The Cure for Cabin Fever

by Beth Bennett

  There stood Laurel in the most beautiful lingerie he had ever seen. Her hair was a shining cascade of curls and fell all about her shoulders. She had changed into an antique white, floor-length negligée. The bodice was lace and James could see her nipples straining through the material. It hugged her hips and then flared out in a full skirt. She had a floor length robe on to match, tied loosely at her waist. James stood quietly still for a few moments soaking in the loveliness of his bride. He crossed to her and bent down and gently kissed her on the lips. He ran his hands over her shoulders and put his big palms flat against the small of her back. He pressed her against him.

  Laurel’s arms made their way around his neck and she ran her fingers through the curling hair at the nape of his neck.

  “Are you ready to come to bed, Laurel?” he murmured. James placed his big hand on her bottom and pressed her even closer.

  “Yes,” she answered.

  He picked her up and laid her down upon the sheets of the bed. Her hair fanned out over the pillows and she lay seductively on her side, accentuating the curve of her hip. James stood beside the bed, taking in the view. He had never seen anything as beautiful as Laurel was at that moment. He slowly began to undress in front of her. He took off his tuxedo piece by piece and laid it over the chair.

  As he got to the buttons on his shirt, Laurel swallowed hard. She stared at the space where his chest hair was exposed as he undid the buttons one by one. Licking her lips in anticipation, she stared straight at him while he slowly undressed. Her interest made him want her all the more.

  Leaving his boxers on, James climbed into bed beside her. Laurel looked his body over top to bottom. She ran her fingers lightly over his body getting to know it. She rubbed her palms in the hair on his chest and let her thumbs drift to his nipples. “Oh my,” Laurel said. “You are truly delicious.”

  James could stand no more of the torture. He put his arm around Laurel and rolled her to her back. Kissing her on the eyelids, nose and cheeks, he moved to that sexy little spot behind her ear that drove her mad. “Are you cold?” he inquired in a husky voice.

  “Not anymore,” she replied.

  James put his palms beneath the shoulders of her robe and pushed it off. Tugging with a hand, he untied the string that held it together. Taking Laurel by the wrists, he placed her arms above her head and held them there as he enjoyed full access to her body.

  Laurel panted as James began his assault on her breasts. He kissed and licked and sucked and Laurel writhed underneath him with longing. He let go of her wrists and ran his expert hands down her waist. His palm nearly covered her stomach. Placing his hands on her hips, he lifted the skirt of her gown as his lips followed and he pushed it up and over her head. “You are so beautiful, Laurel.” He whispered the words over and over in his low, deep voice as his mouth sought to taste every inch of her naked skin.

  The look of longing on her face and the innocent wiggling of her small body spoke of her desire. James smiled down at her as he nipped her shoulder.

  “Just a moment, beautiful girl, just a moment.” James removed his own underwear as his hand slid down her body to cup her bottom, and he moved himself to lay between her thighs. Resting his weight on his elbow, he caressed her bottom and legs. His hand felt its way up to the juncture between her thighs. When he eased his finger inside her tight passage, she cried out at the strange intrusion. James shushed her fears. “Easy, Sassafras. I’m going to take this slow and easy, you don’t need to be afraid.”

  “I’m not,” Laurel said. “Well, only a little.”

  “Shhhhhh, Sassafras. Just relax and trust me.”

  James began a slow circle with his fingers. He smiled to himself when he found her drenched with moisture. Gently parting her thighs to allow him better access, he began to rub the little button between the folds of her sex.

  ***

  “Ahhhhh,” Laurel cried out. “What are you doing?” She had never felt such a sensation before. It was as if all the love and longing she had felt for James was concentrated at that one point. She couldn’t get enough. She moved against his hand and the feelings intensified. Suddenly a burst of pleasure skyrocketed as she screamed her desire.

  James moved above her and positioned himself at her entrance. He gently but firmly entered her and eased himself along till he met her resistance.

  “Easy, my love. It may hurt a bit, but only for a moment.” Pushing himself the rest of the way in, Laurel dug her nails in his back. The pinching sensation lasted only a minute, and she relaxed her muscles as she welcomed him in. James gritted his teeth as he tried to control his movements, but passion pushed him on and he began to move slowly and gently against her.

  Laurel discovered that by moving her hips against him the pleasure began to build again and she let out a squeal as intense feelings overwhelmed her.

  James gave a yell and emptied himself into her and groaned. Burying his face in her neck, he panted, “My God, Laurel, you were worth waiting for.”

  He rolled over to his side and drew her close, her bottom resting in his crotch. She wiggled and snuggled and James ground his teeth. “If you don’t stop that, I’ll have to take you again, and you’re not ready for that yet.”

