Kiki's Millionaire

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by Patricia Green


  Chapter 6

  The only thing that kept Kiki from falling into depression over the last two weeks at the shelter was her burgeoning relationship with Jim. He was wonderful. She loved him more every day. He brought her flowers and wrote her sweet notes in email—which the women at the shelter scoffed at, warning Kiki that he just wanted to butter her up for something kinky or sick. Of course, she hadn’t told them about the spankings.

  The glorious spankings. Kiki was often amazed at herself for how much she enjoyed them. Even when they were punishment they excited her. Only the night before, they’d argued and a harsh spanking ensued.

  Jim had brought her back to his house to watch a movie—they enjoyed cuddling, munching on salty, buttered popcorn and drinking very cheap champagne—and she’d unthinkingly brought her daypack.

  That afternoon she had gone to the Coffee Cart store near the shelter and used their hot spot to send off résumés. Her brand new computer was nestled in an exterior compartment of her daypack, visible when she opened it to get out her hairbrush.

  Jim spotted it and did a double-take. “Is that a new computer?”

  “Yeah. The old one…was broken.” She didn’t want to tell him that it had disappeared while she was away from the shelter one day. He didn’t need to know how difficult life was there.

  “It was a pretty old computer, that’s for sure.” He tugged the laptop out of her bag and gave it a look. “Kiki, a computer is an expensive thing to just go out and buy.” Annoyance made his words clipped.

  Oh, shit.

  “Well, I needed it. You know, for sending out résumés and job applications for temporary jobs.”

  He opened the computer and turned it on. “How much did this cost you, and how did you pay for it?”

  Kiki tried to take the computer out of his hands, but he had a firm grip on it. “Not that much.”

  “How much, Kiki?”

  She named a figure. It occurred to her that she could lie, but he was a computer guy; he’d know a low-ball price when he heard it. “It was on sale.”

  He poked at the keys, then shot her a harsh look. “It has Rocket Flare software on it. Kiki, I could have gotten you a computer like this for a quarter of what you paid for it and all the software for free—Rocket Flare is my company!”

  It had been Kiki’s intention to keep him in the dark about the computer. If she had told him she needed a new computer, he’d certainly have asked why. Worse, he probably would have bought her one. That would have been unacceptable. Instead, she maxed out her credit card. She wasn’t sure how she’d cover the bill, but she was hoping strongly that a temporary job would be offered soon.

  “Yeah, I know. But I didn’t want to bother you with it.”

  “Bother me?” He shut off the computer and put it down on the coffee table. “How did you pay for it? Credit?”

  She nodded miserably. She was in the soup now.

  “You don’t have a job. How did you intend to pay for it?”

  “I’ll get a job soon. I’m sure!”

  “Damn it, Kiki! Why don’t you let me help you? You’re being stubborn and foolish!”

  She stuck out her chin, bristling. “I am not. I needed a new computer, so I bought one.”

  “If your computer was broken, you should have let me know. I could have fixed it for you like before.”

  “It was gone!”

  His face went dark with anger.

  Fuck! Had she said that aloud? “I mean, it was a gonner.”

  He stomped over to her and took her by the arms. He didn’t shake her, though she could see his shoulders tense as if he would like to. His voice was low and quiet, almost menacing. “What happened to the old one, Kiki?”

  She couldn’t look him in the eyes. “It was stolen.”

  “From the shelter?”

  Kiki nodded, all her indignation gone.

  Jim released her and turned away. His fury was palpable. “How many times have I tried to get you out of that place? How can I put some sense into your stubborn head?”

  “I’m sorry,” she whispered.

  He turned back and waved his hand toward the staircase. “Upstairs. I’m going to blister your ass.”

  “Aw, Jim. I promise I won’t keep anything from you again.” She knew she was in the wrong. Knew that the spanking would hurt and make her feel humiliated. But, damn, her middle went all gooey and liquidy with gleeful anticipation. “Please?”

