“I need to check in with my parents when we stop again…” I sighed and looked at the clock. “We’re about halfway there.”
“It’s going to be pretty late when you arrive. Are they even going to be able to let you into your dorm?” Everette looked at the clock with concern on his face. “You’re going to lose an hour with the time zone shift.”
“They said someone is there most of the time. They’re expecting this week to be pretty busy.” I leaned forward and blinked a couple of times to force my eyes to adjust. “I’m going to need that next stop sooner rather than later.”
“This looks good.” Everette motioned to an exit up ahead.
We stopped to get some more caffeine, I topped off the gas in my car and made a call to my parents. They were anxious to hear from me, and I let them know that they were no issues at all. Of course, I left out the part about my surprise guest. Every mile that passed made me like Everette even more. He was kind, thoughtful, and seemed to genuinely care about other people. Those were great traits in a doctor, but quite important in a relationship as well. His age and experience made him more mature than I was, and while we didn’t have a lot of shared interests when it came to music or movies, there were a few songs we both liked, and we made a list of movies that we both liked. Everette was so focused on school that he missed out on a lot of them. I got the impression that he didn’t date much—which made the fact he was interested in me a little more special than I originally realized.
“It appears that we are approaching a sea of brake lights…” I sighed and leaned forward as I saw the line forming.
“Nothing on the GPS yet.” Everette pointed at the screen. “Whatever happened must be new…”
Traffic wasn’t just slow-moving; it was at an absolute standstill. It took nearly thirty minutes for the GPS to give us an update and estimate for our delay—two hours. Everette checked the traffic map on his phone and found out there was a jackknifed 18-wheeler ahead of us—and they were hauling some sort of fuel, so they were going to have to bring in a Hazmat team to clear the area. I was pretty sure the two hours my GPS estimated was a best case scenario—and a lot of the other travelers seemed to feel the same way because they started cutting through the grass to turn around go in the opposite direction.
“Another message from Amelia.” Everette motioned to my phone.
“Wow, she left a couple of hours after us, and she just hit the stopped traffic. It looks like she’s just going to call it a day and get a hotel room for the night.” I shook my head and sighed.
“We’re not far from the exit.” Everette looked over his shoulder. “Let’s turn around.”
“And—get a motel room…” My eyes just kind of spaced out for a moment.
“I’ll get a room with two beds—relax.” He narrowed his eyes. “I’m not trying to take advantage of the situation. If you prefer, you can get your own room.”
“No.” I shook my head back and forth. “Two beds should be fine…”
I’d love for it to be one, but I don’t know if I’m ready for that yet…
I was aware that the trip would probably lead to something—possibly even the loss of my virginity before he left—but I thought I’d have more time before it happened. The stopped traffic had created a rather unusual situation. Everette convinced me to go to one of the nicer hotels instead of the discount motel by the interstate exit. He paid for the room, and we made sure my car was locked before we headed inside. Neither one of us were really hungry—it hadn’t been that long since lunch—or maybe that was just nerves. I was definitely feeling something swirling in my stomach, whether it was just anxiety or butterflies.
“I should call my parents…” I immediately pulled out my cell phone once we stepped into the hotel room.
“Yeah, they may see the news story about the wreck and get worried.” Everette walked over and grabbed a beer out of the mini-bar.
“This room is really nice…” I looked around and got distracted for a few minutes instead of calling my parents.
“It’s okay.” Everette chuckled.
We probably had different views on it, but I was still pretty surprised by how awesome it was. There were two beds, just like he promised, but there was a lot of room. The bathroom was spacious and even had a large whirlpool tub. I finally returned to my original task and called my parents. They had seen the news story and hoped I was ahead of the accident, so they were a little surprised when I told them I wasn’t. My father gave me a quick lecture about stopping too much when I needed to stay focused on the trip—I decided not to argue. The phone call was a little frustrating, and when I got done, I tossed my phone on the counter by the door.
“So…” Everette walked up and wrapped his arms around me from behind. “I’ve got you all to myself for the entire night.”
“Yeah…” I leaned against him and smiled. “You do.”
“I’m very glad that I agreed to come with you.” He pressed his lips to my neck and moved them up to my ear—which made my whole body tingle.
“Me too.” I leaned against him, and his lips started to kiss the other side of my neck—they lingered there until my phone buzzed in front of me.
“Another text…” Everette narrowed his eyes. “I think it’s from your friend.”
“She’s probably complaining about the crappy motel she has to sleep in tonight.” I chuckled and reached for my phone—my heart sank into my stomach the instant I saw what was the on the screen—especially when I realized Everette was reading it over my shoulder.
Amelia: Got my motel room. I think I’m going to go to bed early. Maybe I’ll dream about what we saw when we were spying on your hot new neighbor. :)
“Spying?” Everette pulled back. “What does that mean?”
“Um…” My throat started to close up, and I felt my stomach twisting into a knot.
“When did you spy on me?” His mouth fell open as he continued to process it.
