Discipline Down Under

by Patricia Green

  Tripp’s heart skipped a beat when she pouted. “Meanie.”

  Instead of answering verbally, Tripp positioned them on the ground, until she was on her back and he was holding himself up over her. He rubbed his cock over her smooth, flat belly, and down along the seam of her thigh. Holding there at the seat of her tender femininity, he bent and kissed her. It was a long kiss, with tongues twining and their breaths co-mingling. Peggy reached up and grabbed his hair, her tugs telling him that she felt the urgency, too. Moving to his knees, Tripp let his mouth trail down her chin and slender throat, lower to her peaked nipples. He suckled at one and then the other, enjoying the bumpy tightness of her areolas and the pointed firmness of her nipples. She moaned beneath him and arched, moving her legs until she was hugging his pelvis with her knees, open to him.

  Tripp stopped his nipple teasing and touched her folds, exploring gently, reveling in her moans and the insisting thrusts of her hips toward his hand. His fingers slid into her wet channel, but only two. She was tight, but Tripp knew she’d open for him like a flower. Peggy’s clit was small, responding eagerly when he thumbed it gently.

  “Please!” she cried. “Don’t tease me anymore. I want you so bad!”

  “I’m not teasing, luv. I’m savoring ya.”

  “Either fuck me or savor me harder. I’m so close to coming, I can almost feel it.”

  “Demanding, aren’t you, sheila? Roll over on yer hands and knees.”

  “Oh, damn you! You’re making me crazy!”

  He moved away slightly and helped her roll over and come up. “That’s better.” Once again, he played with her pussy until she was moaning, and dripping wet. When he thought she might begin to orgasm, he swatted her twice on the thigh, a place where the switches hadn’t touched. Her moan said a lot about her. Tripp had known that there were some aspects of the spankings that Peggy liked, but this was a kind of test to see exactly how much and under what circumstances. He swatted her again a few times.

  It was no real surprise that when he slid his fingers into her wet sheath, her body trembled and she called out his name, pressing back, forcing his fingers deeper. He touched her while she orgasmed, enjoying the feeling of her channel squeezing his fingers and rippling with his movements inside her.

  “Oh, God,” she said, breathlessly, her orgasm dissipating.

  “Now my turn,” he said. “Are you on the pill?”

  “Yes! I’m safe. My one boyfriend had no diseases. I’m clean. I promise. Are you going to fuck me? Please, please fuck me.”

  Knowing that they wouldn’t have any surprise consequences was all the permission he needed. Tripp fitted his cock to her opening and slowly entered her. She trembled and sighed, trying to press back to force him deeper, faster, but he held her hips and went as slowly as he could stand. Finally, he was seated deeply.

  It took him but a few seconds to find a rhythm. She was nearly thrashing beneath him, but he held her hips and went on fucking her, feeling her slipperiness coating him, the walls of her channel kneading him.

  It was over too soon, even though Tripp tried to make it last a long time. But when he pressed his thumb ever-so-gently to her puckered asshole, she came with a cry that must have scared all the bilbies into their hidey holes. At that signal, Tripp allowed himself to release. A few more thrusts and his balls had emptied.

  They breathed harshly for a time, but eventually, Tripp withdrew and they found their way to spooning on the narrow mat, in the little clearing near the fire.

  “Don’t scare me like that again, Peggy,” he murmured against her ear.

  “Scare you?”

  “Don’t hie off into the wilderness with strangers again. I was scared shitless for ya.”

  “You were? Really?”

  “Of course. I care what happens to ya.”

  “I care what happens to you, too, Tripp.” Peggy’s voice was soft, sleepy. Tripp wasn’t sure she’d even known what she said.

  It didn’t matter. They were together now, and for her time in Australia, he’d find a way to spend his time with her.

  * * *

  A short time later, Peg enjoyed a much less harrowing trip upriver in Tripp’s boat. His friend, Gary, was miffed at Tripp until Tripp explained how close a call it had been. Then he conceded that Tripp’s instincts had been good and the borrowing of the boat was justified. He motored them back to Katherine.

  This time, Tripp joined Peg in her hotel room.

