Naturally Naughty

by Morganna Williams

  “That fits?”

  “Well, not really, but it’ll do in a pinch.”

  The man nodded. “Let me run up to the shop and grab a jack. I’ll be back to change your tire and then you can follow me to the shop and I’ll fix your tire. Be right back.”

  I grinned, hopped back in my car, and called my sister. “Sis? Hey, you haven’t left, have you? Good… a man came in a tire truck… he’s gonna put the spare on then I’m gonna follow him to his shop and he’ll fix it.”

  “Truck? Man? Follow him? Wait, Shan…”

  “I’ll talk to you later, sis.” I hung up the phone quickly as I saw another truck pull up behind me. People are so nice!

  “You got a flat.”

  I love when men state the obvious. This is where I always have to bite my tongue. Men seem to get bent out of shape when you say things like ‘No shit, Sherlock.’ The guy had been nice enough to stop so I refrained. “Yes, but the nice man from the tire shop is gonna fix it. He had to go get a jack.” At the man’s puzzled look I decided to share. “I don’t have one. Broke it ages ago.”

  The man nodded. “You should get a new one.”

  I frowned. Again with the obvious! “Yes, well, thanks for stopping.”

  The tire guy was back pretty quickly. He had my tire changed and I was following him down the road in no time at all.

  As I drove I began to frown. We seemed to be going from the bad part of town to the worst part of town. We pulled up into an old converted gas station. Even in the rain the lot was full of tough-looking youth. Wonderful, the neighborhood hangout.

  I smiled and got out of my car. They all smiled back at me. “Wait in the office where it’s warmer, ma’am.”

  “Thank you.” Why, they were all quite nice.

  I stood in the office, which was indeed warm, and studied the posters on the wall. Tell me… what does a woman in a bikini have to do with wheel rims? Or tools? It’s a mystery to me, but the walls were plastered with a bevy of such bikini-clad beauties hawking auto wares.

  Another large poster caught my attention. It was a big yellow thing with big red letters. It read:

  Leave the Attitude and Colors

  At Home.

  One Bad Act,

  Don’t Come Back.

  I stood studying it and puzzling over what it meant. Did colors equate to gangs? Here in small town America? Surely not, it must mean something else.

  I smiled when tire guy came into the office and sat down behind his desk. “Did you run into something?”

  “Not that I know of. Oh, wait, I hit a big pothole the other day.”

  “You bent the rim. Must have had a slow leak for a few days.”

  “Can it be fixed?”

  “Already fixed it, ma’am.”

  “Oh, you’re fast,” I said with a grin and pulled out my checkbook.

  He was busily filling out a ticket. “Thirty-five, ma’am.”

  I gladly wrote out the check and handed it to him. “Thank you so much for stopping.”

  He nodded and waved as I let myself out the door. I jumped into my car. All was right with the world. I hummed happily to myself as I started to pull out of the little tire shop.

  My smile turned quickly to a frown when Landon pulled in before I could exit. He did not look happy.

  I decided to try and brazen it out. I rolled down my window and gave him my most dazzling smile. “Hi, sweetie!”

  Landon just continued to frown.

  I began to fidget under the piercing look in his eyes. “I… well… umm… How ‘bout them Cowboys?” I finally asked lamely.

  Landon rolled his eyes. “What about ‘em? They lost again.”

  I started to say something else, frantic to lighten his mood, but he held a hand up to stop me. “No. Don’t say anything else. Just go straight to your house and wait for me there. I’ll be along in a little while to discuss… this.” He indicated everything from my car to the tire shop with a wave of his hand.

  “Landon, I…”

  “Go home, Shannon. Don’t worry, I’ll be there shortly.”

  I rolled my window up with a frown and resisted the impulse to poke my tongue out at him as I pulled onto the road. Don’t worry, indeed! Like I was worried he wouldn’t come!

  I fussed and fretted all the way home. My feet were like ice from being in flip-flops in the December rain so I ran some hot water and then sat on the edge of the bathtub and warmed them up.