  “Up. The. Stairs. Right now!” He took a step toward her and she hurried off, climbing the stairs as quickly as safety would allow.

  Once in his big bedroom, Kiki paused, waiting for him to follow her in. After five minutes, she wondered if he was actually going to show up and do as he’d promised. She began pacing, and after she’d been waiting ten minutes, he finally made his appearance.

  He was calm and cold. It looked like he’d used his time away to get his anger under control. Kiki was glad for that in one way: she wouldn’t want him to take out all that fury on her poor behind. But she was disappointed in another: she knew that the cold, hard Jim would make it as un-sexy as possible.

  “Undress.”

  Turning her back, Kiki took off her clothes and shivered under his chilly stare. “I’m sorry, Jim. I really am.”

  “You’re sorry because you got caught. You’re not sorry you kept important matters from me and did something as foolish as putting an expensive thing on credit when you’re unemployed.”

  He was right. “I won’t do it again,” she promised.

  “No, you won’t. I’ll see to that right now.” He produced a ruler from his back pocket and walked over to the bed and sat down. “Over my knees, Kiki.”

  The ruler was a new thing. Intimidating. Scary. “The ruler…do you have to use it?”

  “A hand spanking is too sexy. I’ll want to make love to you if I use my hand. We’re not going to make love tonight.”

  “Not even later?” Disappointment settled on her like a fog. She knew she’d be a sopping, over-excited mess at the end of the spanking. Although punishment spankings weren’t supposed to end with fun and games, she thought that maybe, after an hour or two had passed, they could get physical and she could relieve some of the sexual tension that built with the spanking. But no.

  “I can see your devious little mind at work. You’re spending the night here where I can keep an eye on you. No masturbating. You’ll just have to deal with it.”

  “But, Jim!”

  “Over my knees, Kiki.”

  Dragging her feet, she went to him and laid over his knees. Her whole body thrummed and her bottom cooled in anticipation of the heat to come.

  As it always did, the first spank made her jump. The ruler was hard; her flesh stung sharply. Building speed, Jim plied the instrument all over her bottom, down her thighs and harshly on her sit spots. It didn’t take long for her butt to flame, flaring up with every crack of the ruler. But, at the same time, wetness pooled between her thighs. She cried and squirmed, but he persisted. Her clit felt swollen and achy, and little shooting sparks sprung from her womb to her hard nipples.

  Her wails had to carry to Ernie and Evangeline, and she was totally humiliated by the impression her blubbering would have. The humiliation didn’t stop the growing bubble of sexual need that built up. It made her cry all the harder as she thought about how difficult the night would be as she was prevented from relieving some of that pressure.

  Just as she was thinking she couldn’t take any more, he paused. “You will not keep important details about your security from me again, Kiki.”

  “No, Jim,” she said, barely able to speak coherently through her sobs. Her pussy throbbed.

  “You will not lie to me again. Even by omission.”

  “No, Jim.”

  “You will move out of the shelter as soon as I can find you a place.”

  It would be a place he would pay for. He would put her in the position of a kept mistress. She just couldn’t allow it. “But, Jim…Ow! P
lease! Please!“

  He smacked her bottom a few more times. “Agree, Kiki.”

  “I can’t! I just can’t!”

  “Goddamn it! Then move in with me. I’ve already paid for this house, so I won’t be putting in more money for you.”

  She hiccoughed and wiped at her runny nose. Her ass was raw. “What about food? Will you let me pay for my own food?”

  “Can you afford to do that?”

  “I’m paying a little each week at the shelter. It comes out of my savings.”

  “Keep your savings, Kiki. There must be precious little of it.”

  “No.” She hung her head. He was surely going to beat the skin right off her butt. She might actually orgasm if he’d only touch her.

  “Kiki, you’re pissing me off!” He threw the ruler across the room and she jumped. She’d never known him to be this angry.

