Seeking Justice

by Rita Lawless

  Figuring she was stuck with the clothes she wore, Justice snagged a bottle of water from the fridge and headed back downstairs. Starting on the left of every page worked for reading and writing, so she decided that was exactly what she would do to analyze all the data. Before she began, she found a pen and some blank pieces of paper.

  The first few boxes were minimal, mostly Justice supposed, because of their time period. She had no doubt Miss Agatha had been to the libraries to make the photocopies of the newspaper articles. Justice read them quickly, but she found no new information other than what Zander had told her the other evening. By the time she got to the box with the seventies information, she realized the newspaper articles contained the same information. The only thing that changed was the dates, and events, for Bandit Days. It had grown over the years, in both popularity and size.

  It was in the nineties that Miss Agatha had started researching people she thought might be descendants of the bandits. Justice figured the older woman made the decision to start the search because she thought the people might have more information about what happened, stories that had been handed down through the generations.

  "But why would they tell you, Miss Agatha?" Justice said out loud. After all, if the people thought there was money to be made, they would keep the information to themselves and come down here to search for the loot.

  Justice sat back and stared at the boxes. She had made very few notes while reading and she knew that helping Miss Agatha complete her quest was not going to be easy. It was going to take a while. Thinking about the meager amount of clothing she'd brought, and the fact that she hadn't really closed up her apartment in Dallas, she knew she was going to have to make a trip up there and take care of a few things.

  The question was when she would make the trip. She would talk to Zander before she made any real decisions. Thinking of her cowboy made her shiver as she recalled the wonderful things they had done together the night before. He had ways of making her come as no man ever had before. Of course, she hadn't had that many lovers, because she was so afraid of turning into her mother.

  Not the time to think of this, Justice thought as she shook her head. She checked the time. It had been almost two hours since she'd called Zander, and he hadn't called her back. That must mean he was busy, but she still wished he had made some sort of contact.

  She opened her texting window. Missing, one cowboy. Reward if found. After she hit send, she waited. It wasn't long before Zander replied.

  What's the reward?

  Justice thought about it for a few minutes before she typed, How about a blowjob?

  This time, the response came quicker. Be there in about twenty minutes. Be naked.

  On my knees with my mouth open? Justice's fingers shook a little as she hit send. Phone sex had crossed their repertoire of experiences in the past, but they had never used text messaging for foreplay. It was fun.

  How about you bent over the bed ready to be swatted for writing such nasty thoughts. There was a smiley face behind the words. She could imagine the smile on his face.

  Do my nasty thoughts bother you?

  You've given me a hard-on, and I'm afraid it's difficult to hide. You're a naughty woman, Justice. I'm bringing my belt.

  Her reply was immediate. Thank heavens! ;-) Bring that hard-on my way. If we're both lucky, I can swallow it, feel it sliding in and out of my mouth. It's been a while since I sucked your dick. You know how much I love it.

  Justice, stop it.

  She giggled before she typed again. This time the wait was longer, and she wondered exactly who he was with while she was teasing him.

  Finally, there was a response. Behave, right this minute.

  Justice giggled again as she typed. Never. I want you in me, Zander, my mouth and my pussy which is so wet right now I'm soaking my jeans. Come and give it to me, Zander. Now.

  Oh, I'm going to give it to you all right. Be ready. You, bed, bent over, naked, my belt. She could almost hear the barely restrained passion in his deep voice.

  Oh my, she responded.

  This time there was no reply. She imagined him on his horse, working the cattle. Or maybe he was at the barn, introducing Matchstick to his new girlfriend. Either way, she still had a little more time to go through the information Miss Agatha had collected.

  Justice lost herself in her work after she found a story in a statewide magazine that gave more details on the bandits. The author had obviously done more research on the five men involved, and had concluded in the end, that the loot had been buried and never been recovered. It was the first time a writer had taken a definitive stand on the outcome of the story, and it made Justice wonder if the author was right.

  Unfortunately, the writer had not given any sort of idea as to where she thought the loot might be buried. She did, however, interview a man whose great-grandfather had supposedly been a jailer at the time of the events. Justice stood up and started to franticly comb the papers Miss Agatha had collected.

  Nowhere in there did she see any mention of Miss Agatha contacting that man, named Abel Gunner. It was a shock to Justice that Miss Agatha had missed that information. She made a mental note to mention it to the older woman at dinnertime that evening, if she had been released from the hospital. If she hadn't, then Justice would make a trip into town and ask her about it.

  Justice had just put down the magazine when her phone pinged that she had a message.

  Come outside.

  She took a swig of her water before she hurried up the stairs. She made a quick stop in the bathroom to check out her hair in the mirror. It was plastered to her head. There were tiny drops of sweat on her forehead and she took a moment to wipe them off.

  Her phone pinged again, and she grimaced when she saw the message. I'm waiting.

  Justice hurried out the front door, stopping short when she realized Zander wasn't there. She went to the right, and when she didn't see him there, hurried to the left. She wondered if she'd misunderstood the message. His truck wasn't there. Was she supposed to meet him at the big house?

