by Lyndon, Sue
To her surprise, his gaze darkened and he stared at her with a hunger that sent shivers rippling up and down her spine. He strode to the door, closed it, and turned the lock. Her heart raced. Had he changed his mind? She licked her lips as he approached, the ache between her thighs returning. She inhaled a shaky breath when he came to tower over her, all six feet two inches of pure, manly perfection. Though she hadn’t seen him naked yet, she was ninety-nine percent sure that beneath his jeans and flannel shirt, he was all toned muscle.
“You know my reasons for dating this way, Amy. I’ve explained it to you a thousand times, young lady. We’ve dated for nine months. Two more days won’t kill you.”
She lifted her chin. “But the storm is supposed to last for three more days. The likelihood of us making it to Florida in time is slim.” Her shoulders sagged and she glanced at her feet. “We should have had the wedding here. Everyone would have flown in by now.”
“Hey,” he said, cupping her face between his large, warm hands. His eyes shone with a kind of gentle firmness that always made her quiver. His attempt to comfort her was only making matters worse, only deepening her need for him. “In a few short days, you’re going to be my wife, no matter what. Now, how about some dinner? Walter is whipping up a lasagna and says we can eat in front of the fire downstairs.”
Her stomach chose that moment to rumble. Dinner sounded nice. A fire sounded heavenly. Of course a fireside dinner with the love of her life sounded even better. She smiled up at Jake, feeling guilty for her emotions running so rampant today. “That sounds nice, Jake. Look, I’m sorry, again, for my…less than pleasant mood.”
He kissed her forehead, his stubble grazing her flesh as his warm lips pressed against her skin. She resisted groaning and leaning into him. God, the things he did to her with just a simple kiss. As he pulled back, he held her out by her arms, a stern look stealing across his face. “Before dinner though, we have some business to attend to, don’t we, young lady?”
“Business?”
“A spanking,” he said firmly.
“A sp-spanking?” He couldn’t be serious, and yet the warmth quickening in her inner core wanted him to be. They’d never done anything more than kiss. Spankings were way the hell kinky.
“A bare bottom spanking, to be exact.”
She released a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding, and her stomach twisted into a knot as he led her toward the bed. He sat down on it and guided her to stand between his legs. The bed was so tall that she was at eye level with him, and she peered into his face, trying to gauge if he was playing around. His jaw was tight, and his dark brown eyes blazed into her with an intensity that made her fidget. She felt like a naughty little girl who was about to get a spanking, and the knowledge that it would be Jake spanking her left her breathless with anticipation. A gush of moisture slipped from her, and she was certain her panties were already soaked through.
“Jake, are you really going to, um...” Her unfinished question hung between them, and the tension in the room crackled. Somehow, she couldn’t take in enough air.
“Look at me, young lady.”
She obeyed, a flush creeping up her neck to spread across her face.
“Now,” he said, “What did I say would happen if you threw a second snowball at me?”
“A sp-spanking.” She had difficulty saying the word for some reason. The idea of being taken over Jake’s knee and punished turned her into a puddle of nerves. She wanted to run and hide, but she also wanted to stay and experience something so…deliciously naughty. She’d known he had a stern side, and it was very obvious that he’d wear the pants in their marriage, but she’d never pegged him for a spanker. Until now.
“That’s right, a spanking. And what did I say would happen if you hurled the third snowball?”
She felt her eyes go wide and for a moment it seemed as if she were floating above her body, observing another couple. Surely he didn’t mean to take her pants down. She concentrated on breathing in and out as she struggled to find her voice. “A ba-bare bottom sp-spanking,” she finally said, stuttering over the words.
“That’s right. Naughty little girls who throw snowballs get their bare bottoms spanked soundly.”
****
Jake thought Amy looked adorable when she blushed. And apparently, spankings, or at least the prospect of one, caused her face to flush bright pink. He imagined her growing wet between her thighs as he chastised her, and his cock lurched in his pants at the thought of her squirming over his lap while he reddened her bottom. On the bare.
