Dragos Falls

by Carl Hamlin

  The next sounds in the room were: “Wow, you can really give a girl’s ass a good…”, then WHACK! “Oh…”. WHACK! “Wow”. WHACK! “Yikes.” WHACK!

  Aubrey began to whimper loudly each time Mike’s hand fell, and her squirming from the building sting was growing more urgent. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

  Mike resumed the teasing caressing. “So are you feeling punished or turned on?”

  Aubrey looked back, and even in the dim flickering light Mike could see that her eyes were red and tearful, and her face was flushed. She simply replied: “Yes and yes.”

  WHACK! “Ouch!” WHACK! “Owie!” WHACK! “Yeeouch!” WHACK! “Ouch!”

  The teasing and tickling motions resumed on her sizzling and red bottom. “So if I spanked you some more… you’re going to feel more adequately punished and more turned on?”

  Aubrey glanced backward once again. “Same answer as before.”

  Mike began to chuckle and patted the sore area several times. “Then I would not want you to go unfulfilled either way.” The spanking resumed, but with increased force. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

  Suddenly, Aubrey reached her hand back to shield her bottom. “Mike it’s starting to hurt too…”

  “Then I think you’re probably right where you need to be.” He gently took hold of her hand and held it with his right hand against the small of her back. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! POW! POW! POW! POW! POW!

  Mike raised Aubrey from his lap so that she could kneel next to him. At first, the green eyes that were overflowing with tears seem to be gazing at him in disbelief. Then Aubrey leaned close and their lips met as she began to pull the shirt off over her head and tossed it to the floor. Mike lay down and pulled Aubrey on top of him, then she pressed her mouth on his and began to run her tongue over his.

  Chapter 5

  In the silence, as the flickering lights and shadows danced around the room, they hungrily kissed and murmured unintelligible expressions of pleasure and contentment. Aubrey was still sniffling and wiping tears, and was unable to contain the occasional onset of barely audible sobbing.

  For several minutes, they simply kissed and nibbled at each other, as Mike tasted Aubrey’s salty tears that continued to flow. Mike caressed her back, her hips and the sides of her legs, but avoided contact with the inflamed flesh of her bottom. Finally, Aubrey broke the silence when she whispered, “It’s okay to rub back there.”

  As they continued to kiss, Mike allowed his hands to reach down and softly caress the bottom that was quite warm to the touch. When his fingertips initially made contact with the crimson flesh, Aubrey sucked in her breath, and then began to giggle at her own reaction.

  Mike heard her sigh contentedly. “I’ve never been spanked so hard before… without a paddle being used on me, I mean.”

  Mike halted his caresses momentarily. “Am I in trouble?”

  Aubrey began to kiss his neck. “Not… at… all.” She began to kiss and nibble him. “That was the best spanking I’ve ever had… and never in my life have I felt so turned on.”

  Mike suddenly reached into a pocket on the jogging pants, and retrieved one of the small foil packs that Watson had given him. He handed it to Aubrey so that she could see what it was. She looked at the small package as the dancing light of the candles reflected off it. “I am so happy to see this. Not really in a hurry to be a mother.”

  Aubrey moved her legs so that she could straddle Mike, pressing down against the erection that was straining at the restriction of the fabric. She giggled and moaned as she moved back and forth, up and down over him, heightening their mutual anticipation.

  Mike’s fingers began to play with the nipples that were also betraying her arousal, and he coaxed her to slide forward so that he could alternately take each one into his mouth and suckle them. At the same time, he began to caress the spanked regions more vigorously, and Aubrey responded by pressing upward to encourage him.

  Suddenly, Aubrey sat up and reached her fingertips into the waistband of the jogging pants. Laughing and fumbling in their excitement and nervousness, they dropped the tiny package twice before they finally got it open and Mike was able to don the condom with the assistance of Aubrey’s trembling but stimulating fingertips.

