“That was exhilarating. I can’t wait to do that again.” Mayor Danvers walked over the group and picked up his drink.
I can’t even move.
Chapter 15: Luther
I waited patiently for my turn with Samantha. Each of them had their turn and I could see her exhaustion rising with each man who had their way with her. I helped her back into the chair and fixed her a glass of iced tea. She consumed most of it in one gulp and I refilled it immediately. I hoped the caffeine and a little rest would get her ready to spend some time with me. The fantasy we had played through the night before was stuck in my head and I couldn’t wait to do it again. I just hoped she wasn’t too exhausted to enjoy it. Jesse walked into the kitchen and returned with some leftovers from dinner which she devoured without much thought. It was almost an hour before she finally seemed to come down off of the endorphin rush she had experienced from all of her orgasms. She gave me a look that let me know she was ready and as I stood, so did she. I locked hands with her and pulled her close, feeling the warmth of her naked body through my clothes. She was ready to be mine—ready to submit to the fantasy and become the naughty girl in need of discipline. The crowd that was still waiting to tend to her needs parted as we walked towards the stairs with our hands joined together.
“You should stay with her tonight after you’re done. I think she would like that.” Axe patted my shoulder and the others seemed to agree.
“So what is this surprise you have for me?” Samantha walked into her bedroom and turned towards me as soon as the door was closed.
“Something to make sure that you are truly sorry for your sins tonight.” I walked towards her dresser. “I hid it in here after dinner.”
“Sounds so secretive...” She crawled on the bed and watched me.
“This is just for us—if you want to talk about it with the others, I don’t mind. We shouldn’t have any secrets, but I do feel like we should explore our fantasies.” I pulled the object from the dresser and turned to her.
“Is that—a paddle?” Her eyes opened wide.
“Yes it is.” I turned the wooden, oval shaped paddle over in my hand. It was sturdy and thick with a handle long enough for my hand to easily grip.
“Where did you get that?” She bit down on her lip a little, but her stare suggested she was intrigued.
“We get a lot of donations at the church. Sometimes people just dump the trash they don’t want and we have to sort through it. This showed up in a box from one of our deacons and by the worn look of it, I assume it was used fairly often at one time.” I brought it down firmly in the palm of my hand and she flinched at the cracking sound it produced.
“That sounds like it’s going to hurt.” She bit down on her lip again.
“I’m sure it will.” I walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed. “If you think it is too much, we can skip this part.”
“I don’t think naughty girls get to skip their punishment—even if they know they’ll have a very sore ass after it’s done.” She crawled towards my knee.
“You’re right about that.” I smiled as I pulled her into a submissive position with her bottom tilted across my knee.
I rubbed the paddle against Samantha’s bottom and I could see goosebumps forming. Her breath slowed down and she started to tense up each time the paddle moved. She was caught between curiosity and fear. I lifted the paddle and brought it down firmly on one side of her bottom. She flinched, but relaxed. I gave her a similar smack on the opposite side and the sounds of the paddle landing on her bare flesh echoed through the room. The paddle definitely did more to her than my hand did. There were two pink circles where it had landed, one on each side of her bottom. I brought it down again, placing it directly on the spot where the first one had landed. Her bottom bounced a little bit and she squirmed. I repeated it on the other side and got the same reaction. I lifted the paddle and delivered two quick smacks, one on each side of her bottom. She tensed up for a moment but relaxed again. It was quickly turning her bottom pink. Each one she got seemed to darken it slightly. I gave her a firm one on the right side of her butt and then placed the paddle on the left. When I lifted it, I brought it down on the right instead of the left and she yelped.
“Ow!” She squirmed on my knee again. “That wasn’t fair...”
“Fair?” I held a firm tone and brought the paddle down again on the right side of her bottom. “There’s nothing fair about being punished.”
“Ouch!” She squealed and bounced her hips on my knee.
“This stings a lot more than my hand, doesn’t it?” I brought it down on the left side.
“Yes!” She nodded and grimaced. “I think it’s going to make me a very good girl.”
“Right now, it only seems to be making you extremely wet.” I brought the paddle down on her bottom again, delivering two quick smacks that bounced from one side to the other.
“I can’t help it...” She lifted her bottom up.
“Maybe you need to be paddled harder.” I gave her a smack that was a little firmer than the others.
“That isn’t making it any better.” She shook her head and I gave her another smack. “You’re setting my pussy on fire.”
“I’ve got something that can put that fire out.” I nodded and paddled her again.
“I need it.” She started to grind her hips against my cock. “I need it now.”
I put the paddle on the bed and helped her off of my knee. I reached for the buttons on my shirt, but she was too quickly for me. She attacked my lips like a woman possessed. I wrapped my arms around her and felt a passion from her that I hadn’t felt the previous night. The fantasy was mixing with reality and the paddle had awakened something within her. She tore at my clothes until I was naked. She pushed me towards the bed and then straddled me, but instead of facing me, she positioned herself so that she was facing away. She stroked my cock and then started to slide onto it. A gasp escaped her lips when she got to the base and started to grind against my pelvis. Her desire was almost primal. To my surprise, she reached over and picked up the paddle, leaning back and putting it in my hand. She bounced on my cock a couple of times and then bent over so that it was still inside of her, but her bottom was tilted upwards.
