Chapter 2 #2
“I’ll give you straight. You can go straight to hell.”
Rebecca was stunned when she found herself over Mason’s shoulder for the second time in one night.
Her breath left her in a huff as he carried her into the dining room and kicked a chair away from the table with one big boot.
Sitting down, he swiftly and effortlessly had her over his lap before she could utter a word.
The pattern of the Oriental rug was suddenly up close and personal and her feet didn’t come close to touching the floor at her other end.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” she screeched, afraid she knew exactly what he was doing. Struggling was useless, but it didn’t stop her from trying.
“You and I are going to have a little discussion. Well actually, I’m going to be the one talking and you’re going to be the one listening,” he calmly informed her, resting his huge hand on her butt.
Rebecca froze and all struggles ceased as a shiver went through her. Turning her head to look at him was difficult in her undignified position, and she tried to blow her hair out of her eyes.
“Have you lost your mind?” she demanded, more shocked than enraged.
“Quite possibly,” he replied calmly. “I have heard of perfectly normal people snapping after long periods of being pushed past their limits and baby I passed that point a long time ago.”
Rebecca sighed. Okay, he was obviously determined to spank her.
Seriously, how bad could it be? Children had been spanked for centuries and wives too, probably.
She personally had never been subjected to it but, she wasn’t getting away and it didn’t appear she could talk her way out of it so, whatever.
“Well then have at it big man,” she foolishly taunted, relaxing across his lap and picking out the intricate pattern on the rug.
Mason grinned and brought his big hand down hard covering both cheeks with one tremendous swat. Man, I’m gonna love this he thought.
Rebecca’s scream was probably heard three doors away.
Oh my God she thought, trying to catch her breath. It can be bad, very, very bad, worse than the worst sunburn she’d ever had. Worse than that summer she’d stepped on a ground hive. Actually, just like that except then it was bees were stinging her ass.
“Mason, please stop,” she begged scrambling wildly to get away, her hands and feet like matching windmills.
“Sweetie, we’re just getting started,” he informed her with another blazing swat.
“Yeowww. No, No really,” she panted beginning to panic. “You...you talk and I’ll listen, I swear.”
“Exactly, and that’s the first thing we’re gonna talk about. Swat! “Your language is atrocious and it stops right now.”
“Owww! Yes a...language, yup no swearing. Got it! Please stop now Mason, you’re killing me.”
“You will start shopping on a regular basis.” Swat. “And you will eat real food for at least one meal a day.” Swat.
“Noooo,” she moaned in so much pain she could hardly believe it. “I mean yes, yes, shopping, I love shopping, and food, love to eat. Oh my God Mason,” she pleaded hanging her head in defeat. “Whatever you say, just please stop.”
“You will study.”
Swat
“You will drive responsibly.”
Swat. Swat.
“You will not throw fruit or any other objects at someone more than twice your size and never at me. Do I make myself clear?”
Swat.
“Yes, yes Mason. Very clear, crystal clear,” she struggled to get out between squeals and moans.
Rebecca would have agreed to just about anything at this point. All she wanted was for him to stop so she could raid the freezer for anything frozen to put on her butt.
“All right then,” he informed her as she breathed a huge sigh of relief. “Let’s finish this up.”
“What! We are finished,” she screeched. “You issued orders and I caved, we’re done.”
Mason actually had the gall to laugh. “Oh my poor baby, you really have no idea do you?” And with that Mason began to truly spank her.
Over and over, up and down until he had covered her entire backside several times.
The heat coming off her cheeks was incredible and he wished he had taken down her jeans and panties so he could better judge their condition.
Rebecca screamed and cried fit to shake the house down. When he angled the last ten smacks to catch the underside of her cheeks she gave up and sobbed over his lap unable to fight any longer.
Mason rested his hand on her bottom but didn’t rub away any of his work. He wanted her to feel this. Finally, after what probably seemed like hours to Rebecca, he helped her up and settled her on his lap, softly rubbing her back and offering what comfort he could.
Rebecca sobbed into his neck occasionally wiping her tears and blowing her nose on the hankie he provided. She would have liked to try and rub away the sting but she wasn’t sure she could even touch her poor throbbing bottom.
“Mason, do you hate me?” she whispered, struggling to control her tears.