He regarded her for a moment. She’d changed out of her wet clothes and into a soft, fitted sweater and a pair of black yoga pants that accentuated her curves. He noticed her nipples tightened underneath her sweater, the peaks just visible enough to tease, and her chest heaving up and down quickly under her panting breaths only called more attention to her chest. He ached to tear her sweater off and bury his head between her full breasts, to suck on each peak and graze his teeth over her sensitive flesh while she quivered beneath him. Giving himself a mental shake, he tried to focus on the task at hand. She was still blushing, and she was fidgeting in place too, looking the part of the naughty girl who very much deserved the spanking she had coming.
“All right, young lady.” He patted his thigh. “Over my knee. Let’s get this over with.”
She hesitated and tried to step back, but he grasped her wrist and hauled her over his lap. “Jake?” Uncertainty sounded in her voice, and she peered around at him with worry sparkling in her pretty blue eyes.
He cupped her bottom and shifted her into a more comfortable position on his lap, her center directly atop his swollen cock. A tremor ran through her, and he knew she’d felt his arousal, felt the evidence of his need for her. He caressed her backside, moving from cheek to cheek, and soon she relaxed over his lap. “Are you all right, Amy?”
“Yes.” Her voice was muffled by the covers, and she squirmed, as if trying to get him to fondle her ass harder.
He gave her a sharp swat. “Naughty,” he said in a scolding tone. “You will behave during this spanking, young lady, or I’ll have you fetch your hairbrush out of your suitcase.”
A small whimper left her and she ceased all movement.
“Now, let this be a lesson for you, Amy. If you misbehave in the future, especially once we are married, you can expect a bare bottom spanking that results in a very sore, reddened little butt.”
Again, she looked over her shoulder at him with wide eyes. “Seriously?”
He covered her left cheek, giving it a firm squeeze. “Seriously. A warmed bottom will help you remember to mind me, don’t you think?”
“I-I suppose so.” She turned around and fisted her hands in the covers, and he suspected it was taking all her self-control not to squirm over his erection or push her bottom into his hand. Despite her nervousness, she was obviously enjoying herself.
“All right, then. Time for your spanking, Amy.” He landed a swat across her bottom, and she tensed and gasped at the first blow. Again, his hand came down, over and over as he moved to alternate spanks from left cheek to right cheek. More whimpers escaped her, and the harder he spanked her, the quicker her breaths came. She parted her thighs and lifted her bottom up, meeting each smack that rained down. “Amy,” he warned. “This is supposed to be a punishment.”
She sighed. “Maybe you should spank me harder then. You mustn’t allow me to get away with such naughty behavior.”
“I think perhaps it’s time for these pants to come down.” He gripped the top of her yoga pants and pulled them down, revealing her panty-clad bottom. She wore a pair of lace-trimmed purple panties that hugged her ass perfectly, and his desire escalated at the thought of pulling them down.
What was he doing? He was torturing himself, that’s what. At this rate, it would take a miracle for hi
m to last two more days without having his way with her. She was right before him, a breathless, squirming, very willing temptation. He shook the images of fucking her senseless away, and focused on spanking her overtop her panties, his hand bouncing off her rounded flesh. Dark pink marred her backside around the hemline of her panties, evidence that he was indeed reddening her bottom as promised.
“Ouch! This is starting to hurt, Jake. Okay, okay, you’ve made your point.” She struggled to rise up, but he pushed her down and draped one of his legs atop hers, holding her in place.
“Are you going to behave these next two days?” he asked, swatting her harder.
“Yes,” she gasped. “I’ll be good.”
He paused and spent a few moments caressing her heated backside, and she relaxed, probably assuming that he didn’t actually intend to pull her panties down. But a promise was a promise, and Jake didn’t issue idle threats. He peeled her panties down until they bunched right below her bare, reddened cheeks.