“Now I want you to make me...” She let out a moan as she slid up and down a few inches of my cock, “...really sorry.”
I clenched the paddle in my hand and brought it down on her bottom. Hearing the sound and watching her reaction made my cock throb. The impact caused her to bounce a little on my cock and then she was still. I gave her a smack on the opposite side of her ass and she bounced again, sending sensations of pleasure through me. I started to pant with excitement as I brought the paddle down on her exposed bottom. She didn’t move unless she felt the sting of the paddle and as soon as it dissipated, she stopped moving. The only way I was going to get the pleasure I craved was to punish her. I repeated the pattern several times, bringing the paddle down hard and gasping as she rode my cock from the reverberation of being punished. Her bottom started to turn a darker shade, almost as red as it was when I punished her with my hand, but she kept begging for more, bending over so that more of her bottom was exposed. My lust roared to life and I needed her to keep going. My balls were throbbing with a desire to explode and she was barely teasing me. I started spanking her harder, with less time between the smacks, and she never had a chance to stop bouncing.
“Yes!” She squealed and kept moving up and down my shaft. “Make me sorry!”
I kept paddling her and felt the sensations flooding through my body. I was close to the release I needed, but what we were doing was so erotic and exciting I didn’t want it to end. My desires consumed me and I kept spanking her, feeling her squirm and writhe on my cock until I felt her start to cum. I paddled her through her orgasm as she kept consuming my cock with her pussy and then I could no longer hold back. The sight of her punished bottom and the feeling of her eruption made the cum surge through my balls and into
my cock. I exploded into her with an ejaculation that was more powerful than anything I had felt before in my life. The previous night barely registered on a scale compared to it. I ejaculated for what felt like an eternity, feeling my seed flood her pussy. When I was finally done, my arms collapsed onto the bed and I felt a tingle from head to toe. She bounced on my cock a couple of times before she pulled it free from her pussy. It was saturated with the combination of our lust.
“I made a really big mess...” She leaned down and took my cock in her hand. “I guess I should clean it up.”
“Oh wow!” Her lips enveloped my cock and her tongue moved along the bottom.
I thought I was done but Samantha’s mouth made my cock start to get hard again. She moved up and down it rather fast once she got the residue of our orgasms off. I felt myself tightening up again. It seemed that I still had something left to give. She wrapped her hand around the base of my dick and twisted it as she went down on the top part. It was enthusiastic, naughty, and so mind blowing that I felt my balls getting tight. My hips twisted and my abdomen clenched. It was a mixture of my cock being massaged when it was at the most sensitive point, yet a desire to experience another explosion. I finally felt my body give way to temptation and I erupted in her mouth. It wasn’t as powerful as what I felt when I was inside of her but it was like having all of my energy drained out of me. She licked along the bottom and sucked the last drop out of the tip before leaning back and smiling.
“I figured I’d do something naughty so you have a reason to punish me tomorrow.” She crawled up the bed and lay down beside me.
“That’ll definitely do it.” I let out a tired sigh. “I’m glad I don’t have to go back downstairs because you have completely drained me tonight.”
“Good.” She closed her eyes. “Let’s go to sleep.”
“That’s a good plan.” I put the paddle on the table beside us, turned off the lamp, and wrapped my arms around my beautiful Samantha.
Chapter 16: Samantha
I had no idea how to explain what I felt when I saw the paddle for the first time. Knowing he wanted to use it on me made me tingle with excitement. A few smacks on my ass made me quiver with a desire that was so strong I was afraid I would orgasm just from being paddled. The paddle had managed to breathe life back into me after I was entirely exhausted from what I experienced downstairs and then it took my breath away. My ass was sore and practically on fire when the desire inside of me was satisfied, but I didn’t care. Thoughts about being back in that very position again were dancing around in my head as I tried to sleep. I could hear Luther’s light snore before I even recovered from the afterglow of my orgasm. I was sad to be leaving them the next day, but I knew I didn’t have a choice. I needed to get back home and make arrangements so I could move to Granite Falls permanently. The separation was going to be hard. I had no doubt about that.
THE NEXT MORNING STARTED the same way the previous one did. I woke up to find them waiting on me with breakfast ready. Luther was still sleeping beside me, but he started to wake up once they moved towards the bed. They sat down a plate for both of us and let us choose what we wanted from a variety of breakfast items. I leaned more towards the bacon, eggs and toast. Luther mostly ate fruit.
“The tires look good.” Axe walked around my car and kicked each one of them, which appeared to be his way of testing them. “I’ll follow you until you hit the highway.”
“You’re sweet, but that isn’t necessary.” I shook my head and smiled.
“No, he’s definitely following you.” Jesse piped up from the front porch of our house. “The last time you were out there, you blew a tire.”
