“Shan! Get some gas! You should fill it when it’s half empty!”
“Yes, Landon.”
“I’m serious, babe! You shouldn’t let your gas get that low!”
“I know… I know… here’s a station… eewwwww, its gross. I don’t want to stop there.”
“No, don’t stop at a gross station, babe.”
“I won’t; there will be another one in a bit.”
Seb and I chattered away as I aimed my car toward home and the next available gas station. At the next town I pulled off and into the Love’s parking lot.
“Damn, it’s so crowded.”
“Ya need gas, Shan.”
I sighed and started to pull around, but the angle was wrong and the line was sooo long. How I hated getting gas!
I groaned in frustration and pulled back into traffic. “I’ll stop at the next one.”
“But Shan…”
“It was too crowded and I’m not in the mood to wait. I’ll make it to the next station.”
“Hmmmm…” was Seb’s disapproving reply.
“So anyway I told my boss he could kiss my butt!”
“You did not!”
“No, but wouldn’t it have been fun if I did?”
“Only if you like unemployment, babe.”
I laughed, then frowned when my car suddenly began to jerk and sputter. “Oh, no!”
“What? What’s wrong?”
I sighed as my car coasted slowly to the narrow shoulder of the road. “I ran out of gas.”
“What!?”
“I ran out of gas.”
“What happened to having forty miles left in reserve when the light came on?”
“I might have slightly misjudged how long the light has been on.”
“Misjudged?”
“It might have come on this morning on the way to work.”
“Well, that’s just beautiful!”
“I know… I know… I should have gotten gas back at the crowded station. Now I’m in the middle of nowhere.”
“Awwww, babe. Call Landon and he’ll come and get you. You might not sit for a bit, but at least you’ll be safe.”
“Are you crazy? I’m not calling Landon. No way! No how!”
“Then what are you going to do?”
“I dunno. I’ll think of something.”
“Why do those words send chills down my spine?”
“Very funny, Seb.” I was startled when my phone started beeping. Crap, the battery was about to die! “Uh, Seb, my battery is fixin’ to die. How long have we been talking?”
“A couple of hours at least. Well, quick, call Landon before it dies!”
“I already told you that I wasn’t going to call Landon. He’d kill me. Then you’d have lost a good friend.”
“Don’t be so dramatic, babe. Call…”
“Seb? Seb?”
I frowned at the phone in my hand. Dead as a doornail. This was a fine pickle.
I studied my options as cars whizzed by on the lonely stretch of Texas highway. It was way too hot to stay in the car. My brains would bake long before help arrived.
I smiled when I spotted the shoebox in the backseat from my trip to Payless earlier in the day. That would be perfect!
I neatly tore the bottom out of the box and pulled the black Sharpie I always kept handy from my purse. I wrote my message in neat block letters.
Please Call the Highway Patrol
Then I climbed from my car and stood just in front of it on the side of the road holding my sign up to the passing strangers.
I had been standing there for a coon’s age when a beat-up Chevy truck pulled to the shoulder just in front of me.
The man who climbed out of it was more than a little daunting. He looked like a cross between a grizzly bear and a hell’s angel. His face was covered with a bushy beard and mustache and the tree-trunk arms revealed by a sleeveless denim jacket were covered in tattoos of skulls and daggers with blood on their tips.
I shuddered and moved a little closer to my car.
“Having a problem, little lady?” He grinned at me, showing all his teeth, or the few he had left anyway, and they seemed to be a mix of brown and green.
I had to work to keep from grimacing. “I’m fine. I just ran out of gas. The highway patrol should be here any minute.”
“You call ‘em?”
“Well, no, but I have this sign…” I finished lamely as I realized I really should have let him think I had called them.
“Your car is probably ruined.”
“Ruined?” I gasped in horror at the thought. Landon really would kill me if the car was ruined!
“Yep, these economically fuel-injected engines burn up when you let them run out of gas.”