  That being done, they frantically pulled the jogging pants over Mike’s large feet, the garment getting stuck on his left foot as they struggled and laughed in the dim light. Her mission accomplished, Aubrey slowly and seductively resumed her place on top of the man who was being driven nearly out of his mind by her antics. But this time, as she lay down on top of him she inserted him into herself, and they began a mutual and rhythmic rocking motion.

  As their movements became more energetic, Aubrey pressed her lips against Mike’s and kissed him with force, and Mike began to more roughly knead and rub his callused hands against the red, tender bottom. His actions only caused Aubrey to bob up and down upon him with more energy and want, and as she reached a crescendo of arousal, she cried out for him to rub the bottom harder and harder until she finally cried out in pleasure, pressing down upon him with all her might. He reached down and pressed the sore buttocks together and held them tightly, as her entire midsection convulsed in pleasure.

  She finally lay still, and then resumed kissing and nuzzling Mike. She began to slowly and gently resume the undulations of her pelvis, and began to giggle. “Wow… you’re still good to go. I guess my work here is far from done.”

  Mike drew her lips to his and murmured: “No hurry. I’m not going anywhere.” He closed his eyes and grinned as the gentle rocking resumed.

  Aubrey laid her head next to his. “I guess we can do this for a few more hours.”

  Mike laughed. “You’re overestimating me. But you, Miss Aubrey Carson… you are one hot little lady in bed.”

  “I didn’t know that until now. I guess I needed the right guy.”

  “And how do you define the right guy?”

  “Somebody I can trust. And I know this doesn’t sound very liberated, but I want to feel protected and watched over by a man. I need somebody to help me stay within some boundaries. I guess that’s why you seem so right to me, and I hope my saying that doesn’t scare you away.”

  Mike laughed and held her tightly. “You aren’t going to scare me away. But I will admit, I feel that you can be a handful.”

  Aubrey giggled and once again started to move up and down on him, ever so slightly, but enough to know by his reactions that it was increasing his excitement and desire. “So, Mr. Powell… does that feel good when I do that?”

  “Oh, yes. “

  Aubrey began nibbling once again. “I guess I should go ahead and finish you off, but I think it would be fun to keep teasing you and making you wait. Of course, I may decide at the last minute that you’re not worthy.”

  Mike began to laugh, then reached down and gave her a swat on her still sizzling bottom. “Uh oh. Here comes the attitude again. I probably should’ve kept on spanking you.”

  “Now, now Mike. If you start talking about spanking me, and considering the position we’re in right at this moment, why… it could be dangerous.” She treated him to several more little up and down motions. “You could get me all turned on again. We certainly would not want that to happen, now would we?”

  Mike groaned in pleasure as Aubrey resumed the movements for a few seconds, then began to murmur in his ear. “For example… I don’t want to think about how I was feeling when I was laying across your knees, waiting for you to smack me for the first time. But instead, you kept doing that crazy teasing and tickling thing with your fingers.”

  Mike said, “You mean like this?”

  Aubrey began to shudder and squirm as he replicated those movements she found so enticing. “Uuuhmm… yeah. It’s a good thing you aren’t doing that anymore.”

  She gave Mike a few more of the rocking movements. “And I don’t want to even think about how it was painful, scary and exciting as anything
I’ve ever felt, every time that big hand of yours came down on my poor tender little backside. And it was like the fire kept building and building.

  “And when I started to tell you I didn’t want anymore… but then you kept on whacking me…. I thought I was going to go over the edge. And when you were spanking me, the sensations made me think back to that paddling you gave me… I kept thinking about being bent over that way… how that felt… I felt embarrassed and humiliated… angry. But, oh how I wanted it to hurt even more because of what I had done… how confused I felt because I was getting turned on by being paddled like that… I just… oh… oh… oh my…”.

  Aubrey resumed her pelvic undulations, but this time they were with much more force and urgency. They began to rock each other, faster and faster until both cried out in their climax.

