I do not want to find my mother,” I said harshly. “That bitch left when I was 18 without any word. She can rot in hell for all I care.”
“Maybe—”
“What?” I ground out. Polly was the only person who never was intimidated by me. Who I would even allow to talk to me like this.
“Maybe she didn’t leave willingly. Maybe—oh, I don’t know. Maybe she got kidnapped or something? Another MC. . .”
“She went willingly,” I ground out.
“Oh. Well, I’m sorry, Abraham. I should have asked you before doing any research.”
This was a good opportunity to tell her it was time to go. That mentioning my mother was forbidden. That she wasn’t prepared for reality in the MC world. Sometimes people just fucking disappeared and it was better not to ask questions.
But she looked so damn sorry.
“We don’t fuck with other MCs. I want you to stop, do you understand me?”
“Of course. I’m very sorry.”
“If any of the brothers had done that, there would have been a punishment. We won’t talk about it anymore.”
I felt my cock twitching at the way she had twisted around, her shirt riding up her soft belly.
“What about my punishment?”
“Oh?” I felt something twist uncomfortably in my stomach. “You want to be punished?”
“Well, it’s only fair,” she said indignantly. “What would happen if one of the brothers had done this?”
“My father would have caned them.”
I hated everything about how he ran Legends MC, but I didn’t tell Polly that.
She scrambled to her feet at my words, then turned around and began to unbutton her jeans.
“What—” I began, but she was already peeling them down her legs, so her juicy ass was bare in front of me.
“I’m not going to cane you, Polly,” I snapped as my dick twitched. “What the hell.”
“Oh, well. . . something, then,” she protested, looking over her shoulder at me, her ass wiggling.
It was dimpled and round, a real quality fat ass, an ass that was too epic and juicy to do anything except what I did.
“Then get across my knee,” I growled, and she practically hopped on, wriggling with excitement before I even landed the first spank on her jiggling cheeks.
Polly squealed like a stuck pig with the first spank, clinging onto my legs as I peppered her ass and thighs, her plump rump turning a nice pink color.
She howled with glee until her skin was practically glowing, and then I didn’t even remember how this was going to be a great opportunity to send her away when I pulled her onto my lap and dragged her pussy over my dick until she was spread and stuffed and dripping in front of me. . .