“I still think one of us should go with you.” Steve leaned against the rail that surrounded the porch.
“We talked about this during my bath—and again at breakfast. I’ll be fine, I promise.” I opened my car door. “Hugs?”
I hugged Axe first since he was right there beside the car. They all took their turn giving me a hug, some of them letting it linger a little longer. Blue went for a little extra and kissed me as well, which started the process all over again because they all wanted that too. Each of them seemed to try and outdo the other, so I spent nearly thirty minutes having my lips crushed by one hungry set after another. By the time I had finished with them, I was already tingling with excitement and I really just wanted to go upstairs. I fought back against my desires and climbed into the driver’s seat. Axe cranked up his motorcycle and followed behind me. As much as I tried to convince them I didn’t need an escort, I was happy he was there. When we reached the highway and he waved goodbye before turning his motorcycle around, I felt an intense sadness circulating inside of me. I felt tears in the corner of each eye and turned on the radio, trying to fight them off. I couldn’t believe how sad I felt towards leaving. When I arrived in Granite Falls, all I wanted to do was get out—once I was gone, all I wanted to do was get back there as quickly as possible.
Just explain things, get some stuff, and come back—it is easy.
My father was a lot better than he was when I left. I put my grandmother’s ashes on the table and gave him the deed for the house. He seemed to be in good spirits and I wasn’t quite ready to tell him about Granite Falls quite yet, so I went upstairs to make a phone call to Jennifer Payne. She wasn’t sure if her father would be able to offer any help on the American Motors plant, but she agreed to check into it. I wanted to get back in my car and drive back that instant, but I was tired after driving nearly eight hours to get home. I went downstairs and had dinner with my father, returning as soon as it was over to start figuring out what I needed to take when I went back to Granite Falls. I knew I needed my clothes, some essentials from the bathroom, but everything else could stay behind. As much as I cherished my memorabilia from high school and college, it didn’t seem necessary. I finally curled up in bed and pulled my pillow close, imagining it was one of my men holding me tight.
I miss you guys—I have no idea how I’m going to tell my father. I want to be brave, but this is going to be really hard.
I woke up early with Granite Falls on my mind. I had to tell him early so I could start packing. If there was a fight, I would have to let him settle down before I could leave. My feet were heavy when I got to the bottom of the stairs. My father was in the kitchen making breakfast and coffee was already filling the house with a delicious aroma. I poured a cup after saying good morning and helped him finish preparing breakfast. I wasn’t sure all of the greasy fats were good for a man who had just recently recovered from surgery to open up some clogged arteries, but I didn’t want to say anything. Just when I thought I was going to be brave enough to open my mouth, there was a knock at the door. My father’s nurse was there to check on him. I went back up to my room and found that I had a missed call from Jennifer. I immediately closed my door and called her back.
“Jennifer!” I was nervous and excited at the same time.
“Hey Samantha!” Her voice was cheerful—I hoped that was a good sign. “I talked to my dad this morning and he said he’s familiar with the deal, but everything is tied up in red tape. He didn’t go into a lot of details, but it sounds like there are some lobbyists pushing for them to accept the proposal from Granite Falls. He said the deal is better than the one that the state is offering, but the state doesn’t want to let it go through because they would lose out on their only opportunity to sell the land. Apparently, they’ve been sitting on it for a long time just waiting on something like this to come through.”
“Seriously? Does he know when a decision will be made?” I felt my heart racing in my chest.
“No, but he said he would check on it tomorrow. I’ll give you a call if I find out anything new. I told him it was for you and you know he adores you like a second daughter, so I think he’ll do some more digging.” She paused for a moment. “Are you back home? We should get together tonight and catch up.”
“Yeah, I’m home...” I didn’t want to tell Jennifer the tr
uth. I felt obligated, which meant Granite Falls would have to wait another day. “Yeah, I’ll come over tonight.”
I had never really considered Charles Payne to be a second father to me, but he was always nice when I visited with Jennifer. If he was willing to try and make something happen, I was all for it. I chickened out again when I got downstairs with my father and wasted the day not putting anything in a suitcase. I checked in with Axe and let him know it would probably be another day before I could get on the road. When night came, I headed over to Jennifer’s house. Her father wasn’t home so we decided to raid his liquor cabinet and do a few shots like we were in college again. Jennifer was so much more successful than me. We both had a business degree but the only job I had ever held was retail while she was already working for a local marketing firm. I just wasn’t very motivated and when my father’s health declined, I used it as an excuse to avoid finding a job.
We did more shots than we should have and I was vaguely aware that I shouldn’t drive, but I wanted to be home so I could figure out how to tell my father the version of the truth we came up with—it wasn’t a complete lie—it just wasn’t everything. In my drunken state, I imagined it going over well and him agreeing to come live in Granite Falls where we would both be taken care of. I smiled at the thought of my fantasy and then my heart sank into my stomach. Blue and red lights started to flash behind me and then a police siren echoed in my ears.
“Oh no!” I pulled over to the side of the road and tried to figure out what the hell I was going to do.
Chapter 17: Axe
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