“Oh, please not on my bare bottom!” She renewed her efforts to escape, but he kept her pinned down with her backside positioned high on his lap.
“You were naughty, Amy,” he reminded her. He gave her ten firm spanks, once again alternating from left to right as he covered her bottom with the stinging slaps. She gasped with each blow, and as she fought against his hold, he glimpsed the sweetness between her thighs. His cock shifted and hardened further, painfully, at the sight of her slick, bare pussy lips. She’d hinted that she had a surprise for him on their wedding night, and he suspected this was it. Apparently the last minute errands she ran yesterday must have included a Brazilian wax. The scent of her arousal reached him, pungent and sweet, and oh so tempting. Resisting, he pulled up her panties and yoga pants, then drew her to sit on his lap. He forced her to meet his gaze, and she peered at him with a bashfulness that called to his heart. “I expect you to behave yourself for the next few days, Amy. We’re at the weather’s mercy right now and we need to make the best of it. I won’t hesitate to give you a good spanking if I think you need it, before or after we are married.”
Chapter 3
The storm raged outside, with the snow falling fast and thick and the wind howling. Amy felt her throat begin to burn with pent up frustration, but she swallowed and smiled across the table at Jake. The airport had just announced all outgoing flights for tomorrow were canceled as well, and given the dismal weather forecast, it wasn’t likely that they’d be able to make it out of Montana anytime soon. If they were lucky, they might arrive in Florida in a week or so, if the next flight they’d booked wasn’t canceled as well. Oh, and if they were able to even drive to the airport. There were a lot of ifs, and Amy didn’t like ifs one bit. She gazed at Jake and wondered how long it would be until they spoke their vows. Tomorrow would pass with them stuck inside Walter’s, while their kids scrambled to postpone the wedding by kindly asking the resort, the florist, and the musicians to please be on standby. She doubted it would all come together in the end, but what she really wanted most was to become Jake’s wife on the date they’d set—December 23rd. Not only was it a convenient date to get their families together, it also represented a year since they’d first met, a year since he’d walked into her flower shop and ordered an arrangement of pink and white roses for his mother’s birthday.
“Walter cooks a mean lasagna,” Jake said.
Amy nodded, though she’d been so preoccupied with her thoughts that she’d barely tasted it. Now full, she pushed her plate back and took a sip of wine. “I like the fire,” she said, nodding at the fireplace. “It’s nice and cozy. Walter says there’s a fireplace in the honeymoon suite too. How neat is that?” She kept her tone normal and her eyes downcast, trying to appear casual.
He opened his mouth to respond, but Walter appeared with another bottle of wine. He refilled their glasses, stepped back, and gave them a thoughtful look. “Did I tell you kids I’ve been an ordained minister for a little over a year now?”
Amy almost spit her wine out, and Jake nearly choked on a bite of salad.
“A what?” Amy finally managed to ask.
“An ordained minister. Did it on the Internet.”
“What denomination?” Jake asked.
Walter scratched his head and his gaze went up to the ceiling for a moment. “Oh, now I remember. The Blessed Church of Universal Life.”
“That doesn’t sound like a real thing,” Amy said.
“It is a real thing,” Walter said defensively. “I have a certificate that says so, and I even registered to perform marriage ceremonies in the fine state of Montana. You kids think about it. I could have the nice blonde lady from city hall draft up a marriage license real quick and fax it over, since your Florida license will obviously be no good here. She owes me a favor. And I bet Tom and Louise from next door would be more than willing to come bear witness to the blessed event.”
“Wow,” Amy said, anxiously meeting Jake’s eyes. His gaze bored into her, scorching in its intensity.
“I’ll leave you two lovebirds to think about,” Walter said, placing the wine bottle on the table before making a quick retreat.