  She began to sob again. “Just what I’m already paying at the shelter. Let me do that much. I can’t be totally dependent on you.”

  His hand rested on her roasted bottom, hot and heavy. How she wished he would just slide it between her legs.

  “Okay. You can pay for food. But not more than you pay at the shelter. And you will move today. Tonight. No arguing.”

  “Alright.”

  Jim rubbed her bottom tenderly, his voice tight when he said, “Your ass is beautiful, Kiki. Bright red. It’s a total turn-on. I only wish this had been for fun. I’ll be suffering right along with you tonight.”

  She squirmed against him. His erection poked at her, bulging tightly against his slacks. “Maybe…”

  “No. Punishment is not the same as fun.” His voice brooked no argument, as he helped her up off his lap. Exhausted and teary, she flumped onto the bed face down.

  “Can I have some ice for—“

  “I think you know the answer to that, Kitten Kimberly Ann Mackenzie.”

  A hitching sigh was her response.

  That night, they’d rounded up her three suitcases full of stuff and trundled back to Jim’s house.

  As she contemplated it the next morning, it felt strange to be sitting in his breakfast nook, in the big kitchen with Evangeline bustling about. Jim had left for work early, leaving Kiki asleep in the big bed. When she awoke, she was both horny and hungry. She realized that the horniness would have to wait; Jim would be ticked off big time if he found out she’d disobeyed his no-masturbation order from the night before. Somehow, he’d know. If he doubted her, all he’d have to do is ask. She certainly wasn’t going to lie to him again.

  Briefly, she wondered if he’d relieved some of his own sexual tension by getting himself off that morning. He was not constrained like she was, of course. It made her a little jealous to think of him doing it without her, but her growling tummy insisted on a different course of thought.

  A few minutes later, down in the nook, Evengeline brought her breakfast and a note from Jim.

  Sweetheart,

  I hope your tender bottom has recovered. I intend to apply my hand to it tonight in a more pleasant way. Don’t forget your restriction.

  I might be a little late tonight. I have a reception I need to attend. Business. Boring. Next time, I’ll arrange to bring you along.

  I’ll call you this afternoon.

  J

  Kiki wanted to read the “I love you” in his thoughtful note, but it was conspicuously absent. He didn’t love her. Her feelings were unrequited. He treated her well, but she had to remember that all of it—the flowers, romantic dinners, cuddling, cohabitating—that was all temporary. Someday, probably soon, it would all be over. She’d be alone again. Just her and her books.

  * * *

  It was nearly eight o’clock.

  Jim hurried home, eager to find out how Kiki had managed her first day living in his house. They’d missed each other on the phone all afternoon, each leaving voicemail a few times. She sounded okay in her messages.

  Receptions like the one he’d just attended were exceedingly boring, but a necessary part of his life. Like cocktail parties and annual dinners. He’d take board meetings and business meetings over those not-quite-social functions any day.

  He anticipated bringing Kiki with him if he could coax her into it. The thought of having her there, on his arm, comfortable and warm and smiling for him really made him happy.

  It occurred to him suddenly that he hadn’t thought about Isabella for several weeks. He examined his feelings as he drove home and realized that he didn’t feel guilty about it at all. He’d finally moved on. Kiki hadn’t replaced Isabella, but she took up the space in his heart left empty by Isabella’s death. It felt right to have Kiki as part of his life—a big part.

  He wanted to call Cal and enthuse about his girl. They saw each other at their parents’ house occasionally, but it was about time they got together and watched a classic hockey game. Kiki could invite her friend Maddie and they’d make a casual party of it. A little hockey, a little beer; Evangeline could make some buffalo wings. Yeah, he’d have to arrange it.

  He found her in the family room, reading a book. It was so endearing to see her quietly doing something she loved, sharing his space and enjoying what he could provide.

  “Kiki.”