“Really?” I squeaked, a knot of dread growing in my stomach.
“Yep. You best come with me. I’ll give you a ride into town and we can call a garage to come pick up your car.”
“I, well… er… thank you for the offer, but I really should stay with my car. I’m sure someone called the highway patrol for me.”
“It might take hours. That’s if anyone even bothered to call. Nope, you should just hop right on in my truck, little lady, and let me take you to the next town.”
He moved to take my arm and I moved even closer to my car and out of his reach. “No… thank you for the kind offer, but I’ll just stay here.”
“Now come on, it’ll be dark in a few hours and you don’t want to be still sitting here then, do you?”
I was saved from answering when a patrol car pulled up behind my car.
The young state trooper walked up and quickly assessed the situation. He walked past me and up to the would-be Good Samaritan.
“Can I help you, sir?”
“I was just offering the little lady some assistance, officer.”
“Well, I’ll take things from here. You can be on your way, sir. Thank you for stopping.”
And just like that, the tattooed bear was sent on his way. Then the patrolman turned to me. “What seems to be the trouble, ma’am?”
“I ran out of gas.”
He nodded. It was hard to read his expression because of the mirrored sunglasses covering his eyes. “You know it’s best to remain in your car with the doors locked when you are stranded on the highway.”
“I know, but it’s soo hot. I would have baked in the car. I’m glad you got here when you did. That man kept trying to get me to get in his car.”
“Exactly why you should have stayed in yours. Thank god you didn’t get in the car with him.”
“I wouldn’t have.”
“Mmmm…”
Lord, I hate that little noise. Is it universal to men the world over? “Well, I wouldn’t have!”
“I didn’t say you would have, ma’am. Now do you have someone we can call?”
I wrinkled my nose. “Couldn’t we just call a wrecker? That man said my car was probably ruined.”
“Ruined?”
“Yes, he said that economically fuel-injected cars weren’t designed to handle running out of gas and it burns up their motors.”
“I doubt there is anything wrong that a little gas won’t cure.”
“Oh… well, can’t we call a gas company or something?”
“They don’t generally deliver to the side of the highway, ma’am. We could call a wrecker, but that will cost you about sixty bucks for the trip out here to bring you gas. Don’t you have anyone you can call?”
I heaved a lusty sigh, blowing the hair out of my eyes. “I suppose we can call my fiancé.”
“Well, why didn’t you call him in the first place?”
“My cell phone is dead.”
“Seems your fiancé should have a talk with you about road safety.”
I rolled my eyes. I’d be lucky if a lecture on road safety was all I got. “I guess we’d better call Landon.”
I gave the officer Landon’s cell number and then climbed in my car. Maybe I’d die of heat exhausti
on before he got there.
“Why don’t you come wait in my car, Shannon. Landon will be here in about twenty minutes. That’s too long for you to wait in that hot car. You didn’t tell me your fiancé was a policeman.”
“I didn’t think it was pertinent to the situation,” I said as I sat down primly in the front seat next to him. At least the air felt nice.
“Hmmmm… something tells me he’s talked about road safety before.”
“Perhaps.” What else was I supposed to say to that?
I saw the patrolman grin out of the corner of my eye. Jerk! I had half a mind to return to my own car even if it was hot!
Of course the other half of my mind, the one that controlled my legs, wanted to stay in the air-conditioned police car.
All too soon Landon arrived, complete with gas can. I stood beside my car quietly as he poured the two gallons of gas into my empty tank.
“Landon, I …”
“Not now, Shannon. Thank the officer for coming to help you.”
I quickly complied. “Thank you, Officer Hardy.”
“Anytime, ma’am,” he said with a slight bow.
Landon helped me none too gently into my car with a hand under my elbow. “You go straight to the next gas station, fill up, and then go straight home. I’ll be right behind you so no dawdling.”