  “Are we going to do this like the last time? So long and sayonara?”

  Tripp grinned. “I hope not.”

  “What do we do?”

  “I’m thinking we take another trip together, but this time, I’d like to show ya a cattle station. You’d probably call it a ranch.”

  “That’s where your family lives, right?”

  He nodded. “Yeah. Maybe ya’d like to meet them. See how an outback family lives here in Oz.”

  Peg was delighted; she could hardly wait to text her friends about it. She’d get to meet his family. Surely that was like a kind of sort of commitment. A little. “Yes! I’d love it. When do we go?”

  “I need to make arrangements with Victor, but we should be able to go tomorrow afternoon.” He looked very happy at that moment, and Peg wanted to kiss him, so she did. Tripp kissed her back deeply. And, if Peg had had her way, they’d have fallen onto the hotel bed and done it all over again. But Tripp had other ideas.

  “We both need a shower, and I need to get back to my place and secure a few things before I take ya out of town.”

  Disappointed, Peg didn’t even try to stop her pout. Maybe he was too old to do it more than once a day. How old did a guy have to be for that? Tripp was twenty-six. That hardly seemed old, though it was true that he was ages more serious and experienced than she was. Still, she wanted to make love with him again.

  Putting on her best seductress voice, Peg took a step toward him and brushed her hands across his t-shirted chest. “Please? I’ll make sure you don’t regret it.”

  He laughed. “I’ll just bet that’s true. But not now. If I don’t take care of things today, we won’t be able to leave tomorrow as we wanted.”

  “Hmph. Okay. Have it your way.”

  Tripp tilted her chin up and gave her a peck on the lips. “That’s how it needs to be between us, Peggy. Ya have to trust me to make the decisions that are hard and that matter. I’m not the kind of guy ya wrap around yer little finger.”

  Oh, boy was that true. “I know. It’s just that…”

  This time, he kissed her forehead. “I know. We’ve started something and yer a greedy little girl.”

  Laughter bubbled up from deep in Peg’s belly. “I am not greedy,” she teased. “I am… used to getting what I want. Doesn’t everyone want that?”

  “Yeah,” he said, tapping her lightly on the nose. “We all want that. I ought to warn ya, though, my family is a family of workers. We run a cattle station, which means the work is hard, dirty, and tied to the animals. This is nothing like yer life in America, or even the way yer father lives in Perth.”

  “Okay. I’m warned. I’ll wear my hiking boots and watch out for cow pies.”

  That got a hearty laugh out of him. “I can’t wait to see how ya react.”

  “Is this a test?”

  “Maybe. I don’t know what comes next. We’ll just take one day at a time, okay, luv?”

  “Okay.”

  “It’ll take us about two days driving to get there. Mind if we use yer Land Rover?”

  “I’ve seen your vehicle. I insist we use my Rover.”

  “Apples. Now, I’m off. Pack up everything but yer party dresses. You won’t be needing them.”

  With that and a kiss goodbye, he left Peg to figure out what to take to a trip to a cattle station—whatever that was. Fortunately, she hadn’t brought any party dresses. She’d pack it all up and sort it out later.

  * * *

  The drive was hot and dusty, but Peg’s Rover was up to it. They stopp
ed briefly in petrol stations where they could, and stopped to camp out about ten hours down the Stuart Highway, near the Barkley Highway. It was a desert landscape, with scrub and low, hardy trees. But that didn’t matter to Peg nearly so much as being with Tripp.

  That night, they drove off-road for a short distance from the highway and set up a tent and a carefully tended fire. Peg was starved, but not so much for food as for Tripp.

  “Do we have to eat? Can’t we just… you know… crawl into the tent?”

  Tripp laughed. “Insatiable, ya are. One night of rooting and ya can’t wait for more.”

  “Two nights. Remember we… um… were together before.”

  Tending the fire, he nodded. “I remember.”

  “Don’t you want to do that again?” she asked, watching him open cans of something.

  “Absolutely. But we need to be safe here first, and keep up our energy. Ya don’t want me to flag right in the middle, now do ya?”