  When their movements had ceased, Mike simply wrapped his arms around Aubrey and held her tightly. She continued to respond with contented moans as he stroked her back and bottom and the sides of her legs until she finally fell asleep.

  Her mouth was next to his ear, and Mike nearly began to cry from unfamiliar feelings of affection as a delightful little snore resulted from each of her breaths. He could remember no time in his life that a sound from another human being had been so welcome, and had so touched his heart.

  He did not feel sleepy. At the same time, he was as contented and fulfilled as he had been in many years, let alone since he had fled Arkansas to escape the epidemic. Mike had spent much of his life uncertain about what he believed in, but at the moment it seemed entirely plausible to him that he had crossed paths with this confusing small woman for a purpose, this woman whose complexities were a puzzling contrast of vulnerability and immense strength.

  Mike had finally fallen asleep, and was in such a deep sleep that he did not realize that Aubrey had risen and gone to the restroom. He woke when she reentered the room, once again wearing the oversized shirt. She lay down next to him again, and he turned to the side so they could wrap their arms around each other.

  He ran his fingers through the dark red hair that was still barely visible in the dim light from the one candle that was still burning. “And how are you?”

  Aubrey let out a deep sigh and snuggled her head against his. “I’m much better than I could have imagined being a couple of weeks ago. I didn’t know if I would ever have another really happy moment when I left Oklahoma. But if nothing good ever happens to me again, this night would make up for an awful lot of unhappiness.”

  Mike stroked her back. “I certainly feel the same. Because of you… because of tonight… I feel human again.”

  Aubrey looked at him with a mischievous grin. “Can I ask you a silly question?”

  “Okay… let’s hear it.”

  “A few months after I graduated from high school, I was at a party. There was this guy in my class I didn’t like at all. But he always had the hots for me. So at this party, he told me that his older brother swore that having sex with a redhead was better than with a blonde or brunette. So, is it?” Aubrey began to giggle.”

  Mike struggled to keep a straight face. “That wasn’t a serious question, was it?”

  Aubrey laughed again. “Of course not. But I had to ask you for the hell of it.”

  “Well… I’ve never had sex with a blonde. So I can only compare it to my experience with a couple of brunettes.”

  Aubrey reached up and messed up his hair. “At the same time?”

  Mike gave her another smack on the bottom. “Of course not.”

  Aubrey reached back and rubbed the spot that had just gotten smacked. “Well… answer me.” She began to giggle once more.

  Mike let out a sigh of mock impatience. “How about if I just tell you the truth? I don’t know if I could handle any more pleasure than I’ve had with you tonight.”

  Aubrey began to run her fingers through the hair on his chest. “Thank you. That’s a very sweet thing for you to say. Well, I’m going to tell you something. I have had almost no sex before tonight…” She began to nuzzle his neck. “And this is the first time I’ve ever had good sex. In fact, I can’t believe how good it was.” She began to pull her shirt up, then pulled it over her head and tossed it to the floor. “So could I have some more while you still like me?”

  Neither Mike nor Aubrey had slept past 7:00 A.M. since the epidemic swept the nation. But at 8:00 A.M., both were stirred by a tapping on the door to Mike’s room. Startled awake, Aubrey leapt from the couch and quickly pulled the crumpled shirt on, while Mike had to reach between the sofa and the wall to find his jogging pants.

  Mike opened the door to find Marlene in the hallway, so he poked his head through the door to speak. “Marlene… I’m sorry. We… I mean I…”.

  Marlene shook her head and laughed, although her face was turning pink. “Good morning Mike.” She cupped her hand to her mouth and spoke more loudly this time: “…and good morning, Miss Carson.” Aubrey slowly emerged from around the door, her face blushing.

  Marlene began to laugh. “Both of you have worked hard since we got here. It’s okay to get a little extra…uhm…sleep.” Mike and Aubrey exchanged embarrassed glances.

