"So what's stopping you?" Jeff asked, putting down his cup and eyeing her. With a growl, she charged past him and squeaked as he caught her wrist. He yanked her onto his lap, sealing his mouth to hers and covering her lips with the sweet crush delivered by his own. Nikki was unable to struggle under his embrace, and feverishly began to return the hungry kiss. Mouth still glued to his, she began to unbutton his shirt and run her hands over the light fur of his solid chest.
"I want you," Jeff muttered into her mouth, his hands roaming over her curvaceous, firm body.
"I've never been with anyone," Nikki whispered back, "but I want you too."
"I'm an old-fashioned guy. This is too soon. I don't…"
A groan escaped his mouth as Nikki's hand wandered to the stiffening erection that was held captive in his jeans. "I get what I want, when I want it. And I want you. Now."
Jeff groaned, unable to resist her fondling. He lifted her easily into his arms and brought her into his room, settling her on the bed and covering her body with his as the embrace deepened.
"Did you know that Grams and Grampa got married the day they met?" he whispered, nuzzling her neck with his lips. "They were the happiest couple I have ever known."
"They didn't fight like we do," Nikki muttered, her lips trailing down the base of his throat as she pulled off his shirt and ran her hands over his strong arms.
"They fought all the time, just to have an excuse to make up. Are you sure you want this?" Jeff asked, gently touching her breast. Nikki nodded, her face drunk with desire. She purred as he slowly undressed her, peeling her clothing from her body with reverence.
"My God, you are beautiful," he gasped, taking in the sight before him. "Stay still. Let me look at you. All of you."
Nikki blushed as Jeff studied every inch of her body, tracing his fingers over the tips of her breasts and then trailing them down to her neatly shaved pubes. He grinned, slowly caressing the velvety flesh before spreading her before him to view her delights.
"Jeff, can't we turn down the lights? I mean…"
"No. I want to see you. And you are lovely—so pink and soft. I'm finding myself a bit hungry."
Nikki laughed nervously, suddenly gasping as his mouth found her throbbing clit and slowly traced it with the tip of his tongue. She tried to close her legs, but found that he had nestled between them, his broad shoulders forcing her thighs to remain opened wide to him. She gasped again as he began to slowly suck her nub, tickling it with his tongue, before gently inserting a finger into her hot, wet canal.
"You taste wonderful," he praised, lapping her juices as he slowly plunged his finger into her. "So sweet and hot."
Nikki could only shake her head, lost in the whirlwind of sensation that he brought to her body. He pulled away, leaving her breathless and wanting more.
"Turn over and get on your knees," he ordered firmly. Nikki's eyes widened and she found herself tentatively obeying him, still uncertain of what awaited her. In truth, she did not care. She knew that this time, and this man, was for her.
"Lean forward and reach back. I want you to hold your cheeks apart so I can look at you," he commanded firmly. When she hesitated, he delivered a sharp spank to her bare bottom, pausing to admire the outline of his hand on her flesh.
A second firm slap, followed by a third and a fourth, occurred before Nikki hesitantly reached her hands behind her and gripped her bottom. Flooded with heated embarrassment, she spread herself to his sight and trembled as she felt his breath blow against her. His teeth nibbled at her backside before his tongue wantonly probed the crease of her bottom. She gasped at the sensation of the hot, moist tip pausing to press against her winking rosebud as he pressed his finger into her dripping womanhood.
"One day," he whispered, pressing his wet tongue firmly against the tiny, tight hole, "I will also take you here, but not today. Today," he flipped her over, holding her arms above her head and positioning himself between her legs, "I claim you as mine."
Nikki groaned, seeking the head of his cock with her hungry pussy. She closed her eyes as she felt him slowly enter her, filling her gently inch by thick inch before he plunged inside past her resistance. She arched her body, stunned by the moment of pain. He waited patiently for her to relax around him, embedded deeply within her core. Slowly, he began to withdraw, only to plunge within her again.
This time, she met his rhythm, lifting her hips to allow him into the fullness of her. Back and forth they met one another's rhythm, and when Jeff demanded she release herself, nothing could hold her back. Nikki let forth a cry of pure pleasure as his deep penetration took her beyond the confines of the natural world. She felt as though she floated high in the clouds, and never wanted to rejoin the earth, or her body, again. Tears of joy cascaded down the sides of her face, and she held onto Jeff's body, determined to never release him.
"Oh my God," he mumbled into her throat, "you are amazing."
"Mmmm," Nikki hummed, still bucking underneath his body as she slowly descended from the heights, caught in the afterglow of her climax. "Jeff?"
"What, baby?" he rolled to his side to rest next to her, holding her tightly against his chest as he nuzzled the base of her throat.
"What happened to your grandfather? Grams never talked about it, except he died before she sent your dad away."
"Are you honestly asking me that question? Now?"
"I don't know what else to talk about," Nikki answered shyly, burying her face in his shoulder.
"Do you really want to know? Is it that important?" Jeff asked.
"I guess not. I mean…"
"He had an allergy to wild mushrooms," Jeff told her.