  I was still sitting there enjoying the feel of the hot water on my poor toes when Landon came in. He looked from the flip-flops on the floor to me and if anything his frown darkened.

  “How many times have I told you not to wear those outside? It’s winter, for crying out loud!”

  “Well, it’s not like I thought I’d be outside for any length of time! Things were just out of my control.”

  “When was the first time you noticed your tire was low?”

  “Last week sometime.” I covered my mouth. Shit!

  “Last week and you didn’t do anything about it?”

  Quickly drying my feet, I got up to stand in front of Landon. “I added air several times. I was watching it. I just hadn’t had time to have it looked at. This morning it was a little flatter than usual, but when I added air again and it took it, I thought it would be okay. I didn’t know it was just a ten-mile solution. It aired back up; how was I supposed to know it would go flat again that quick? I…”

  “Enough!” I raised startled eyes to his when his fingers pressed against my lips to prevent further explanations. “Do us both a favor… stop now.”

  I blinked and nodded. Landon took a deep breath and walked out of the bathroom. I followed in a state of relieved confusion. “Landon?”

  I found him standing in the living room looking out the window. “Do you have any idea how dangerous the neighborhood you were in was?”

  “But I’m okay. My tire’s fixed and everything’s fine.”

  He took another deep breath and I couldn’t be sure but I thought he might be counting. I gasped when he spun to face me and placed his hand beneath my chin to raise my eyes to his. I’d never seen such intensity in his eyes before. I shivered, afraid of what it meant.

  “The Carr Motel was raided at least six times last year for drugs and prostitution and the tire shop you were at has had its fair share of raids too.”

  “But they seemed so nice,” I said lamely.

  “Honey, seeming nice doesn’t begin to cut it. Ted Bundy seemed real nice to a lot of people.”

  I flushed guiltily and tried to look away, but he wouldn’t let me.

  “I’m glad you’re okay, but when I think of what could have happened I feel sick inside. You took a huge risk with yourself today and what galls me the most is that you didn’t have to. You could have called me. You knew I would have come.”

  “I was afraid you’d be mad at me,” I said softly, tears filling my eyes.

  “I would’ve been, but not near as upset as I am right now. I know you think most people are nice, but you can’t trust so blindly. It’s not safe.”

  I reached up and lightly stroked his cheek. “I’m sorry I worried you, Landon. I didn’t think it through. I’m sorry.” I truly felt bad that I’d caused him so much worry.

  Landon nodded and grabbed the hand I’d stroked his cheek with, placing a light kiss on my fingers before letting it go and turning me toward my bedroom with a stinging swat to my bottom. “Go get your hairbrush and bring it to me.”

  “What!?” The man really knew how to take a sweet moment and tear it up!

  “You heard me.”

  One glance over my shoulder at his implacable face had me scurrying to do as he said. I frowned as I handed him the square-backed wooden hairbrush. It was a wonderful brush, felt great against my scalp when I pulled it through my hair, but somehow I didn’t think I would get that same relaxed feeling from it being used on my backside.

  Landon wasted no time; soon he was seated on the couch with me drap
ed over his thighs, bare bottom high and ready. He started in with the brush immediately. I cried out from the first searing contact.

  Landon made sure not one inch of my bottom or upper thighs felt neglected. The brush was applied everywhere equally and repeatedly. The awesome sting it left in its wake had me bucking across his lap as I tried in vain to avoid the brush.

  He held me in place easily and tucked my kicking legs between his own to help me hold still. My Landon was nothing if not considerate.

  I bawled and squawked and howled and screamed and still the brush fell; my bottom felt like it was never going to be the same again.

  I caught patches of his lecture as he paddled me: “flip-flops… tire maintenance… following strange men… future call me… get a jack… proper spare…”

  I’m sure he said more, but really, how can a girl be expected to pay proper attention when her bottom feels like it could keep the superconductor running for a month with its heat?

