Widow on the Loose

by Stevie MacFarlane

  The only problem was he didn’t knock. She heard the handle turn and smiled briefly, then he kicked the door in. Bolting to her knees on the bed, she glared at him.

  “Get out of my room,” she insisted.

  “No. This is my apartment and, therefore, this is my room,” he stated simply. Carrying the box in his hands he dropped it on the bed.

  “Where did you get that?” she gasped, her hand flying to her throat.

  “It was with George’s things.”

  “And who gave you permission to touch it?” she demanded indignantly.

  “I believe your exact words were, ‘Travis, please take care of his things. Give them to charity or whatever, but I simply can’t deal with that now,’” he informed her.

  “That didn’t mean you could take them, especially something so personal!”

  “To tell you the truth, I didn’t know what to do with them. They didn’t really belong to George after all. It states quite clearly that this is Claire’s Toy Box,” he drawled, “and a lovely box it is.”

  “I suppose you’ve been through it,” she hissed.

  “Well, I had to see what was inside before I could decide what to do with it.”

  “And you’ve kept it all this time, nearly two years without mentioning it, why?” she demanded.

  “I thought at some point you might want it.”

  “Well, I don’t,” she snapped. “In fact, you can throw the whole thing into the incinerator.”

  “Darling Claire,” he sighed. “These items are quite expensive. Are you sure you don’t want them?”

  “Quite sure.”

  “Good,” he replied with a slight grin.

  “Why are you smiling?”

  “Because you’ve just donated them, to me. I think I can put several of these items to good use.”

  “Fine. Go fuck yourself with them,” she suggested sharply.

  “No, that’s not what I had in mind.”

  “Well, you’re certainly not going to use any of those things on me. We don’t have that kind of relationship.”

  “You’re right we don’t. I imagine George used these things to pleasure you. I might have a less satisfactory use for them, but still beneficial.”

  “What are you talking about?”

  “I’m talking about the fact that I’ve had enough of your nonsense. I’m talking about the fact that tonight is the last night you’re going to trash my house and get away with it. I’m talking about how you’re going to pay for pitching your cigarettes onto my neighbor’s terrace. Discipline is not a bad word, Claire. In fact, at times it’s quite useful when dealing with someone who has difficulty controlling herself.”

  “So you’re going to spank me,” she sassed. “Well, go ahead. I’ve been spanked by you before, Travis, and survived.”

  “I’m not only going to spank you, Claire. I’m going to teach you a lesson in obedience and respect. I’m going to punish you.”

  Claire laughed, flopping back on the bed.

  “Like you punished me last night?”

  “Not exactly,” he asserted.

  “Don’t threaten me with a good time, Travis. Last night I discovered that I don’t have to like someone to enjoy having sex with them.”

  “Save your sarcasm, honey. I can almost guarantee you’re not going to like this, unless you and George were far kinkier than I gave you credit for. Get up.”

  “No,” Claire gasped, moving to the far edge of the bed as she watched Travis open the box and dig around. He took out a small bottle of lube and studied it carefully.

  “We’re in luck,” he cried. “It’s still good. I checked the date. Apparently this stuff never expires.”

  “Travis, you get out of here,” she ordered, pulling the sheet from the bed as she stood and pointed her finger at him.

  “The chances of that happening are, let’s see… nil!” he snapped as he took a sizeable butt plug from the box and laid it on the bed next to the lube. “Come here.”

  “You can’t be serious,” she nearly screamed.

  “Claire,” he replied reasonably as he strode around the bed and grabbed her wrist. “You’ve put considerable effort into pissing me off. I feel it’s only right that I put the same amount of effort into showing you the error of your ways. That’s fair isn’t it?” he asked, pulling her after him.

  Digging her bare feet into the carpet was useless and in short order he was seated on her bed holding both her wrists as she wiggled to get away.

  “Now, as cute as these ruffled little bottoms are, they’ll have to go,” he pronounced. “Would you like to take them down or would you like me to do it?”