Jake reached across the table with both hands, and Amy threaded her fingers through his, longing stirring in her heart. She braced herself for his rejection of the idea. He’d already said they could get married a few days late, once they finally made it to Florida. While she hated having her carefully laid out plans ruined, she liked Walter’s offer. It felt right. If they got married tomorrow, maybe they could salvage what was left of their planned wedding and just have a reception.
“Jake, what do you think?”
Keeping a hold of one of her hands, he scooted his chair back while twirling her out of her seat and into his lap. His lips met with hers, gentle and warm. Beneath her bottom, she detected his hardness, and she squirmed on his lap while hoping he answered soon and put her out of her misery. Finally, he pulled away and held her face between his hands, a glimmer of desire filling his gaze.
“Marry me in Montana, Amy. We can figure the rest out later.”
She squealed and wrapped her arms around his waist. “Okay! Okay!”
A second later, he was kissing her hard. He held her face in his hands, and her passion flared as she parted her lips and let him take command. She moaned into his mouth, her spirits bouncing with joy and her heart racing with excitement. She felt jittery and overwhelmed by the events of the day, but when Jake gathered her in his arms and kissed her like this, all those worries faded.
When he broke away, he hovered in front of her face, staring into her eyes as their breaths mingled. As she held his stare, she couldn’t remember ever feeling so contented as she did now sitting on his lap in front of a crackling fire while a snowstorm raged outside.
“You make me so happy, Amy.” A darkness entered his eyes suddenly, a primal look that made her quiver inside and out. “And I can’t wait to make you my wife.” The pressure of her bottom atop his cock left no question about what he meant.
“You know,” she said, leaning in to nibble at his lower lip. “I don’t think one day really makes a difference. You can spend all night tonight making me your wife, and tomorrow we can say our vows.”
Putting some space between them, he grasped her shoulders and regarded her sternly. “I know a bride who’s going to have a very sore bottom at her wedding tomorrow.”
“Wh-what do you mean?” Her bottom was still sore, but the lingering sting felt nice. It reminded her of his touch, of the thrill that had rolled through her as he’d exerted his authority over her.
“I specifically told you to stop propositioning me before we’re married. You have just earned yourself another spanking.”
“Propositioning you? Jake, you make it sound like I just hit on you in a bar.” She gave him her best glare.
He jabbed a finger at her
. “Get your naughty butt upstairs, Amy, and get ready for bed. I will speak with Walter and finalize our arrangements for tomorrow, and then I will be upstairs to see to you. I want to find you standing in the corner with your bare bottom on display.”
Gasping, she stared at him wide eyed and shook her head. “You can’t be serious.”
“I’m serious, little girl. Now get a move on.”
****
Jake spoke with a delighted Walter about tomorrow’s wedding, the first that would ever take place at the bed and breakfast. It would also be the first ceremony Walter had presided over. The couple who lived next door agreed to come by at two in the afternoon, and the blonde who owed Walter a favor managed to issue and fax over a marriage license at the last minute. It all came together rather nicely, and Jake bid the helpful old man goodnight and headed upstairs to tend to his naughty fiancé.
As he ascended the steps, his desire grew in leaps and bounds as he imagined what he’d find upon entering her room. He paused with his hand on the doorknob, swallowed hard and took a calming breath, and entered the room with his gaze immediately traveling to the farthest corner near the bookshelves. He had to do a double take, and his cock hardened at the sight that greeted him. She was such a good girl for obeying, and his mouth dried up as he approached her lovely form.
She was wearing a pair of pink plaid pajamas, the bottoms pulled down to pool at her feet along with her panties. She stood facing the wall, per his instructions, but it was her posture that riveted his eyes to her, and he couldn’t look away, let alone blink. Head slightly lowered, as if she were feeling repentant for her naughty ways, she stood in the corner with her hands clasped together behind her head. His cock jerked and strained painfully against his jeans at the image she presented. Tomorrow couldn’t come soon enough, but in his heart he knew it would be worth the wait.