  But when she came to the left hand side of the porch, she stopped in her tracks. Zander was there, sitting on Bandit. His left hand rested on the saddle horn. In his right hand was a length of rope.

  "I thought I told you to be naked and bent over the bed, ready to be spanked."

  Justice's pussy tightened, whether at the sight of her handsome cowboy, or at his words, she wasn't sure. All she knew was she needed him. Now. "I thought it was a—"

  "You thought it was a what? A suggestion? What makes you think you can disobey my orders and get away with it? I thought I was very specific about what I wanted. You, bent over the bed, naked and waiting for my belt to kiss your ass."

  "Zander, I…" words failed her.

  "Take off your clothes." Justice looked around her. There was nothing she liked more than outdoor sex, but doing it in the middle of the day, when there was every chance someone could drive up—she wasn't too sure about that. She decided to use a seductive tact, to try to change his mind about the venue for their tryst.

  "I'll go inside, strip, and bend over," she said as she grasped the edge of her shirt. "Will you spank me hard?"

  "Oh no, Justice, the time for going inside is over. You're getting it out here." He pointed to a spot to the left of the stairs. Bandit stomped his foot, and it made Justice jump. She wasn't sure how long Zander had been there while she'd been working basement, but clearly it had been enough time for him to attach ropes and clamps to the porch.

  "What is that for?"

  "I'm going to tie you to the porch. Then I'm going to tan your hide for making me wait."

  "Um…" she pointed to the door to the bedroom she'd selected for them. The door was open. She walked to it and glanced inside. Not only had Zander had time to set up the ropes he intended to use to bind her, he'd also been in the house. His suitcase sat on the opposite side of the bed from what she'd selected.

  "What if someone sees us
?" she asked, her voice soft.

  "We're not in the front," he said as he dismounted. She watched as he removed Bandit's bridle and reins. Then he patted the horse on the ass. Bandit trotted off to a water trough set near the back of the house.

  "I don't have all day," Zander said as if he were talking to a clerk at a store who was making him wait. "You. Naked. Now. Porch. Ropes. Belt. Did I mention now?"

  Justice loved the stern tone of his voice, and she knew she would enjoy the belt spanking he'd planned. But— she was about to object, then decided it was useless. She'd teased him earlier, and now was the time to take her medicine. Her sweet tasting medicine, even if it wasn't what she'd been expecting.

  She took off her clothes slowly, first her shoes, then her socks. Her shirt came next, and then her jeans, leaving her standing there in her panties and bra. As she reached around to undo her bra, Zander stopped her.

  "I've changed my mind. Put your jeans back on."

  A frown creased her brow, but she did as he asked. She reached for her shirt, stopping when he called out her name.

  "Take the bra off."

  She did as he asked. Justice had always been proud of what Zander called 'her rack.' She was large, and she was happy that her breasts were up high, where they were supposed to be.

  "Now, undo your jeans, and take them and your panties to your knees."

  "Oh," she almost came from his command. It could mean only one thing. She was about to get it… hard. Justice moved as fast as she could, making sure to follow his commands to the letter.

  "Step up to the railing," he commanded when her jeans were down. "Bend over and spread your legs as wide as the jeans will allow."

  The railing seemed a little rough to her, so before she bent over she gathered her shirt and put it under her. Zander didn't say a word. Instead he stepped in front of her and attached ropes to her ankles.

  Her heart quickened as he worked, and she was pretty sure her juices were now flowing down her thighs. She forgot about the possibility of someone driving or riding up to see what they were dong. All that mattered to her right now was the man standing in front of her. Or, should she say, the man now mounting the porch steps. He had rope in his hand, and she groaned when he gathered her hands behind her back and tied them together. Then he used rope to secure her waist to the railing.

  When he was finished, he caressed her ass. "So beautiful," he said. "But it's about to be red and marked. Are you ready for that?"

  "Yes, Zander." Justice wiggled her hips. "I'm sorry I made you wait."

  "I'm not," he said. "It gives me excuses to redden your ass."

  Justice couldn't help but smile. She expected him to step away long enough to take off his belt before he give her a good, hard spanking.

  Instead, he moved off the porch, standing directly in front of where he'd bound her.

  "What are you doing?"

  "Hush." He cupped his crotch. She could see the outline of his hard cock. "You want this?"

  "You know I do."

  "Then tell me how you're going to be a good girl and take a spanking."

  "I'm going to take a spanking, Zander. Give it to me, please."

  He undid his belt buckle, and Justice groaned. "Please hurry."

  "I'd rather take it slow, make your wait," he said. "I'm going to make your ass so sore that at dinner tonight you won't be able to sit down without grimacing. Others might not notice, but I will."

  Zander let his hands drop to his sides. His belt hung open, and Justice imagined the other end kissing her ass. "Please, Zander."

  "You'll wiggle, and that will hurt, and you'll wiggle some more, and as you move, you'll remember how the leather caressed your sweet bottom today. When we're done, you're going to do exactly as you said you would. I'm going to release you, and you're going to get on your knees and take me in your mouth. Understood?"

  "Yes, Zander." Oh, how she understood! She could almost taste him now.

  "If you're really good, I'll play with your pussy after I've come. I'll pinch and stroke that pretty clit of yours until you beg for mercy. Then I'll do it some more."