  Marlene could not stop herself from laughing again. “Sorry, Mike. But I’m afraid we need for you to apply some more… discipline.” She glanced at Aubrey with a knowing smile. “Aubrey… I assume that you will vouch for Mr. Powell’s talent for using the paddle?”

  Aubrey’s face turned crimson, but she managed to laugh and nod her head. “Yes, I can attest to his efficiency and effectiveness with a paddle.”

  Marlene tilted her head in puzzlement. “Don’t tell me you both slept through the gunshots last night.” Mike and Aubrey looked at each other with confused expressions.

  Marlene shook her head. “I will write that off to exhaustion. About four this morning, a couple of our fine ladies decided to get rid of their empty bourbon bottle by doing the only logical thing: sitting in the middle of the street in the middle of the night, and shooting at it.”

  Mike and Aubrey looked at each other in astonishment. Marlene continued. “Then they got into a drunken argument about who was the best shot, so they started wrestling around in the mud in the ditch along the street. Jim Hastings has them in custody in the old auto repair garage. When they get sobered up, some of us are going to take them over to the falls and get them cleaned up. Then we’re going to bring them over here, so Mike… be ready in about an hour to give a couple of serious paddlings. These crazy ladies endangered everybody.” Marlene walked over to Aubrey and put her arm around her. “I think they’re going to get more than you did, young lady.”

  Marlene looked at Mike and Aubrey with amusement. “See you in a little while.” After she had taken a few steps, she stopped and turned to face him again with a coy smile on her face. “I hope the two of you slept well last night.” She winked at them and headed back to her room.

  The red – faced pair stood in silence for a moment, and then began to laugh. Aubrey stood on her tiptoes and kissed Mike. “I think I’d better be going now.” She looked at him with a twinkle in her eyes. “Sounds like you have some considerable ass to paddle.” She began to walk away, but looked over her shoulder and wiggled her backside at Mike as she made her way down the hallway.

  Mike walked back into his room and decided to use the small sink at the nurse’s station to try to take a quick sponge bath, even though he would have no warm water. He hoped that it would help to wake him up, and perhaps even help him to gather his thoughts about what was awaiting him.

  He washed quickly, then dressed and opened up a can of pork and beans with bits of frankfurters in it. Since he had overslept, he would not feel right about taking the time to have a more desirable breakfast.

  He walked down to Marlene’s room, and found her in the hallway talking to Mrs. Watson. Seeing him approach, Marlene said goodbye to the other woman and motioned for Mike to come with her.

  She pointed toward the door. “The rain seems to hav
e ceased. How about we talk outside?”

  They stepped outside into the warm morning sun, a welcome change in the weather that was becoming gloomy in spite of the welcome rain. Now the sun could contribute to the development of the sprouting food supply just below the soil in the gardens.

  Marlene put her hands in her jeans pockets and shook her head. “We have a forty-five-year-old woman, get this, she’s a schoolteacher. She was one of our inebriated shooters last night. Didn’t expect that out of her. She’s apologizing all over herself this morning, but I told her what she’s in for and she didn’t object one bit.

  “The other one’s a bit more problematic. She’s a lawyer; I should say she was a lawyer. She understands what she’s going to get. She said she’d accept anything for a punishment rather than being sent away from the village. But she told me she’s scared of the paddling, so I asked her if she wanted to be restrained and held in place. She agreed to that. Our constable also has a gag over her mouth, because she keeps wanting to yell at the other woman. I think we’re just going to leave her that way while you paddle her.

  “I think you may recognize her. About thirty, pretty, long black hair… she was sitting behind you at our meeting the day we got here and made that wisecrack about stealing something so you could spank her. Ironic, isn’t it?”

  Mike closed his eyes, looked down and shook his head. “And she was an attorney…”

  Marlene began to laugh. “That’s not all. The people in the closest house heard her instigating the whole thing. They got up and looked out the window. She fired the first shot, and when the argument started, she threw the first punch.”

  Mike placed his hands on his hips and sighed. “So, I assume you will want me to wait in my room until you need me?”