I just have to tell him—I’m already busted now.
I confessed the truth to Everette. I told him what Amelia and I did—how we got high and decided to spy on him. It made me blush when I had to tell him that we caught him fresh out of the shower and stuck around long enough for him to drop his towel. There wasn’t much amusement on Everette’s face as he listened to my confession—not that I really thought there would be. I had kind of hoped that would be a secret that we could take to the grave. Amelia said it was going in the vault of secrets we shared, but apparently that didn’t apply to text messages—she might as well have written my confession for me.
“I’m sorry.” I looked down at the floor.
“I need to buy curtains…” Everette stared straight ahead, blinked a couple of times, and then walked over to pick up his beer. “I avoided all the windows in the front of the house, but I didn’t even think about the ones in the backyard.”
“To be fair, we wouldn’t have been able to see anything if we weren’t spying on you from the tree house. It has a clear view into the house,” I sighed.
“In order for you to know that…” He sipped his beer and narrowed his eyes.
It was apparently my day to confess everything that I had done wrong. I told him about the Henderson brothers, how Amelia and I used to hang out in the tree house with them—and the one time we saw Mr. and Mrs. Henderson through a crack in the curtains when Amelia and I were in the tree house by ourselves. Amelia opened our vault of secrets, and I was just letting Everette rummage around in it
“It sounds like you and Amelia have been bad influences on each other for years.” Everette took a sip of his beer—he wasn’t smiling, but he didn’t seem to be that upset.
“Yeah, I guess that’s fair.” I suppressed a smile as I tried to read his expression. “Are you mad? Am I going to be making the rest of my drive to Arizona alone?”
I don’t know what I would do if the roles were reversed here…
“Nah.” Everette walked over to one of the beds and sat down.
“I’m just trying to decide what your punishment is going to be.”
“My—punishment?” I blinked in surprise.
“You don’t think you deserve to be punished for what you did?” He tilted his head to the side.
Is he serious? I can’t tell if this is just dry humor or if he’s actually upset—he’s got a really good poker face.
“I mean…” I looked down for a moment. “It’s not like anyone got hurt.”
“That’s true.” He nodded. “It’s a fair point.”
“So, maybe—no punishment?” I raised an eyebrow apprehensively. “It’s not like you’re my father…”
“No, I’m not.” He shook his head back and forth. “But tonight, I’m going to be your Daddy—and you are going to get punished.”
I think that confirms he’s not upset—and wow, calling him Daddy? That’s kind of hot...
“Okay, Daddy…” I took a step forward. “What is my punishment going to be?”
“I think the punishment should fit the crime.” He lifted his beer and took a sip. “You got to see me fresh out of the shower wearing nothing but a towel—and then the towel hit the floor.”
“Yeah…” I felt my face turning red as I realized what he was suggesting.
“The bathroom is right there.” Everette pointed to it.
I stared at him for a couple of seconds and saw a hint of his stupidly-sexy smile form on the edge of his lips. He was serious—and I didn’t feel like I had much choice. I couldn’t really argue with his logic. I spied on him—I saw everything—and turnabout was a fair punishment. I walked to the bathroom, closed the door, and stared at myself in the mirror. I had never been completely naked in front of a man before. Amelia and I spent a lot of time in the tree house with the Henderson brothers, and we played you-show-me-yours-I’ll-show-you-mine a few times, but that wasn’t the same as walking out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel with every intention of having it hit the floor.
This is going to be a really long shower…
Delaying the inevitable was the only thing I really had left, and I clung to it while my head processed what was going to happen when I left the bathroom. I was going to be naked in front of a man that made my whole body tingle. What if he kissed me—or tried to touch me? I wasn’t sure I would be able to resist him. Just thinking about being naked in front of Everette was making my pussy wet, despite the nervousness that wouldn’t let go. I stayed under the water for an extra five minutes after I was basically done with my shower, just trying to work up the courage to accept my punishment. I felt like I had delayed it as long as possible, and the only thing I could do was go through with it. I turned off the shower and pulled the curtain back.
I guess it’s time to give Everette a show—just like he unknowingly gave me the night I spied on him.
Chapter Six
Holly
I used one towel to dry off, and then I wrapped a fresh one around my body. My legs felt like jelly when I started walking towards the door, but I didn’t stop. I pulled the door open, stepped out of the bathroom and saw Everette sitting on the side of the bed where he was when I left him. He leaned back and propped himself up on the palm of his hands while he watched me approach. I didn’t really know how to be sexy—and I didn’t want to make a fool of myself. I just tried to walk normally, which was probably for the best, since I was so nervous. If I tried something fancy like a runway pose, there was a good chance my knees would just buckle.
“Interesting…” Everette narrowed his eyes. “I don’t seem to remember wearing a towel that high.”
“No…” I looked down for a moment.
“Then I believe it needs to be lowered.” A devious grin formed on the edge of his lips—one that was even hotter than his stupidly-sexy smile.