  “Travis, don’t you dare…”

  “Right, I’ll do it,” he stated, transferring both of her wrists to one of his large hands. Swiftly he tugged her panties down until they settled around her knees. “Okay now, darling, over you go,” he said cheerfully as he pulled her over his lap.

  “I’m going to kill you,” she squealed, kicking her feet wildly.

  “Here’s how things are going to proceed,” he informed her, ignoring her ranting. “First I’m going to spank you, very hard and very long for having your storage unit stuffed into my apartment without consulting me. Then I’m going to let you know how I feel about your smoking in general, but more specifically how I feel about you tossing your butts onto my neighbor’s terrace. I’m going to do this by inserting this amazing little attitude adjuster into your bottom quite firmly.

  “After that, depending on how well you’ve taken your punishment, I’m going to march your naughty little ass into the kitchen so you can clean up the enormous mess you made while I sit and admire my handiwork, specifically your well-spanked bottom. If you’re a good girl and properly repentant, and you do a good job, your punishment may be over for the night. If not, I’ll spank you again before we go to bed.”

  “What do you mean, ‘we go to bed?’” she demanded, tossing her head wildly.

  “Exactly what you think I mean,” he vowed.

  Claire knew immediately that this spanking was different. Instead of stinging little swats that smarted like hell, his hand fell hard and stayed there for a minute. They were solid, like he really meant them and the ache penetrated deep, much deeper than before. His hand was cupped, somehow catching more of her ass with each spank and she began to cry out in panic. This was no ordinary act of retribution for her foolish, childish actions. Travis meant business.

  She barely had time or strength to struggle between smacks, so heavy did his hand feel and a fear that was both thrilling yet terrifying streaked down her spine. Somehow each time his hand fell, it resonated deep inside her tummy, causing so many butterflies to gather she thought she might be ill.

  His strong arm wrapped around her waist kept her from moving and it was a good thing or she would have been spanked clear across the bed. He didn’t speak, not even to scold her and she knew instinctively that no amount of pleading or crying would stay him.

  Her tears fell fast and furious, but she clamped her lips together and tried not to humiliate herself further. How stupid was she to push him so far when she had no idea where his boundaries were? Sobbing harder, she refused to beg or apologize.

  When her entire bottom felt like she’d sat on a hot stove, he finally stopped.

  “I’m surprised,” he remarked casually. “You took that very well. There might be hope for you yet. Let’s see just how good you can be. Don’t move an inch, Claire, or I’ll begin again.”

  Nodding miserably, she held her position, only squirming when she felt him separate her sore cheeks.

  “Ah, ah, ah, none of that fussing,” he warned as she covered her face with her hands. “Naughty girls who live in my house should expect to be reprimanded when they need it, and you’ve needed it for a very long time, haven’t you, Claire?” he asked as his finger massaged her bottom hole firmly.

  She tried unsuccessfully not to shiver or make a sound, but a moan escaped.

 
; “I see,” Travis said knowingly.

  Claire felt a drizzle of cool liquid flowing between her ass cheeks and making its way to the front of her pussy. Even though her bottom was throbbing in pain she couldn’t help gasping at the added stimulation. His finger nudged her opening with persistence and before long, he’d slipped inside and lodged in her most private place.

  “Oh, Claire,” he whispered, “so tight and hot and oh so ready to be violated, aren’t you, baby?”

  “No,” she replied hoarsely.

  “I feel you quivering,” he answered, moving deeper. “I can tell you’re anal erotic, which in and of itself is a lovely surprise, but maybe future punishments will have to be a bit more imaginative, hmm.”

  “Travis, please,” she begged for the first time.

  “I’m ready, baby, ready to fill your naughty bottom with this cold, heavy plug. I hope you don’t drop it or push it out. That would be a very bad idea. Do you understand me?” he asked darkly.