  The brush finally stopped falling, but then the unthinkable happened. I felt Landon part my bottom cheeks with one hand and one finger began to press insistently against my puckered hole.

  “No, Landon! Please don’t!” I wailed, mortified by this new indignity. Sure, we’d been intimate and even done a little anal play, but this was different.

  “Naughty girls get their bottoms punished inside and out,” Landon said firmly as he continued to press against my vulnerable little hole until it relaxed enough to let his finger in. A burning coolness invaded along with his finger, making me gasp. “What’s that?” I cried, wriggling frantically.

  “Vicks Vapor-rub. I thought it would help me make my point,” he told me as he began to thrust his finger in and out of my ass while I whimpered. I breathed a sigh of relief when he withdrew his finger completely, only to whine and plead when he returned with two and began to take my bottom in a punishing rhythm.

  As I took my punishment I began to become embarrassingly aware of the growing wetness between my thighs. I didn’t enjoy the pain of spanking or of having my tender asshole punished, but being taken so completely in hand by my man never failed to trip my trigger.

  “Do you think you can remember to take better care of your car and yourself in the future?” he asked as his fingers pressed deep, making me groan.

  “Yes, sir!” I promised fervently.

  Then he pulled his fingers free and wiped them on a waiting towel before taking me in his arms.

  I was a mess when he turned me in his arms and cuddled me close. He rocked me and stroked my back while I calmed. When he knew I was calm enough to listen, he placed a tender kiss on my forehead.

  “You’ve got to learn to pay more attention to your car and your surroundings. I love you and I don’t even want to think about something happening to you.”

  I cuddled closer and kissed his chin. “I love you too. I’m sorry I scared you.”

  “I know. Tomorrow we are going to sit down and discuss what we need to do to keep you out of trouble.”

  “But I don’t mean to have these little mishaps.”

  “We’re going to find a way to stop them from happening, but one thing we need to be clear on now. You are never to follow a strange man anywhere. If you have car problems or any other problems you can’t solve, you call me. And in the winter you wear shoes; no more flip-flops.”

  He was being awfully bossy, but it was kinda sweet. I smiled up at him. “Yes, sir.”

  Then he kissed me deeply and I reached between us to free his erection from his pants. Landon helpfully lifted me and I straddled his hips as he lowered me onto his cock.

  I yelped as he cupped my sore bottom to help me ride him hard, but soon the pain and pleasure morphed into one and I came harder than ever before.

  Landon groaned as he emptied into me, his hot seed filling me as I collapsed against him. I loved this man so much, it was almost scary sometimes.

  * * *

  I shifted uncomfortably in my seat as Landon drove me to the appointment at the spa. He’d given me a massage from the spa as an early Christmas gift and insisted on driving me. My bottom was not enjoying the trip so soon after the discussion with Landon the day before. I winced again as Landon hit a pothole.

  Landon glanced over at me and smiled knowingly. “You’ll think before driving on a low tire next time, won’t you?”

  “Mmmm.” Men aren’t the only ones who can be noncommittal when the situation warrants it!

  “Shannon?”

  “I thought we’d covered this yesterday,” I said, shooting a frown across the front seat.

  “I just wanted to make sure you were listening.”

  “Trust me, I will remember your lesson with that blasted brush for days to come,” I said as I shifted up on one hip to take the pressure off my sore posterior.

  Landon pulled up in front of the Cactus Hill Day Spa and I hopped out. “See ya, sweetie!”

  “I’ll be back at two.”

  I nodded and hurried into the spa, glad to be away from that conversation. Now I could relax and enjoy the massage.

  I smiled at the thought of such pampering.

  The helpful lady at the counter escorted me into a little room. “Just fold your clothes and leave them on the chair; you can leave your underwear off or on. The sheet will cover you at all times. Flick this little switch when you’re ready and Robert will be with you.”

  I gulped. Robert? As in a man was gonna rub my naked body?

  I smiled hesitantly at the attendant. “Okay.”