"Oh my God! Grams didn't…"
"No, the restaurant. I can promise you that they don't serve what he got anymore. That's probably why Grams was so upset with you dishing out the shrooms to get out of school."
"I am so sorry."
"Don't worry, honey. You'll have your chance to pay."
"Oh!"
* * *
Nikki found herself smiling constantly for the next two days. By night, they made love passionately and wildly, hunkering down in front of a warm fire and sleeping in one another's arms. By day, she watched as Jeff repaired things in the shop and tilled the soil in her tiny greenhouse. He had ordered special lights for her to help grow things during the winter and set about designing a separate apothecary for her to 'stir her caldron' away from the main kitchen. His reasoning was to 'avoid any accidents'. Except for that statement, he had not made further mention of her terrible deed. Guilt started to tug at her, especially as they sat down to eat. Jeff raised his eyebrows, noticing the mushrooms.
"They are regular button mushrooms in wine sauce," Nikki sighed. "Jeff, I feel really badly about that. Please forgive me."
"I did. This is delicious," he said. "Aren't you hungry? You're just picking at your meal."
"You said you… well… you said you were going to punish me for what I did."
"Yes, so?" Jeff raised his eyebrow, helping himself to a second chicken breast and pouring more wine.
"Well, are you?"
"Yes."
"When?" Nikki sounded flustered, hating the sense that he was teasing her.
"When you ask me to."
Nikki stared at him, dumbfounded. "Why the hell would I ask you to spank me? I'm no fool."
"No, but you are a woman of integrity. And one who, if I'm not mistaken, would never want anyone to be harmed by her own actions. So, when guilt finally drives you to the point you feel you need to pay the piper, then you will ask."
"You always think you know so much, don't you?" Nikki said stubbornly, "Well, I don't have any reason to feel guilty. It's done."
"There goes the small town sass again. If you don't feel guilt, why did you bring it up?"
"I didn't say I felt guilty. Only that I felt badly because you are so suspicious of everything I feed you now."
"I don't know what your definition of guilt is, but mine include
s feeling badly about something I said or did. More wine?"
"What if… what if I did ask you to punish me? What would you do?" Nikki stuttered, watching him pour himself another glass.
"I guess you will just have to wait until you ask, won't you? Thank you for dinner, it was perfect. Can I help with the dishes?"
"No, I'm fine. Thanks," Nikki said quietly as he kissed her temple. She quietly cleared the table and made a pot of fresh coffee, thinking about what he had said. He was right and, although she did not want to admit it, she needed to follow through with him. Reluctantly, she left the kitchen and joined him in the living room where he sat in front of the fire, flipping through a book on farm management.
"Are you planning on starting a farm?" she asked, accepting his offer of a warm lap to snuggle on.
"Actually, I am. There is so much I can do here for the town… for us. I just want to be part of it."
"I feel like I've known you a lifetime," Nikki sighed, leaning her head against his shoulder. "I wonder if this is how Grams felt when she met your grandfather."
"I'm sure it is. Mmmm, you smell good. A new potion?"
"No, a new lotion. Jeff?"
"What, honey?"
Nikki hesitated, and then mumbled into his neck, "Will you please punish me for poisoning you?"
Jeff smiled, kissing the top of her head. "Yes. Go upstairs and wait for me. I will be in soon."
"Where are you going?"
"To the woodshed."
For some reason, those words left her with a sense of doom. He kissed her mouth and pulled her to her feet, dismissing her with a gentle pat on the rump. After tossing one forlorn look in his direction, Nikki went up to his room.
Jeff smiled and pulled on his coat, grabbing a lantern before heading outside into the brisk autumn night. He entered the woodshed and flipped on the lights, reaching into the drawer for the paddle he had just finished oil sanding that morning. It glowed in the warm light, the wood richly polished with deeply embedded oils, and sanded to a smooth, satiny finish. It was a work of art. Much like Nikki's luscious backside.
He smacked the thick paddle against his thigh, pleased to feel the sting through his jeans. The making of the paddle had been a labor of love, and it was a simple instrument that he planned to use for many years to keep Nikki happy, whether she realized it or not. He tucked the paddle into the back of his jeans, turned off the lights, and returned to the house.
Nikki sat nervously on the bed, wringing her hands. She bit her lip as Jeff's heavy footsteps were clearly heard coming up the stairs and down the hallway to the room. He opened the door, entered, and closed it silently behind him.
"On your feet, Nikki," he commanded firmly, removing his coat. She slowly obeyed, swallowing nervously. "This will be the one, and only, chance you have to escape a punishment. I warn you that once I begin, I will stop when I feel it is over."
"I understand," Nikki said quietly.
Jeff lifted her chin to face him. "Another thing. If I punish you tonight, you and I will see Burt first thing tomorrow and let him know that we will be married."
"What? We just met and…"
"I am asking you to marry me. Doesn't have to be tomorrow, but soon. I want you as mine," Jeff tried to remain serious as Nikki flung her arms around his neck and began kissing his face.
"Yes! Yes! It's crazy, but yes!"