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  “Good girl, now open up for daddy,” he teased, removing his finger and pressing the stainless plug to her hole.

  “Daddy? God, you are a freak,” she squeaked out.

  “And so are you, whether you admit it or not. Do you think I didn’t feel that gush of heat leaking out from your pussy?”

  “I am not,” she insisted, squeezing her cheeks tightly together to thwart him.

  Travis laughed.

  “Poor little girl, this is going in you one way or another. Now either relax that spectacular ass or pay the consequences.”

  Claire let her body melt over his lap, giving up all resistance. What did it matter? He was far stronger and there wasn’t a chance in hell he was going to stop. Besides, he knew exactly what he was doing, knew she responded to it on more levels that she’d ever imagined. She had nowhere to hide.

  Slowly Travis worked the plug into her bottom, surging and retreating over and over as she moaned uncontrollably. Claire yelped when he gave the final push, seating it securely past the wide base until only the flange remained outside of her body. Carefully he twirled it, patting it quite firmly before removing his hand.

  “Okay, naughty girl,” he stated, lifting her from his lap. “Because you enjoyed that far too much, I believe I will slap your disobedient ass all the way to the kitchen.”

  “Shit,” Claire replied, standing on shaky legs.

  Travis laughed, took her arm and began slapping as he marched her from the room.

  Chapter Ten

  Claire cried out with each step as they worked their way to the kitchen, Travis’s huge hand cracking her already flaming bottom all the way.

  “Lovely little maze,” Travis pointed out as they turned this way and that. “I’ll bet you’re not quite so proud of yourself now, are you?”

  Entering the room, Claire groaned and not from the fullness of her sore ass. The place was a disaster. It would take her hours to clean up. When he propelled her final steps forward, he swatted her a good one.

  “Get busy,” he instructed, taking a seat on the one empty stool and pouring a glass of wine.

  Shoulders slumping in defeat, she wasn’t sure where to begin. Travis had cleaned up for weeks and prior to that she’d stayed in a hotel or had a maid. How did one go about tackling a mess of mammoth proportions? Yes, she’d helped her mother do the dishes as a child, but her mother never had a kitchen that looked like this.

  Approaching the sink with trepidation, she stared at it. It had taken her quite a while to stack it in such a way that when Travis pulled something out, everything would go flying. Now she had to remember how she’d done it.

  The constant pressure in her bottom was distracting. If it wasn’t for her throbbing cheeks, it would be quite pleasant she realized. Her face suddenly felt as warm as her ass and she tried to concentrate on ignoring the slippery feeling between the tops of her thighs. After a while it was impossible.

  “Look, Travis,” she finally said, turning to face him. “How about we just go to bed now and take care of this in the morning?”

  Travis laughed, shook his head no and picked up his wine.

  Sticking out her tongue, she turned away in defeat and began dismantling the contents of the sink. Slowly and methodically she removed each piece, putting what she could in the dishwasher. When that was full, she started it and began hand washing the rest, placing them on a clean dishtowel to drain.

  Moving, walking, bending increased the need spiraling through her and, each time she looked at him in annoyance, she saw the hunger in his eyes. It equaled, possibly exceeded hers and for a moment she held onto the sink. Turning around, she glared at him in challenge as her fingers began to slide slowly down her tummy toward her pussy.

  “Don’t do it, Claire,” he warned hoarsely. “There will be no pleasure for you until your chores are done, little girl. Then we’ll see. Don’t make me discipline you further.”

  Claire snorted.

  “What more could you possibly do to me?” she asked with a weak laugh.

  “Oh, Claire, so much more, so much,” he advised, his eyes dark with warning.

  Shivering, she took a deep breath and moved toward the racks of pasta, snatching the fragile strands.

  “I’ll do that,” Travis stated. Rising he took some plastic bags out of a drawer and began carefully placing the pasta neatly inside. “Waste not, want not,” he informed her.