“Oh honey, I adore you, you know that,” he told her looking into her green watery eyes.
“Then why would you, you know…?” she asked her chin quivering.
“Spank you? Because I do adore you and I couldn’t live with myself if anything happened to you.
That’s why I need you to take better care of yourself.
I hate to bring this up but you need to know that the next time you won’t have the added protection of your jeans and panties. It will be on your bare bottom.”
“Geesh, they didn’t feel like any protection on my end, literally.”
“I’m sure they didn’t but they were, and if I didn’t need to get out of here so you can get some much needed rest, your nose would be poked right into that corner over there,” he told her firmly, pointing to the corner of the dining room.
Not likely Rebecca thought tearing herself from the comfort of Mason’s arms and pulling him to his feet.
“I think you’re right. I do need to get some rest,” she told him crisply, tugging him to the front door.
She was still trying to wrap her head around everything that had happened.
“I want to thank you for a truly exceptional evening, one I hope I’ll never have the misfortune of repeating,” she told him. “Good night Mason.”
Mason allowed himself to be pushed steadily out the door but before she could slam it shut he reached for her with a determined glint in his eyes.
Wrapping one arm tightly around her waist, he tugged softly on her pony tail tipping her chin up.
His lips descended catching her open mouth gently, hot tongue swirling persuasively over hers.
She tried to fight him, giving him a swift kick that only succeeded in hurting her bare toes and then she fought herself.
The effect of his kiss was drugging. As mad as she was at him, she was even angrier at herself as her body turned traitor and caught his fire.
Arms that had been pinned between them were now clutching handfuls of his soft shirt.
Her breasts under the thin tee shirt seemed to swell, seeking closer contact on their own.
The friction of their tongues waged their own battle and she sagged against him giving over to his expertise.
Her surrender had a sobering effect on Mason. Knowing he had to stop now or carry her back into the house, he quickly released her. Putting his hands on her shoulders he steadied her against the door frame,
“Don’t bother to thank me for tonight honey, the pleasure was all mine,” he told her grinning, trying to lighten the charged atmosphere.
By the time his comment registered and she took a half-hearted swing at him he was already sprinting to the truck.
* * *
The ringing of the phone woke Rebecca the next morning.
Sunlight poured through the white Pricilla’s blinding her as she groped for the phone on the nightstand.
The cherry four poster bed seemed very wide and finally shoving back the heavy white comforter she was able to grasp it and drag it to her ear.
“Hello,” she groaned sleepily.
“Hi,” a deep voice replied. “Still mad at me?”
“Yes, did you doubt it?”
“Well actually I hoped you’d calmed down last night and taken advantage of my humble offerings. I thought maybe some real food would have mellowed you.”
Hearing the amusement in his voice she said, “There’s not a humble bone in your body.”
“Okay then, would you settle for remorseful?”
Stretching she snuggled back under the covers, turning on her side to take the pressure off her still tender bottom. “I’d settle for a chance to get even but I don’t think it’s possible, but I am glad you’re sorry you spanked me.”
“Oh never that honey,” Mason laughed. “I’m sorry you misunderstood and didn’t get your fancy dinner, especially after you dressed so prettily for me. No, I can think of a few times I let you get away with plenty. Last night was mild in comparison.”
“I guess it’s all in how you look at things,” she grouched back, still trying to come fully awake. “I can’t guess why I’m even talking to you.”
“Probably because of my charm, good looks and sense of humor. That and the fact that you’re dying for me to take you out for a real dinner.”
“Not a chance buddy,” she laughed now. “I’d sooner eat worms. I trust you about as far as I can throw you. You won’t lure me into one of your traps again.”
There was a short silence on the other end. Mason had visions of the kind of trap he’d like to lure her into. Dragging his mind back to an acceptable level he continued.
“Cross my heart, no tricks, and a real steak dinner at the best restaurant in town. I’ll wear a tie and everything.”
She could hear the smile in his voice, picture his sparkling blue eyes. For a moment she had a wicked thought of telling him okay and showing up in rags and giggled.
“Hmm, that giggle sounded suspiciously like your mind is getting you in deeper than you want to be. Don’t even think about it sweetheart, because you know I’ll take you however you’re dressed, or undressed.” Or preferably not dressed at all his mind continued the statement.