by Abbie Adams
A Little Sunshine
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A Little Sunshine
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Table of Contents:
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Epilogue
About Abbie Adams
About Maggie Ryan
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Chapter One
"Yes, I'd like another white wine please." What the heck? She might as well; she had promised Tiff she was going to live large. And if she drank another, maybe she would stop wishing she had just stayed home.
When the stewardess brought Sunny the second drink, she sipped it, instead of downing it the way she had the first. She couldn't remember the last time she'd had alcohol and she didn't want to be drunk in a foreign country, especially not when she was all alone. She slouched back into her seat and took a bigger sip as she pondered her sad state.
She and Tiff had been dreaming about this once-in-a-lifetime trip to Cancun for most of their lives, actually planning it for a whole year, and after all of that, she was on a plane by herself. She didn't blame Tiff for ditching her, but that didn't stop her from being depressed.
Tiff had two little boys, Sunny's godchildren, Max and Samuel. They were just four and two, so it was finally a time when the two lifelong friends could steal away. But, as the trip came upon them, little Samuel had gotten a flu bug and then so had Tom, Tiff's husband. Now Tiff had caught the bug too.
Sunny had wanted to, and would have backed out of the trip altogether—the point of it was for the two girls to finally be able to get away together, the ultimate vacation—but Tiff had made Sunny promise to go and have enough fun for both of them. The deciding factor had been the fact that the trip was non-refundable.
Wait, perhaps she should have some wine for Tiff too? She took another deep gulp and sighed. Sadly, she was much too responsible to do anything like that. It must be the librarian in her, she heaved an exaggerated sigh again. It had always been Tiff who was the wild one, the one to talk Sunny into doing the fun things that got them both into trouble. Like the time they had snuck out to watch Tiff's older brother with his girlfriend in the apartment above their garage.
Sunny took the last sip of her wine and set the plastic glass on the foldout table connected to the seat in front of her. She leaned her seat back as far as it would go and placed her pillow to the side. Thank God for window seats. She laid her head against the pillow and looked out the window aimlessly. At least she could dream; things were always safest that way.
She drifted off and thought about Trent that night, his arm lifted high above Mandy's plump bottom.
Sunny imagined she could still hear the crisp slapping sound. The balcony window had been left open, most likely for the cool summer evening breeze, thus providing the two girls front row seats for the show. Mandy's bottom was glowing bright red by the time she and Tiff had snuck up there. Sunny couldn't believe that Tiff hadn't been making it up. Trent had Mandy over his lap and was really spanking her. And even though it had to hurt like crazy, Mandy barely made as much noise as a mouse sneezing. Whimpering and squirming were the extent of her reactions to the hard hand-spanking.
Sunny remembered thinking she would have been screaming in agony. Each of Trent's firm swats seemed to compress and release the flesh on Mandy's poor butt with a slight jiggle, as if Sunny was seeing it in slow motion. He had to be spanking her hard if the rosy shade covering her bottom meant anything. And then, he stopped all of a sudden.
"Are you ready now, little girl?" His voice, stern and unyielding, still played in her head as if a recording, as clear
as it had that very day. And amazingly, just the thought of it still brought about a flush of heat throughout her body. Not to mention warm moisture gathering at the core of her femininity.
His stern face with dark, angry brows, had turned from the task at hand to where his girlfriend's head rested. Mandy didn't, however, lift her face from her arms extending in front of her where she clutched the bed covers in her fisted hands. That was the first time Sunny looked for her face, too. The timbre of Trent's voice demanding of Mandy, tugged at something profoundly inherent deep inside Sunny's soul.
"You know what is going to happen…" Trent reached for Mandy then. One hand found her chin and the other fisted in her long blonde hair, turning her head, demanding she give in and turn to him. "One last time. All you have to do is tell me why you lied to me. If you're not ready to talk, we'll be moving on to my belt. Last chance."