"Are you certain?" he asked, trying not to lose the sternness in his voice.
"I used to make poor Grams panic because I was too spontaneous and impetuous as a girl. I think this would be one circumstance in which she would forgive me for those traits."
"I think so, too. But we will bring those traits to heel so you don't put me through the same ordeal as you did Grams, won't we?"
"I suppose…but do you have to spank me? I mean…"
"Already trying to weasel your way out of trouble? Yes, I have to spank you. I want you to lift those skirts and drop your bloomers this instant, young lady. And no sassing me."
Nikki gulped and obeyed with trembling hands. She watched as her bloomers fell to the floor and suddenly felt more naked before him that she had when they made love. Jeff pulled up a chair and sat upon it, producing the paddle. Nikki's eyes widened as he tapped it on his thigh.
"Put your bottom across my knee, little girl. This will be one spanking you will remember for a while."
"I don't want to be spanked. I changed my mind," Nikki whimpered.
Jeff looked at her firmly. "As my wife, you will be spanked on many occasions, so this is something you must be willing to accept if you wish to wed me. Well?"
Nikki inhaled deeply before lowering herself over Jeff's hard thighs. He ran his hand over her soft, round cheeks, pausing only to dip a finger into her wet folds.
"This is not supposed to make you excited, darling," he teased, dipping again. "You are about to be firmly punished."
"You always make me excited. I can't help it," Nikki whispered, spreading her legs wider to allow him more access. Jeff tsked and, without notice, crashed his hard, callused palm sharply across the center of her protruding globes.
"OW!" she yelped, suddenly clamping her thighs together to tighten her stinging backside.
"No you don't. No clenching. I like them spread open. Plant your toes on the floor and keep your legs straight. Wider, young lady," Jeff commanded, nudging her thighs apart so that he could have a clear view of all her womanly charms. He ran his hand along the backs of her smooth thighs, watching her shiver under his touch. Raising his palm, he spanked her left cheek, then her right, focusing on the sweet crease that joined her bottom to her thighs. Try as she might, Nikki kept lifting a leg out of position, forcing him to place it back.
"I will give you twenty-five strokes with the paddle I made for you. Here, take a good look at it," he said, handing it to her as she struggled not to flee from his hold. Nikki ran her hands over the wood, both fascinated and afraid of the love that went into the making of this item. Her hand shook as she returned it to his waiting palm.
"Twenty-five. If you stay in place, it will be much better for you."
Nikki was silent, closing her eyes in trepidation as she waited for the first fall of the implement. At last, it landed with a loud pop against the crown of her left cheek. Nikki gritted her teeth, suppressing a yelp as the next pop was sounded upon the right side. Five more pops later, she found herself twisting her bottom to avoid being struck in the same place. But Jeff was strong, experienced, and focused on his goal. He knew how to aim well and never missed his target. One by one, the smacks of the paddle fell in cadence, turning Nikki's bottom to the color of an Indiana sunset. Tears did not escape until Jeff counted twenty and announced that he promised to love her and would make her the happiest woman on the planet for the rest of her life.
Those words caused the dam to break and Nikki became to sob openly as the last five strokes fell solidly upon her tender derriere. She shook as she cried into his jean legs, her pain and guilt pouring forth from her.
"I mean it, Nik. I love you. From the moment you opened your mouth to sass me, I knew it. Come let me hold you, my darling."
"I am so, so sorry. I promise I won't ever do anything that stupid again, I swear." Nikki said, crying into his shirt as Jeff held her in a little ball in his arms.
"Do you think you will grow to love me one day?"
"I already do. Please don't be angry with me for poisoning you."
"I'm not angry, honey. Damn, you are adorable. Come closer."
He held her snugly in his arms, eyes closed and relishing the feel of her body pressed against his own. How long he had waited for the right one to come along, the one he could tell (using Gram's expression) ‘fit as good as an old pair of jeans’.
"Nikki? I need to ask something of you, sweetheart. Something very important."
"What?" Nikki sniffed, looking up at him.
"Odd as this sounds, it is a huge request."
"Just tell me. What do you want?"
The only thing that Nikki was able to give as a response was joyous laughter… laughter that could only be silenced with Jeff's loving, and quite demanding, kiss. Well, he had discovered one way to silence her small town sass, for certain!
The End
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More Books by Breanna Hayse
The Game Plan
From the age of eight, Cassandra Johnson fought against ever being loved for fear of being abandoned again following her father’s cruel and abrupt departure. When her mother married ex-Dolphins quarterback Big Bill Johnson, a new stepdad and three new stepbrothers entered Cassie’s life.
After the passing of her mother Cassie grows tired of living under the thumb of her three stepbrothers, and she decides to press for independence, asserting her obstinate and willful disposition and defying all rules laid out for her.
When Bill goes to Japan for three months on business, Cassie’s eldest stepbrother, Rob, is left in charge. He decides that a change to the "Game Plan" is in order and that it will start with a trip over his knee for a bare bottom spanking! Rob’s interest in Cassie goes far beyond just curbing her naughty behavior, however. He wants much, much more from her.
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