  They spent the rest of their week together snow skiing and shopping and learning all the amazing new things they could do to one another in bed. Laurel didn’t care if she ever went home. The rest of the world could go by, all that mattered was being together with James. It was a wonderful honeymoon and the time finally came to leave. James told Laurel she could change anything she wanted to about his house. It now belonged to both of them, but she decided she only wanted a few of her own things moved from Aunt Ida’s. James’s house was beautiful the way it was. They decided to rent Laurel’s little cabin to some friends in town and keep all the land together. The days fell into a happy rhythm as they learned about one another and took joy in their relationship.

  Chapter Eight

  One of Laurel’s happiest chores was to help take care of Chloe and Cleo. She loved to go out to the barn and curry them, rubbing their coats to a nice sheen. She fed them carrots and apples and basically made pets out of them. James fussed about it, but deep down he was glad she loved them so much. One morning, Laurel had just finished cleaning out the stalls when James met her in the barn.

  “Good job, Laurel. One thing I have to say about you, you aren’t afraid of hard work.”

  “Thanks.” She grinned. “I like Cleo and Chloe so much. Taking care of them is a pleasure.”

  James nodded and grinned right along with her. He nodded to the hay loft above. “I need to pull another bale of hay out of that loft for them. We’re running low down here.”

  Laurel patted Chloe’s head. “I’ll do that. You go ahead and finish what you were working on in the garage.”

  James stepped over to lean on the gate of the stall as he watched Laurel and Chloe. “Laurel, I appreciate that, but I don’t want you up in that loft. It’s unfinished, that ladder is horrible, I can barely get up it myself. Those hay bales are too heavy for you.”

  “Don’t treat me like a baby for heaven’s sake. I know how to push a hay bale down from a loft.”

  James scowled at her. “I’m telling you right now if I catch you up in that hay loft, I am going to paddle your behind. It’s dangerous and you’re too little to be doing that.”

  “Too little!” Laurel screeched. “I am a grown woman.” James had already turned his back and begun going back to the garage.

  “I didn’t say you were too young, I said you were too little and you are. I meant what I said, Laurel.”

  Laurel watched his back as he left. She snorted her distain. “Did you hear that, Chloe? He’s crazy if he thinks I’m going to let him boss me around. There’s nothing to throwing an old hay bale down for you is there?” Chloe tossed her head at Laurel in warning. Laurel looked at Chloe and chided, “You’re supposed to be on my side.”

  Laurel opened the gate and left t
he stall so she could lean out of the barn door to make sure James was nowhere in sight. She heard him tinkering in the garage. She placed one booted foot on the bottom of the ladder. She leaned back again to check to make sure James was otherwise occupied. It was a pretty bad ladder. It rattled and shook as soon as she touched it. Knowing it was only temporary and that the rungs were really far apart, still did not deter her. The loft wasn’t terribly high, Laurel rationalized. She managed to clamber up little by little. She scraped her shin, but her work jeans kept the skin from breaking. The floor to the loft wasn’t all that stable either. She very carefully made her way over to the hay stacked in the corner.

  Reaching up, she realized she had left her gloves downstairs. Shit, she thought. Pulling on the twine around the bale, she felt it cut into the palms of her hands. Yanking for all she was worth, she managed to drag one bale off the stack. It fell with a crash to the floor below. Instead of landing where James stored the feed, it landed over in the muck of an empty stall. Shit, shit, shit, she thought. Now she would have to go down there and get a pitchfork. Bit by bit, the hay would have to be put where it belonged. James had been right. She had created twice the amount of work by not listening. She looked at her palms. They were scratched and the twine had burned a line across them.

  Oh well, there was no hope for it, she would just have to go down and put the hay where it was supposed to be. Laurel peered over the edge of the loft and look dubiously down the ladder. It looked a lot worse going down than it did coming up. The space from the top rung to the loft where she was standing was impossibly long and the floor looked much further away than it did when she was climbing up. She lay on her stomach and wiggled until her feet were dangling down. As she waved her foot in the air, trying to place it on the ladder rung, she heard a loud rip. A searing burn raced across her forearm. She had caught her arm on a piece of unfinished wood laid wrong side up. A nail had ripped her sleeve and cut a three inch gash in her arm. Shit, shit and double shit, she thought. James is going to kill me.

  Just as those words left her mind, she felt a muscular arm reach around her waist. It lifted her off the edge of the loft. James growled in her ear, “Put your feet on the ladder rung, Sassafras. Come down with me.”

  She did as he said, leaning on his body as they made their way down. Reaching the barn floor, Laurel put her hands behind her back hoping that he had not noticed the rip or the cut.

  James stepped away looking at her in irritation. He took off his big cowboy hat and slapped it on his knee in frustration. “Damn it, Sassafras. You did exactly what I told you not to do. You don’t know a damn thing about living out here in this country, and I mean to teach you that I’m a man of my word.” As James was railing and pointing at her with a big beefy finger, he noticed she had put her hands behind her back.