  I thought about it as I undressed; I was being silly. So my masseuse was a man. No biggie, it was all very professional and nothing to worry about. I left my panties on and climbed beneath the big flannel sheet on the table before flicking the switch.

  A handsome man came in almost immediately. “Hello, I’m Robert. I’ll be your masseuse today.”

  I smiled and said hello.

  “Have you ever had a full body massage before?”

  “No. This is my first time,” I told him as I wondered how much of my body a full body massage would entail.

  “Be sure to let me know if I am going too deep or too soft for you.”

  I blinked up at him. “Okay.”

  I watched as Robert lit some aromatherapy candles around the room and put some soft relaxing music on to play. Then he smoothed some oil into his hands and pulled the sheet up off my right leg up to the hip and tucked it tightly around me so nothing but the leg was exposed.

  I nearly groaned with delight when he began to massage my foot and calf. Now this was nice. I closed my eyes and fell into a dreamy state as he massaged my entire right leg and then the left. By the time he got to my arms, my muscles had turned to butter.

  “Now I need you to flip over onto your stomach so I can do the back.” Under the cover of the flannel sheet I did as he’d instructed, settling back down with my face in the little face holder at the end of the table.

  I grinned when Robert started back in on my feet. I did so enjoy having my feet rubbed. He worked his way up my legs again.

  When he began a deep massage into my tender tush, I nearly flew off the table. His hand kept the area in question completely covered, but oh, my goodness, it hurt! Butter muscles were a thing of the past. I was as tense as a drum.

  “Oh, my. Tender here, huh?”

  I flushed. “Yes, very.”

  “Hmm… this is interesting… the area is very hot, yet I don’t seem to feel any of the knots that normally go with muscle trauma or stress.”

  Not only was his deep massage of the area extremely uncomfortable, I thought I might expire of embarrassment on the spot.

  “Ooowwwww!”

  “You really are tender. Maybe I should pay special attention to this area so that you will have some relief in these muscles.”

  “No!!” I was so horrified by that thought I nearly fell off the table to get away from his not-so-healing touch.

  All massage abruptly ceased. “You don’t want me to work on
the sore muscles?”

  “No, it’s fine. I really need some work on my neck though. It’s real tense.” I grabbed his hand and put it on my neck where the muscles had indeed tensed. “See?”

  “Well, okay, if you’re sure you don’t want me to work some more on your buttocks.”

  “I’m sure.”

  “Okay, but the tenderness of that area is concerning. Have you done any new exercises?”

  “No, it’s fine.”

  Oh, my god! Would the man not ever let this drop? I lay in complete and utter mortification as he rubbed the increasingly tense muscles of my shoulders while discussing the state of my tenderized bottom.

  “Goodness. This is the first time I’ve had a patron get more tense during a massage. Please relax. Listen to the flow of the music and breathe in the scented air. Good, those shoulders are loosening up now. I might have time to work some more in the buttocks region. Oh, no, you tensed back up. Relax… relax… breathe deeply… that’s it.”

  On and on it went in a vicious circle. At least my tension kept him busy on my shoulders. Finally my embarrassing massage was over.

  I dressed quickly, eager to get out of there, and stepped into the lobby.

  There was Landon talking to my masseuse Robert. Landon’s eyes were twinkling and he appeared to be on the verge of laughter.

  I frowned and grabbed his arm. “I’m ready to go, honey. Thank you for the lovely massage, Robert.”

  Robert nodded and watched us leave.

  The minute we got into the car, Landon began laughing. “Oh, Shan, that was priceless. He sure was something, going on and on about your muscles. He was concerned about how tender your bottom seemed to be and that you refused to let him work the kinks out. Told me you might need to consult a physician if the symptoms persisted.”

  I glared at Landon, not finding the situation at all amusing. “Landon, it’s not funny! I’ve never been so embarrassed in my life!”

  “Should I have told him that the heat and soreness in your adorable bottom were the result of the thorough application of your hairbrush?”

  “I… ooooohh… no!” Just the thought had me red-faced and sinking low in the seat out of sight.