I gulped. “Yes, sir.” Now part of me screamed ‘Wuss!’ at my meek response, but the prudent part won out and I pulled sedately from the shoulder and onto the road.
To my deep concern, Landon and the good Officer Hardy seemed to be having a chat.
I was in sooo much trouble!
I had been home for fifteen minutes when Landon arrived. “Well, you had quite an adventure, didn’t you?”
“I can explain.”
He folded his arms over his chest and quirked one eyebrow at me.
“Well, sort of… you see, I noticed on the way to work that the gas light was on, but I didn’t have time to stop. Then after work I was so ready to get home and I stopped at one gas station, but it was grody and you wouldn’t want me to stop at some seedy gas station, would you? So then I pulled into the next one, but it was so crowded and I was sooo tired and I thought I would surely make it to the next station. Only I didn’t quite make it.”
“Why didn’t you call me immediately?”
“Well, I would have, but my phone was dead.”
“Dead? How could your cell be dead? I saw you pull it off the charger before you left this morning.”
I looked at the floor and twirled my foot around nervously. “I might have talked to Seb for a bit longer than necessary.”
“Shannon, your battery has over two hours of talk time on it.”
I felt my face get hotter under his disbelieving gaze.
“You talked to Sebrina for over two hours?”
“Well, she had lunch with me and I…”
“She had lunch with you? She’s in Pennsylvania!”
“Well, no one could eat with me today and I was bored.”
“Bedroom now.”
“But Landon…”
“Now!”
I jumped at the sudden bite in his tone and all but ran into the bedroom. This was not going well at all!
Landon was close on my heels. He didn’t say a word; he simply grabbed my arm and sat down on the bed, pulling me down across his thighs.
He made short work of jerking my pants and panties to my knees, then his hand was slapping down on my vulnerable bottom with a resounding smack.
I jerked and kicked from the first swat as he lit a fire in my behind I wouldn’t soon forget.
“Oowwwwwwwwwwww… ooohhhhhoooo… ooowwwwiiieeeee! I’m sorrrreeeeeee… ooowwweee… ooowwww… Landon!”
His hand continued to fall without mercy; every now and then he punctuated a word with a well-placed swat. “Stranded… no phone… tattooed man… could have been killed… raped… murdered… keep a half a tank at all times… I can’t believe you… think… at least forty miles… the tank shouldn’t ever be low enough for the light to come on!”
I sniffled and howled at the fearsome sting in my poor bottom. “Yes, sir. Yes, Landon! No, sir. I’m sorree!”
Then he lifted me to my feet and tilted me face first over the edge of the bed. I cringed as I saw him reach for my wooden-backed hairbrush. This was soooo gonna hurt!
“I intend to see that nothing like this ever happens again!”
“It won’t!! I swear!! Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!”
The brush bit into my already tender tush, almost bringing me up to my toes. He brought the brush down on my poor beleaguered backside over and over until I was a wailing mass of contrite tears.
Landon cradled me close as I cried out my misery. “I’m so sorrreee… I was so scared… I love you. I will make sure my tank is full from now on and that I always have battery time on my cell.”
“I know you will, sweetheart. I love you too; too much to let something happen to you.”
I snuggled close; as he lay back on the bed with me wrapped tight in his arms, he shifted me so my legs straddled his and then spread his own, leaving me wide open to him. I stiffened and gasped as one large blunt finger began to press insistently against the tender opening of my anus.
“What happens to really naughty girls, Shannon?” he asked me as the finger sank inside.
“Their bottoms get punished inside and out,” I panted as he worked the finger in and out of me.
Then he lifted me off of him and bent me back over the bed while still moving his finger in my ass. Then his finger pulled free and I felt strangely bereft until I heard the sound of his zipper opening.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw him pull the bottle of lube from the bedside table and then I felt the cool substance hit my crack and I moved my legs apart, ready to take his cock inside me. The feel of the large plum-shaped head of Landon’s cock as it pressed into my most private place never failed to make me shiver; the burning stretch was almost welcome as he sank into me.
