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“No! You can’t!” she begged, but even as her bottom burned, her traitorous body danced with arousal.You can, her inner voice insisted.You can, please!Her breasts were hot, heavy, achy, far too sensitive against the lace that restrained them. Her pussy pulsed and throbbed, begging for attention, too.Please take my knickers off,I want to feel your bare hand against my skin.
Her breath hitched as he slid his hand down inside her underwear, trailing his finger down to that special spot between her legs, dipping it into her juices.
“I can’t pull down your knickers, huh?” he asked, his voice husky with arousal. “This wet pussy is telling me another story. I think you’re enjoying this, naughty girl.”
Catherine inhaled sharply as he moved his finger around inside her, teasing her, sending sparks shooting up her spine, right there on the side of the road as she bent over the back of his Pajero.
“Stand up.” He let go of her so quickly she nearly fell, pulling his fingers out of her underwear abruptly, and stepped aside. “Take off your knickers. Go and put them in the car and then come back here.”
Slowly, so slowly, Catherine slid her knickers down her legs, holding Jason’s gaze the whole time. This was scandalous, but so erotic! She felt so vulnerable, so naughty, so horny all at once. The air was too thick to breathe, too heavy to drag into her lungs. It was electric and sparking.
Her skirt fell back into place as she stepped out of her underwear and she bent to pick them up, her eyes never once leaving his. Stepping forward, she chucked them over the seat to land inside the truck somewhere; she didn’t much care where. She didn’t care if they’d be visible through the window, or if they’d landed on the floor. All she cared about right then was Jason.More, her inner voice begged.
“Bend back over again,” he commanded, his voice gravelly, like he was struggling to speak. “Push your bottom out.”
It wasn’t a request, it was an order, and when she hesitated just slightly, he slapped her thigh sharply at the same time as he lifted her skirt up, out of the way, baring her completely on the side of the road. Goosebumps rose on her arms, but it wasn’t from the gentle breeze that kissed her skin. It was anticipation, the knowledge that there was so much more to come.
She felt Jason tuck the hem of her skirt inside his fist as he rested it on her back, just as he’d done before and she held her breath, but it did nothing to still the pounding of her heart. His lips brushed her neck as he bent to whisper in her ear with a ragged breath, “When I give you an order, little girl, I expect it to be obeyed.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she replied, her voice tiny, a cross between a whisper and a squeak.
Four smacks landed fast, hard, each loud slap echoing across the valley like a gunshot, scorching her skin like a branding iron. She gritted her teeth, trying not to yell out, determined to be brave and take the spanking stoically, but it was impossible. Jason’s confidence in his spanking ability was definitely not misplaced, and he proved that to her now, determinedly, making her bounce up and down on her toes, trying to ease the burn. It didn’t work. Jason’s hard, callused hand fell again and again, first on one cheek then the other, spanking her thoroughly.
“Ow ow ow ow ow ow,” she moaned, unable to take it silently any longer, burying her face in her forearm to muffle her cries just as Jason smacked the very top of her thighs, two quick, harsh swats on each.
“Please, no more!” she begged. “You’re hurting me!”
“Good. It’s meant to.” He punctuated his statement with another smack, right where she sat.
“I’m sorry!” she yelled, squirming frantically. “I will obey you! I promise!”
“Yes, you will,” Jason agreed. “But you’re not red enough yet. A few more, and we’ll be done.”
The final flurry of swats came quickly, in an upward swing to the lower part of her butt, the power behind them forcing her up onto her toes, jolting her body forward across the back of the car, leaving her wondering how on earth she would manage to sit for the rest of the journey.
And then suddenly, he stopped.
“It’s over,” Jason said, pulling her to her feet, drawing her in close to his chest. “All finished. Are you okay?”
She looked up at him and pouted, but smiled. “Remind me never to piss you off again!”
Jason chuckled. “That wasn’t pissed off. Not even close! That was only mildly displeased.”
She took a step back from him, willing her shaky legs to cooperate. Of course he wasn’t pissed. This was Jason, not Steve. Jason didn’t get angry. In all the years she’d known him, all the days and hours she’d spent by his side, she couldn’t remember ever seeing him lose his temper.
“Well, I don’t want to be on the receiving end then if you do! I’m gonna stay well out of the way.”
Jason wrapped an arm around her shoulders and grinned.
“Come on, let’s get moving. I’ve wasted more time than I wanted to, smacking your ass, and we don’t want to be late.”
Obviously remembering the way she’d slipped on the stones at the edge of the road earlier, Jason kept a hold of her arm as he guided her back to the car. Still holding her securely, he reached around and opened the passenger door, then leaned in and pressed the back of his hand against the leather seat.
“The sun has warmed this up nicely,” he smirked. “Hold your skirt up out of the way; you can sit your bare backside directly onto this hot seat.” He raised one eyebrow at her, almost daring her to protest. A silent challenge.
She looked at him aghast. “How hot is it?”
“Not very. Just warm. We were only outside for a few minutes. But on that sore bottom it will be a bit uncomfortable.”