  She turned, a surprised expression on her face. “Jim! You’re home!” It took her only a few seconds to hurry off the couch and throw her arms around him, turning her face up for a kiss. And kiss her he did. Long, slow, patient but demanding. He didn’t try to coax her, didn’t have to, she was right there making her own demands.

  When they broke she pressed her face along his collarbone and breathed in deeply. “You smell nice. I missed you.”

  He ran his hands up and down her flanks, finally reaching down to cup her nicely rounded bottom. A little squeeze there and he was hard as a rock. It was very tempting to yank down her jeans, press her over the back of the couch and do her right there. Ernie and Evangeline had the night off. They lived in a small house about a tenth of a mile away from the main building, not far from the empty stables.

  “I missed you, too, sweetheart.” He felt her hand slide down to his tented pants and caress his hardness. “Someone is hinting.”

  “That would be me,” she whispered, stroking him. “I want you so much.”

  He caught her wrist and brought her hand back up to his chest, holding it there. “I want to get you naked and kiss you all over.” He kissed the top of her head, feeling the silkiness against his lips and smelling the sweet floral of her shampoo. “I especially want to lick you where you need it most.”

  She groaned. “You’re torturing me.”

  Laughing, he said, “Yes, I am. You’ve tortured me all day.”

  “I have not. I’ve been here all day.”

  “Every time I thought of you today, I got hard. It was awkward, to say the least.”

  Kiki gave him a little smack on the chest. “Serves you right for not waking me this morning. We could have fu- fooled around before you left for work.”

  He gave her a squeeze and released her, stepping away. “You were sleeping so peacefully. And it’s good self-discipline to wait for what you really want. The anticipation makes it that much sweeter.”

  “Anticipation my as- Aunt Martha. Can we go upstairs now?”

  He grinned. Her excitement was incredibly provocative. “Did you eat dinner?”

  She sighed. “Yeah. I had a little fruit and cheese. I’m not much of a cook.”

  “I had too many appetizers at the reception. I sure don’t need more food.” He reached out and unbuttoned the top two buttons of her cotton shirt. “I have an idea.”

  “Is it a sexy idea? Because, if it’s not-”

  “It is.” He laughed. “Go turn on the Jacuzzi. May is my favorite month; the weather is so temperate, not too hot or cold.” He undid a couple more buttons and wiggled his eyebrows at her. “Let’s get naked and soak in the bubbles.”

  “The naked part is good.”

  Jim turned her and smacked her
on her denim-clad behind. “Go!”

  “Ouch! Okay, okay.” Grinning, she hurried out of the room. He heard a button hit the floor as she ran along, and he realized that she must be practically tearing her shirt off in order to get it off as quickly as possible.

  He laughed again. He was more in love with her every day. She didn’t reciprocate...not yet anyway. It was something he was working on.

  Jim climbed the stairs and got a few things from the bedroom, including some big, fluffy towels. When he got out to the backyard Jacuzzi, Kiki was waiting for him, up to her armpits in bubbly water, smiling an invitation.

  He dropped the towels on the tiled deck and his surprise clattered next to them. Kiki looked over toward the noise. Her eyes widened when she saw what he’d brought along.

  “What’s that?”

  Jim quickly got naked and joined her. “It’s a fiberglass cane.”

  “A cane?” She licked her lips and stared at it, her eyes measuring all twenty-seven inches of it, then turning back to him. “For spanking?”

  He nodded and then ducked under the water. When he came up he pushed his hair out of his face and sat next to her. The water was warm as a down blanket in winter. He put his back against a strong jet and got a nice massage along with the pleasure of seeing Kiki in the altogether. “It’s different.”

  “Won’t it leave marks?”

  “It has the potential do that. But I won’t leave any marks that don’t go away overnight. I don’t want to harm you. If you find that it’s too much, just say…say…elephant, and I’ll stop.” He took her hand and kissed it, then gently pulled her onto his lap. His cock was already at attention, and snuggling with her made it throb.

 

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