I moaned loudly as he took me to the root in one long thrust, his balls resting against my sore backside.
“Naughty girls take it up the ass, don’t they?” he asked me as he began to drive in and out of me hard and fast, thighs slapping against my roasted bottom with every inward stroke, reawakening the sting.
“Yes, sir, naughty girls take it hard up the ass!” I cried, almost lost in haze between pleasure and pain.
My bottom thrust back to meet every thrust. I needed this… needed his thorough reminder that I belong to him, relishing every slam of his body against mine. When his fingers came around to work my clit, I whimpered, rising quickly up the crest, but just before I could go over the edge, he stopped and moved my legs even farther apart.
Then his fingers began to tease me again, only to stop once more before I could come. Over and over he worked me up, teasing me until at the end he pounded into me hard one last time and came inside me with heated spurts of his essence.
I wailed my frustration as he pulled free from me, leaving me aching, empty, and unfulfilled.
“What else happens when girls are especially naughty, Shannon?” he asked me sternly, the gentle hand stroking down my back soothingly at odds with his voice.
This time I answered with tears trickling down my cheeks as I shuddered with my need to come, “Girls who are especially naughty don’t get to come.”
“That’s right, now stay where you are and I’ll be right back to clean you up.”
Sighing, I let myself sink into the mattress, my bottom was throbbing and sore inside and out; something I never minded so much when I got to come, but now my clit was throbbing just as hard in need. I’d never wanted to rub one out myself so bad in my life, but I knew better.
Landon came back quickly and gently cleaned me up, careful not to touch my clit again. Then he undressed me before lifting me in his arms to put me in the bed and cover me up.
I was absolutely exhausted, but I grabbed his hand
. “Lie down with me?”
“Of course, sweetheart.” Landon quickly shed his clothes and climbed in next to me, wrapping me close to his heart.
“I’m really sorry, Landon,” I said softly against his chest.
“I know you are, baby. I’m sorry I had to be so hard on you, but I need you to learn this lesson. What would I do without you?” he asked as he pressed kisses to the top of my head.
My body started to relax as his soothing hand continued to stroke over the skin of my back, sleep rapidly approaching, “Love you, Landon.”
“I love you too, Shannon, more than you could possibly imagine.”
A Bonding Experience
It had all started like a normal enough day; Landon and I shared a breakfast of coffee and oatmeal then I hopped in the shower.
I shaved my legs while in the shower and suddenly felt a burning pain in the middle fingernail of my left hand.
“Ooooowwwww!!! Shitfire!!”
“Shannon?”
“Ow ow owwieee! What!!”
“What happened?”
“I cut myself and it hurts.”
“You cut your leg?”
“No.”
“What? Your hand?”
“I cut through one of my fingernails and it’s bleeding a little. Stings like the dickens.”
“Your fingernail?”
“Yes, my fingernail.”
“With the razor?”
“Yes. What is this? Twenty questions?”
“How did you do that?”
“I don’t know. I was shaving and I guess my hand was in the way.”
“Why would you have your hand there if you were shaving?”
“I don’t know, Landon! It was an accident. Good grief, it’s not like I’m filing a report on it!”
“Don’t take that tone with me, young lady. I’m just trying to understand what happened here.”
“I cut my finger while I was shaving. What’s to understand?” I said, frowning at him as I grabbed a towel and stepped out of the shower.
Landon looked at me, shook his head and sighed before leaving the bathroom to finish getting ready for work. I hate that look!
I muttered to myself as I studied my poor fingernail. The cut was diagonal across it, covering over half the nail. A faint red area just above it indicated where my finger was cut beneath the nail. I’d really done a number on it. As I looked at the nail I realized that it was in danger of coming off where I cut it, which would lead to the rest of it coming off too. I couldn’t have that, it would look gross.
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