Sunny could not see Mandy's face since she looked away from the window, but she could imagine it was a showing lot of things: regret, submission, guilt, stubbornness, and even raw sex appeal. Sunny would never admit to Tiff that she had noticed how shiny and wet Mandy's bare pussy lips were. Or that she had begun to feel extremely aroused herself witnessing the whole scene.
Mandy whimpered something, but the girls couldn't hear it. Whatever it was, Trent's face hardened with determination. "Fine. I don't know why you insist on doing it this way. You know how it's going to end." While he spoke, he slid out from under Mandy so she remained across the bed on her belly. Trent unbuckled his belt as if in slow motion. Every sound was magnified. The belt came from his loops with a long drawn out hiss and a jingle.
"Please, Daddy. I can't tell you…"
"That's not going to work."
Sunny's breath was in her throat as she had watched Trent reaching for Mandy's red bottom. The flesh across her own ass seemed to quiver when she saw his fingers rubbing across the punished flesh with what appeared to be an affectionate caress. Then she felt her cheeks clench when Trent's fingers closed to squeeze the reddened globe. Her eyes flew from the girl's posterior with Trent's next words.
"I should fuck your ass, hard and fast, while you cry and beg for me to stop." He paused for a few seconds, his fingers still squeezing Mandy's flesh. "No, you might actually like that too much for it to be a punishment."
Sunny held her breath, her hands across her mouth. She wanted to look at Tiff, but couldn't drag her eyes from the powerful man in front of her. Tiff had told her that Trent spanked Mandy fairly often. How could Tiff watch this all the time and act like it was normal?
And the thing that amazed her the most was that Mandy had begged him not to make her tell, and not, "Don't spank me anymore."
Trent folded the belt in half, holding the buckle side in his hand.
"I'm sorry, Daddy. I'm really sorry."
Sunny leaned in to hear better. Had Mandy called him Daddy? She had! Sunny was sure of it. Then it all happened so fast. Trent's arm came back and then forward again with a crack that was as loud as it was visual. Immediately, two red welts appeared outlining where the edges of the belt had landed right across the fleshiest part of Mandy's ass.
But, that was when the worst moment of the night happened. When Sunny had leaned in to hear better, she'd knocked a plant off the stand next to her. The crash scared not only Sunny, but Tiff and Tiff's cat, Cookie, as well. Tiff screeched and Sunny squealed as the flower pot fell from the table to the floor of the deck. It was possibly the screaming girls, but more likely the crashing pot that sent Cookie running for cover. Cookie jumped to the railing of the balcony and then ran away. And worse than crashing pots, scared cats and screeching girls, the commotion outside the window brought Trent's attention to his audience.
He turned around, as angry as Sunny had ever seen him, especially since his look seemed to be directed at her before his head swiveled to his sister. "Tiffany, your butt is next, and Sunny—I'm tempted to teach you a lesson, too."
Sunny often replayed that moment in her mind. The look he'd leveled at her—sadly it was that look she had memorized—from the hard lines of his jaw to the way his brows drew together. A twitch in his cheek and the way he flexed his hand, added to the warning.
Trent hadn't taught her the lesson though, because Sunny was a coward. At almost seventeen, she'd had her license by then, and couldn't leave fast enough. That was not the way Sunny always dreamt about it ending though, with only a simple scowl and threat.
It had been so long since that night, that Sunny wasn't even sure that she remembered the chain of events properly. But, she was positive she'd never forget that scene. She was a little ashamed that she'd not only fantasized about that scene again and again, she'd added to it. Instead of Trent simply threatening to punish Mandy in a very intimate, embarrassing manner as he squeezed her hot bottom, Sunny's imagination took the scene down a different path. Often, she imagined remaining at the window and watching Trent spread Mandy's bottom cheeks wide before doing exactly what he'd suggested, fucking her in her ass to teach his naughty little girl the consequences of misbehaving. She squirmed a bit in her seat remembering how he'd also said that Mandy might like it too much to consider it a punishment. Could that possibly be true?