  She most certainly did not, but she was still pouting. “No.”

  He grinned and warmed up the food in silence. Finally, they ate and cleaned up. Tripp tamped down the fire to safe embers, and gestured toward the tent.

  “Yeah!”

  That got a huge laugh out of him. “I hope I can live up to yer expectations.”

  Peg grabbed him by the waist of his jeans and dragged him close. “I want to undress you. It’s okay to be naked out here, right?”

  “Only the stars to see us, luv.”

  She looked up. The night sky in Australia looked so different from North America. The stars were in all the wrong places. But there were so many to see! In the outback, there were no city lights to stifle the stars’ twinkling, and it looked like a panorama of shining dots. It almost took her breath away, but didn’t distract her for long. Making quick work of it, Peg pulled off Tripp’s t-shirt and unbuckled his belt. “I hope you never use this on me again,” she murmured.

  “Only if ya deserve it.”

  “I’ll never, ever deserve it again.”

  Tripp chuckled and helped her lower his jeans, and tug off his boots and socks. “Don’t make promises ya can’t keep, Peggy. You’ve got a naughty streak.”

  Peg ran her hands up Tripp’s smooth flanks, enjoying the play of muscle there and the breadth of his chest. She rubbed her belly against his belly and what was half-erect when she started, came fully to life and poked her firmly.

  “You undress me, too,” she told him, holding her arms out in the air to help.

  “You undress you. I want to see ya strip. Put a little tease into it.”

  Smiling brightly, she hoped seductively, Peg twisted and shimmied, peeling off her clothes like a stripper. Well, she thought it was like a stripper. She’d never actually seen one. But she seemed to do it well enough, because Tripp was smiling and clapped when she was done and as naked as he was.

  “Now, into the tent.”

  “Yes, sir!” Quickly she crawled into the tent, and, knowing Tripp was right behind her, she did a little butt wiggle. It got her a smack on the rump, but also a chuckle of appreciation from him.

  Peg lay on her back, her arms outstretched in welcome. Moments later, he came to her, accepting her hug, and giving her a passionate kiss in return.

  They kissed for a long time as they rubbed their bodies together. Tripp held himself slightly away from her on his strong arms, carefully not crushing her with his weight. There was a significant difference in their heights and weights, so Peg thought it extremely considerate of him. And his kisses were divine. Not only did he tickle her tongue, but he touched his tongue to her lips, licking them as though she was the tastiest thing he could imagine.

  It made her want him between her legs even more, but he wasn’t in as much of a hurry as she was, and his low-voiced command proved it. “Slow down, luv. I’m not going anywhere. Let’s take this easy.”

  “But…”

  “Do ya want another spanking?”

  No. Yes. “Depends on what kind,” she whispered in his ear, giving his lobe a little nip.

  “The naughty girl kind,” he said, rolling onto his back, away from her.

  She quickly moved to straddle his hips. “Not my favorite.” Tripp’s erection teased her pussy lips so pleasantly. Peg felt like she was burning up with need.

  Tripp fondled her breasts, teasing her nipples gently, then roughly, then gently again. Peg was squirming when he moved one hand down to the juncture of her thighs.

  “Can ya ride a horse?”

  It seemed like a non-sequitur to Peg. “Huh?”

  “Do ya want me to teach ya to ride?”

  “Now?”

  He nodded. “Right now.” Beneath her, he bucked his hips slightly.

  “Oh! Yes! I want to ride.”

  “I thought ya might. Mount up.”

  While Tripp thumbed her clit, distracting her unmercifully, she tried to position herself on his hot, hard cock. Mostly, all she could do was moan and wiggle. Finally, he stopped teasing her and guided her to where they both wanted her to be. His eyes closed briefly as she seated herself firmly, and Peg knew he was as lusty as she.

  It took her a moment, but she soon found the grinding rhythm that had them both breathing hard. Once again, Tripp manipulated her clit, and Peg thought she might burst right up through the tent ceiling.

  “Yes,” she whispered, losing her rhythm. Tripp’s hands on her hips got her back on track.