  “What do you know about wanting anything?” she accused as she took a cloth and began cleaning the stove, stretching to reach the back. She could feel her short nightie rising, nearly baring her backside completely. Knowing he could clearly see her punished cheeks and the shiny silver object between them made her voice exceptionally harsh.

  “You’d be surprised,” he replied softly.

  “So surprise me,” she ordered sarcastically as she glanced over her shoulder and caught him staring at her ass.

  “I know what it’s like to want a woman who doesn’t want me,” he asserted. “I know what it’s like to watch her change from a warm, loving girl into a greedy spoiled brat and be helpless to do anything about it. I know what it’s like to watch my best friend suffer and die, wanting so desperately to help him, I wished I could take his place,” he whispered in a wounded, choked voice.

  “Travis! Stop,” she pleaded, her head dropping down as she stared at the shiny surface of the stove and saw her own pain reflected back at her.

  “No. You think I don’t know what it is to want, Claire?” he demanded. “I watched his widow, the woman I’d promised to protect and care for self-destructing before my very eyes. Watched her give the body I’d hungered for, for more than twenty years to a series of worthless men who weren’t worth a clipping from her fingernail let alone the right to put their hands on her,” he growled.

  “Yes, I want, Claire,” he barked out. “And maybe I am a freak, if wanting to spank some sense into you makes that true, because God knows I’ve wanted to do it for years. Every cruel, biting comment that came out of your mouth made me want to blister your ass. Every sarcastic flippant joke you made at someone else’s expense, every time you criticized a servant in my presence had me longing to take off my belt.”

  Crushing the pasta in his hands, Travis looked at it in surprise and walked slowly to the trash, tossing it away.

  “Clean the rest of this up and go to bed,” he instructed, brushing off his hands and leaving the kitchen without another word.

  Claire cried as she worked. It took her almost two hours to finish, but when she was done the kitchen sparkled. The plug in her ass no longer felt sexy, just uncomfortable. A bitter reminder of what a shit she’d behaved like.

  Travis was right, every damn thing he’d said.

  She was still crying when she walked to his door and knocked softly.

  “Yeah.”

  Slowly opening the door, she peeked inside. He was lying on his bed naked from the waist up, his hands behind his head. Although the lights were off sh
e could see him clearly in the moonlight that spilled across his bed.

  “Travis?” she sniffled.

  “What is it, Claire?” he sighed.

  “I… I… need your help.”

  “Of course you do,” he pronounced. Sitting up, he stared at her after running his hand through his hair.

  “Well?”

  “I can’t… I don’t think I can get…” Her voice trailed off in embarrassment and she looked away.

  “The plug?” he asked.

  Claire nodded.

  Rising, Travis moved past her and out the door, walking to her room. Claire followed. Inside he sat on her bed and turned on the bedside lamp.

  “Well, come here,” he ordered, holding out his hand.

  Gingerly, she approached him, placing her hand in his when she got close enough. The occasional tear streaked down her cheek. He ignored them and pulled her over his lap.

  Picking up the bottle of lube, he squeezed some around the base of the plug and spread it around with his finger as she held as still as she could. Carefully, he twirled the plug and began working it out.

  Biting her lip, she couldn’t suppress the small moans and the squeal when he finally pulled it free. She scampered off his lap as quickly as possible.

  “Kitchen done?” he asked, rising and handing her the plug.

  “Yes,” she replied softly, taking it from him with two fingers.

  “Good,” he nodded. “Clean that well,” he ordered sharply. “We may have need of it, although I’m leaning toward something more impressive the next time you pull a stunt like this. Good night.”

  “Night,” she whispered at the closed door.

  ***

  Claire showered and crawled into bed naked. The cool sheets soothed her bottom but nothing could soothe the pain of Travis’s words. She had purposely antagonized him, finding pleasure in his frustration, but she never expected him to retaliate in this manner. Sure he might get mad and argue with her, and there was the distinct possibility they would end up like they had last night, in bed.