Perhaps the most important thing she'd taken away from that illicit voyeurism was that she truly had come to regret that Trent never did teach her that lesson. Locked and hidden away in a secret spot in her heart, she'd had what she'd considered strange, improper thoughts for years. Instead of being shocked by what she'd witnessed, she finally admitted to herself why the fantasies were not only never far from her thoughts, but that they always shifted to be centered on herself lying on that bed, grasping the bedcovers as she waited for that belt to crack across her tender flesh. The truth was that she wanted to hear Trent calling her his naughty little girl. She wanted a Daddy of her own. Witnessing the scene had put a light on her deepest darkest desires and she'd learned that maybe she wasn't as crazy as she'd feared.
Mmmm, and she had the whole flight to dream about Trent, as her Daddy, spanking her.
Wait! Her green eyes came open to stare back at her in the reflection of the window without really looking at herself. Closing her eyes again with a satisfied smile, she shifted back down into her seat. She not only had the entire flight, she had a whole week to daydream.
It had changed over the years, the way she fantasized over him. She had run into Trent many times since that night. Each time was as brief as she could make it—Sunny was careful to keep it that way. Okay, maybe that wasn't exactly true. As much as she tried, she was fascinated with him, with his whole being. The man hardly had to look at her, much less lecture her and she flushed hot with embarrassment. And maybe it was her imagination, yet it seemed as if he could tell. He couldn't possibly know how attracted she was to him—she'd never even told Tiff about her attraction to the man. So why did she get so flustered every time he was nearby?
It wasn't necessarily him that she was in love with—no, she wasn't in love with the man! It must have been the control, the confidence and the authority he had. She barely knew him, even if she'd fantasized over him for years. That was all she could do, dream of the lessons he'd teach her.
* * * * *
"Go into the house now. I will be there in five minutes. You know what? I expect to find both of you in a corner when I come in there. Tiff, you know better, and you should too, Sunny. Move it." Trent barked orders at them as if he was not only used to it, but right at peace with his authority. Tiff's parents traveled a lot so she was often left in her older brother's care. Sunny knew that Tiff loved him unconditionally, but that she also didn't want to let him know what she was up to most of the time. Her friend had a genuine respect for him, but also a proper fear of discipline as it were.
The two girls headed into the house in a grave silence. However, once in the living room, both started to talk at the same time. Tiff was angry and embarrassed that Trent had humiliated her in front of Sunny. Their words came out at the same t
ime.
"God, I hate him!"
"Is he serious?"
Tiff's glance darted around the open room until it stopped at the one corner and she hurried to it. Speaking though winded, hurried bursts, she moved a large armchair over and out of her way.
"He is serious; he never makes empty threats. Ask him. I suppose you can just leave, your car is here. It would probably be for the best anyway." Tiff seemed to switch from being angry to a little scared. Trent had been very frightening.
"I'll stay; I don't want to leave you."
"No, go please. I don't want you to watch this." Tears that had gathered unnoticed in her friend's eyes became obvious as they tumbled down her cheeks, just before she dashed them away. "I'm so embarrassed, Sunny."
"Shhh, it's okay. Friends stick together, right? Besides, he won't be that hard with you if I'm here… I mean he can't be serious about the corner. That's for children and there's no way he could be really planning to spank you. Wait." She gulped remembering the activity that had started the whole fiasco. "He can't spank you, right?"
The question went unanswered as the sound of the back door closing stole their attention. A few footfalls later, the man himself came through the living room door.
"Oh gosh," Tiff whispered as she hurried into the corner she had just cleared.
"So, you didn't think I meant what I said? Or are you just pushing your luck?" He came right up to Sunny and stood looming over her. She felt tiny at five foot four; he must have been at least six-two. "Or you just thought you didn't have to listen? Thought you could just watch again, did you? Fine, sit there—now." He pointed to the armchair Tiff had just moved. "You will watch Tiff get her spanking and think about what you've done."