He was right. I didn’t have an argument. I unfolded the towel, kept it in front of me, and then lowered it to my waist before I secured it again. My breasts were on full display. I had my eyes focused on the floor, because it was the only way I could keep my head from spinning, but I heard an audible gasp from Everette when he saw them. That made me feel a little better about the situation—I slowly lifted my head, and the look on his face was enough to inspire more confidence. He seemed to be mesmerized by the sight of my body—with eyes that reflected a hunger I recognized—the same one I had when I was alone in my bed, thinking of him.
“You—walked around for a little bit…” I took a deep breath. “I think you were looking for clothes.”
“Yes.” Everette nodded. “Most of my things were still boxed up.”
I didn’t have any boxes to dig through, but I did have a suitcase. I picked out what I would normally wear to bed and laid it out beside him. His eyes followed me and never looked away. It was strange to have that kind of direct attention from someone. I had received a few compliments in my life and drawn a few stares from time-to-time but being the center of attention was something that I wasn’t used to. I realized I had delayed the final stage of my punishment long enough—the only thing left to do was to unfasten the towel and let it hit the floor.
Here goes nothing…
“Then you dropped your towel…” I sucked oxygen into my lungs and tried not to blush as the towel fell.
“Was that the best part for you?” Everette’s eyes took in my curves like someone who had stumbled into an oasis in the middle of a desert.
“I—liked what I saw.” A lump rose up in my throat, and I tried to swallow it.
“Turn around.” He motioned to me. “I didn’t just stand in one spot once my towel hit the floor.”
“No…” I felt more confidence building, and I actually managed to make the turn somewhat pose-worthy.
“Beautiful.” Everette exhaled sharply. “Damn…”
“Then you got dressed.” I looked towards the clothes I picked out.
“You can get dressed later.” Everette reached over and took my hand. “We have to discuss the rest of your punishment first.”
“The rest?” I raised an eyebrow. “You said it should match the crime—and it did. After we spied on you, we went back to my house. That was the end of it.”
“Was it?” Everette narrowed his eyes at me. “You didn’t do anything else that Daddy wouldn’t approve of?”
“I mean…” I looked down at the floor. “None that involved you.”
“I didn’t ask if they involved me—I asked if I would approve of it.” There was a light growl underneath his words.
“Probably not,” I sighed. “I’ve already told you everything…”
“That’s why your punishment isn’t over.” He nodded. “You’ve been a very bad girl, and Daddy is going to have to give you a spanking.”
“Whoa…” I pulled my hand away from him. “Hold on.”
“I didn’t stutter.” He reached for my hand again.
“I’ve gotten in trouble quite a few times in my life…” I didn’t pull away when he took my hand again. “I’ve never been spanked for it.”
“Then it’s long overdue.” He patted his knee with his other hand.
The thought of being spanked by him is kind of hot—and I’m so wet right now that I’m practically dripping.
“You’re not going to hurt me, are you?” I took an apprehensive step towards him.
It’s hot, but I can’t help being a little scared…
“That depends.” Everette pulled me down across his knee and gently guided me into position.
“On what…” I looked over my shoulder at him.
“How quickly I hear some actual remorse when you tell me that you’re sorry for your naughty behavior…” He lifted his hand.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Ow…” I immediately threw my hand back to protect my ass before he could land another one. “That stings!”
“Then you better start apologizing.” He pushed my hand away.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“I’m sorry! Ow!” I bounced on his knee a couple of times
.
“I believe what you meant to say…” He lifted his hand again. “Was—I’m sorry, Daddy.”
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Yes! I’m sorry! I’m sorry, Daddy!” I squirmed against his knee, but he put a hand above my hip so he could hold me in place.
“That’s better.” His tone was a little firmer than normal.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Ow…” A whimper echoed in my throat. “I said I was sorry…”
“If you’re truly sorry, then you know that you deserve this spanking.” He adjusted me on his knee. “You’ve been a very naughty girl, haven’t you?”
“Yes Daddy…” I whimpered again.
“And what do naughty girls get?” He patted my ass a couple of times.
“A spanking…” I leaned forward and dug my nails into his pants.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
The stinging got worse when the spanking truly began. It took a little time for me to truly process what was happening. One minute I was dropping my towel and the next, I was over his knee. Our first night together had definitely taken a turn that I didn’t expect. I couldn’t really argue with his logic or what he said—I had been a very bad girl while my parents were out of town. I was having one last rebellious weekend before I left for college, but I didn’t think there would be any repercussions. I took extra measures to make sure that was the case—measures that Everette was aware of because he helped me hide the evidence.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Am I going to have to worry about any of this naughty behavior while you’re away at college?” Everette’s tone was still firm.
“No Daddy!” I quickly shook my head back and forth.
“You better be telling me the truth.” His hand slowed down, but he delivered a few more painful smacks. “Otherwise, I’ll be making an unscheduled visit to Arizona long before you come home for Thanksgiving…”
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