  "Oh Zander, yes, please. Do it."

  "Whether or not I do, depends on you, Justice." He moved his hands back to his waist and pulled gently on the belt. It left one, then two loops.

  Justice licked her lips. She wanted to beg him to hurry, but she knew that would only make him go slower. He loosed the belt from three more loops, waited a few minutes before he finally pulled it free. When he doubled it over, Justice thought she would explode.

  "Please," she begged. "Please!"

  It had been a while since he'd given her a good, hard spanking. There was something about feeling the leather on her ass that made Justice release all the tension she felt, made her forget everything but herself and Zander.

  She listened to his boots, and the jingle of his spurs as he mounted the steps. He caressed her ass once more, his touch soft. She relaxed into him, and then stiffened when he rubbed the belt against her skin.

  "You ready, Justice?"

  "Yes."

  "Don't tense up, darlin'," he said softly.

  Justice loved him for giving her that advice. He knew she liked being spanked, and he liked spanking her, but if she tensed up it would take away from the fun for both of them. She relaxed into the railing, crying out as the first swat struck her ass.

  "Yes," she said as the second one landed. The third one stung, and the fourth one was even worse. But by the time he got to the tenth, the wonderful feeling that always swept over her while he was spanking her took hold. The pain was harsh, but it was something she seriously loved. She would feel this well into the evening, and it would be hard to keep from showing her pain when she sat down.

  Justice breathed in through nose and out through her mouth in an effort to keep from crying out. She couldn't help but wonder if there was anyone around who could hear the sound of the leather slapping against her flesh. She certainly hoped not.

  As always, Zander knew exactly when to stop the spanking. He did it gradually, taking the intensity down with each stroke until he was caressing her bottom with the leather. Soon, he replaced the leather with his hand.

  "My sweet Justice, your ass is burning hot."

  "Yes, it is," she managed to say.

  "I'm going to let you loose, and then I want you to go inside and lay on the bed, ass up."

  "What about your blowjob?" she asked. She really wanted to take him inside her, but she also wanted a moment to rest.

  "We'll worry about that tonight," he said. "Right now, I want to take care of your bottom."

  Justice stayed silent as he released her bonds. When she was free, he helped her to stand, holding her against his chest. There was a part of her that was afraid if he let her go she would fall to her knees.

  He helped her into the house, where she lay on the bed. He left her for a moment, but he was soon back, and she felt the sweet, soothing sensation of lotion being rubbed into her ass.

  "Thank you," she said.

  "Thank you," he countered. "You know how much I love spanking you, Justice?"

  "As much as I like to feel it." She wiggled her bottom in appreciation as he applied another coat. Soon he was stretched out next to her. Justice snuggled against him, wondering when would be the perfect time to take him in her mouth.

  Zander answered the question for her. "I'd love to stay, darlin', but I have to go. I've already been gone far longer than I said I would. We have things we need to get done today in order for me to make it to the family dinner."

  Justice pouted as she looked him in the face. "Savor your spanking," he told her. "Tonight, we'll have the sex part."

  "Is Miss Agatha home?"

  "She is." He leaned over and kissed her. "Take a nap, and then go back down and finish more research. I'll be back to pick you up around six."

  "Sounds good." She kissed him back. When he didn't move, she gazed up into his eyes. "I love you."

  "I love y
ou, too," he said. He kissed the tip of her nose. "I'll see you soon."

  When he was gone, Justice stared out the door. She listened as he whistled for Bandit, and she heard his well-trained horse trot up to the house.

  She heard him talking softly to Bandit, and she wondered why, when she'd professed her love, he hadn't said that if she loved him she would marry him.

  Sometimes she wondered that for herself.

  Chapter Five

  Justice wasn't surprised to find that Miss Agatha had a state of the art computer, complete with wireless Internet. She wasn't sure how it was possible, with the house being so far in the sticks, but somehow the woman had made it happen.

  That meant Justice spent much of the afternoon searching out the legend around Bluefield, to see if anything new had turned up.

  It hadn't.

  Next, she turned her attention to searching for information on Abel Gunner the man mentioned in the magazine article, the one who claimed to be the great-grandson of the lawman who was around when the bandits were in play.

  She had expected to find an obituary, since he had to be getting up there in years. The article that he featured in was at least fifteen years old. She still couldn't believe Miss Agatha hadn't contacted the man.

  Justice glanced at her watch. It was almost half past four, and she wondered if Miss Agatha was awake, or sleeping. Maybe Justice should go to the house and see if she felt up to talking. It was possible that Miss Agatha had some other clue tucked into her brain that Justice could use.

  She pulled out her phone and sent a text to Zander, outlining her plan. He answered immediately, saying he was in one of the pastures working cattle, would come to the house around five or a little later to shower, and then would meet her at the big house. That meant she had time to go and talk to Miss Agatha.

  After she made herself presentable, she went out to her car. Her bottom had ached all afternoon long from the delicious spanking Zander had given her at lunch. But it seemed to hurt even more so when she sat down on the warm leather seats. It made her think about the man who had spanked her, and the way he'd been different in the last two days.