  “That’s good, Peggy-girl.” Peg raked her nails down his torso. She wanted to eat him up, to tear him in two and crawl into his skin. She wanted to fall into pieces and smother him with her love. He grabbed her hands and held them at her rocking hips. “Ah! No nails, luv.”

  Peg might have wanted to say she was sorry, but she didn’t; she couldn’t. All she could do was rasp out a breath. After a few moments, he let her hands go, and went back to teasing her clit, her nipples. He even smacked her rump a few times, which pretty much drove her to the edge.

  “Oh, God, Tripp! I’m going to come!”

  “Go ahead.” His voice was an octave lower, his jaws tight. Clearly, he was holding himself in check.

  “Yes, yes, yes!” The southern hemisphere stars collided, and an explosion ripped through Peg’s body, as she orgasmed hard and deep.

  “Good girl,” he murmured. With one great thrust upward, filling her so completely that she thought she might come again, Tripp growled and gave it up to her.

  Exhausted and replete, Peg collapsed on him, their chests heaving as they caught their breaths.

  “Good…” she whispered.

  Tripp petted her hair. “Yeah, good.”

  Peg would have fallen asleep right there, with him still inside her, but he slid free and rolled them both to their sides, pulling her against him, front to front.

  “Another ten hours on the road tomorrow, Peggy,” he murmured against her forehead. “Better get some sleep.”

  All Peg could do was yawn. Her eyelids felt so heavy. She pressed against his warm body and slept a dreamless sleep.

  Chapter Eight

  The next day was a long, hard drive. As they got closer to the cattle station, where cell towers were available, Peggy began to send text messages on her cellphone. It seemed to Tripp that she had a lot of people to text, because her fingers were flying as he drove.

  To tease her, he started humming ‘Lonely,’ the Daft Punk song. After a minute of humming, he started singing it softly. Finally, that got her attention.

  “You sing well.”

  “Did ya recognize the song?”

  “Yes. You cannot possibly be lonely. I’m sitting right here.”

  “In yer own little world of cellphone friends.”

  Peggy’s face got a little red. “I’m sorry. My friend, Mandy, hasn’t heard much from me lately. I’m trying to catch up.”

  “S’all right, luv. How is it that she’s up in the middle of the night? There’s quite a time difference.”

  “Mandy works at an all-nigh
t convenience store. The store is pretty much dead most of the night. This is actually her best time to talk.

  “My mother says I’m on my phone too much,” she said, putting the phone down with some reluctance. “Maybe she’s right.”

  “Tell me about yer mum.”

  “Oh, she’s… motherly. A busy person, though. Always at charity functions.”

  “Ya didn’t go with her?”

  “Not much. I was in the way, you know. Charities are important, but not so much fun from a kid’s point of view.”

  “I suppose not.”

  They sat in silence for a time before Tripp turned on the satellite radio. The music blanketed them through a few songs, but Peggy spoke up. “What about your mom?”

  He thought about that. He didn’t know how to describe Leticia Ruf. She was a bit of a force to be reckoned with. “If I had to use one word to describe my mum, I’d say strong. She’s got a good heart, but wouldn’t take any rubbish from us.”

  “Even your dad?”

  That brought on a laugh. “No. Dad’s made of sterner stuff. He’s the head of our household and has the final say. Mum handles most things, but when push comes to shove, she’ll defer to him.”

  “Like you.”

  “With you, ya mean?”

  Peggy nodded.

  “Yeah. I guess Dad and I have the same outlook.” Still wondering if he could make something out of a potentially heartbreaking relationship, he asked, “How do ya feel about that?”

  “I don’t know. You know, my dad and mom divorced when I was little. Dad was always off somewhere else in the world when I was growing up. He was good to me, as much as an absentee father could be, but I was mostly raised by my mom.”

  “Why come to Australia to be with yer father, then?”

  “Um, Mom and I sort of had a disagreement.”

  That was curious. “What about?”

  “My leaving school. She thought art history would be the thing for me. All it did was make me frustrated. I didn’t want to learn about great artists, I wanted to be one. With my photography. I have goals. She doesn’t understand. She cut off my allowance. So I caught a plane to Perth.”