Chapter 4 #3
Pulling away Mason swore and got out of the car. Smothering her disappointment, Rebecca allowed him to help her out and assist her into the house. Removing her coat, she struggled with getting herself into a chair and breathed a sigh of relief.
“Go and get ready for bed and I’ll make sure everything is secure for the night,” he told her gruffly, angry all over again as he watched her struggle.
Not sure if it was habit or total exhaustion, Rebecca responded to the command in his voice and went meekly down the hall to her room, clasping her crutch firmly.
Mason searched through the cupboards until he found some hot chocolate and proceeded to heat the water.
He checked the lock on the back door and made sure the windows she normally opened were shut and locked.
Hearing scuffling coming from her bedroom he proceeded down the carpeted hall, knocking softly at the door.
“Can I come in?” he inquired, hearing muffled curses.
There was no response but still hearing what sounded to him like the sounds of a struggle he opened the door, propriety be damned.
The sight that met his eyes had a dual effect.
Rebecca was half on, half off the bed, her jeans twisted impossible around her ankles.
While he stood there torn between laughter and lust she finally managed to free her good leg but the material around her cast wouldn’t budge.
Setting the cocoa down on the dresser he approached the bed.
“You wouldn’t need me by any chance?” he inquired, trying not to laugh. Her tee shirt was twisted up above her breasts; her skimpy red thong panties left little to the imagination.
He should have been warned by the narrowing of her hazel eyes, but blinded by the vision she presented, he wasn’t.
“Need you? No Mason, I don’t need you; about now any man would do.”
“Fine, I hope you can find one,” He growled as he turned, fully intending to leave her to her own devices.
Rebecca, faced with swallowing her pride and apologizing or spending the night and possibly the next day stuck in a pair of jeans bit her tongue and quickly apologized.
“I’m sorry,” she told him not sounding the least bit sincere.
“No you’re not,” he shot back, approaching the bed, “but keep it up and you will be.”
Grasping her under the arms he tried to remain impersonal as he lifted her up onto the bed.
“Turn over,” he told her gruffly and with a humph she did as she was told.
The sight of her lovely pale bottom, cheeks separated by a tiny strip of red satin, made his hands clumsy and it took several minutes to untangle her.
Presented with what he considered a God given opportunity he then sat down next to her, tucked his arm tightly around her waist and pulled her snuggly against his hip.
Figuring she was more comfortable than she deserved to be he began to crisply and sharply spank that beautiful bottom.
Smack, Smack, Smack, Smack, Smack. Damn this feels good he thought, watching as her lovely butt turned pink and enjoying each and every squeal and gasp.
He couldn’t remember when he’d felt more gratified.
“That’s not helping!” Rebecca turned her head and screamed at him in indignation wiggling as best she could to get away from him.
“It’s helping me”, Mason responded not missing a beat, continuing to toast her butt with hearty spanks.
Rebecca was stuck. Her injured foot was supported by the bed and she was on her stomach in what would have been a comfortable position had he not been determined to make her decidedly uncomfortable.
The arm around her holding her to his side was impossible to budge so she couldn’t squirm away from him.
What she wanted to do, besides the obvious of course, was curse a blue streak but she didn’t think that was a good idea either considering the circumstances.
So she took it, each burning swat. He worked from top to bottom and side to side on her poor throbbing bottom.
Shoving her face deep into the fluffy comforter she squealed and moaned until the last few swats, which caught her right where her cheeks met her thighs, brought a few outright screams.
“All done,” he told her cheerfully, his mood greatly improved.
“You bet you are,” she told him, jaw clenched and completely mortified by his impromptu spanking. “You can get the hell out of here right now.”
“Now sweetheart, don’t get your panties in a knot, pretty as they are,” he told her, sliding his arms under her and depositing her on her stinging backside despite her flailing arms and protests.
After propping her foot on a pillow he continued fussing until he had her nicely situated.
Mason got a nightshirt out of her drawer and retrieved the hot chocolate, setting both within her reach.
Halfway to the door he turned and caught her rubbing her bottom.
“You don’t have to thank me, darling,” he told her grinning, not in the least ashamed of his action. “After all it’s only what any man would have done.”
He heard the thump of a book hitting the door seconds after he’d closed it and was still smiling as he drove away.