  “Sassafras, what are you hiding back there?” He stepped towards her and could see one arm was covered in blood. “Damn it, Sassafras, what have you done?” He lifted her arm to examine it. He couldn’t tell much except that it needed cleaning. He grabbed her by the other wrist and snarled, “Come with me.”

  Up to the house they went. Stopping at the garage, James opened one of his shop drawers and pointed. “Take out the paddle, Sassafras.”

  Laurel gasped in outrage. She didn’t know he had that thing there. “I will do no such thing you brute. Let me go this instant. I mean it, James. You’re not going to bully me. I will call the sheriff.”

  “You go right ahead and call him. After I’m done with you, Sassafras, he’ll probably give you another paddling on top of the one you’re already going to get.”

  James reached in the drawer and picked up the paddle himself and marched her into the kitchen. Setting it down on the counter, he rinsed her arm under the sink. “It doesn’t look too bad, lucky for you.” He poured some iodine over it and smeared antibiotic salve on it. He then wrapped it in a soft thick gauze, finishing off with some first aid tape.

  Laurel finally got her arm away from him as he put the first aid kit under the kitchen sink.

  She stamped her foot in frustration. “This is silly, James, I’m going to the bedroom to change my shirt. I’ll see you at lunch.”

  “You’re going to the bedroom all right, but it isn’t so you can change that shirt.” He took her by the wrist again, careful to keep his grip loose but firm. Laurel tried to pull away and screeched and protested all the way down the hall.

  James took a spot on the side of the bed and pulled Laurel over his lap. She had still not gained back all the weight she had lost when she was sick and her jeans were loose. He pulled them down along with her panties.

  Laurel tried to cover her backside. She was mortified with the position she was in and felt humiliated. “You son of a bitch, let me go this instant.”

  James spanked her on the back of her legs with the paddle. “You watch that mouth and move those hands, Sassafras, or I’m going to paddle you on your thighs.” Laurel brought her hands to the floor and wailed as he gruffly stated, “I haven’t even started yet, missy.” James spanked her twice more. Her hands moved off the floor of their own accord. “Put those hands flat.” James emphasized his direction with an extra sharp swat.

  Laurel couldn’t come up for air. She was past being mad, she just wanted the stinging smacks to stop. Laurel cried loud and long when she realized he really had just started. He paddled her over and over again. Her bottom was on fire by the time he was finished. Giving up the struggle, Laurel lay over his lap accepting the spanking she had earned. He finally finished, but made her stay in place for a few moments to emphasize the lesson. James gently pulled up her pants and sat her on his lap.

  Laurel tried to rub her behind as James put a hand on her back. “Laurel, are you going to disobey me again when I tell you not to do something directly?”

  Laurel howled her answer. “Noooo.”

  “Good, now I want you to apologize to me.”

  Laurel howled even louder. “I’m sooorry.”

  “Are you really sorry, Sassafras? The worst thing about this is, I can’t trust you. The winters out here are vicious and there are dangerous things that come with every season. If I can’t trust you, then that really makes our relationship tough. What is it based on? Not much that I can see.” James looked her in the eye waiting for a reply.

  Laurel had stopped howling and considered his words.

  She looked down at the ground and sniffed. “I never thought of it that way before.” She brushed away a tear with her hand. “Will you truly forgive me and start over?”

  James wrapped her in his warm and strong embrace. “Sassafras, I love you more than anything. I want you to be safe, do you understand?”

  Laurel nodded against his chest.

  Sitting back up, she smiled. “I won’t ever do anything that you’ll have to paddle me for again, James, I promise.”

  James leaned down and kissed her swollen lips. “I’m glad you think so, Laurel, but we’ll just have to see. All is forgiven.”

  Laurel stood up and nervously bit her bottom lip. She’d prepared a surprise for James and after that spanking, she wasn’t sure he’d be happy with it.

  “James, before we do anything else I have something to show you.”

  James looked at her with suspicion. “What is it?”

  The day before, Laurel had been hard at work. She’d gotten Jeremy to help her and had been able to keep the whole thing a secret from James. Holding his hand, she nearly skipped to the barn. Instead of going inside, she led him around the outside to the back of the building. There nailed to the side of his nice new barn was a big orange diamond shaped sign with the words, “NO TRESSPASSING” written across it.

  James pushed his hat back on his head as he gazed at it in disbelief. It was the ugliest thing he had ever seen. To top it off, the dings that Laurel’s rocks had put it in were still there. Looking at her shining face, he didn’t have the heart to burst her bubble.

  “Doesn’t it look great, James? I
was taking a walk the other day and saw the sign. I thought it was time that thing came down. We own all the property together. I couldn’t think of a better place to put it.”

  He reached down and wrapped her in his arms. “Neither can I, Sassafras, neither can I.”

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