Off of the Beaten Path

by Lizbeth Dusseau

  “Stop! You can’t do this!” she wailed again.

  “Oh, yes I can, and I certainly will, Miss Nasty Brat!” he charged.

  While holding her struggling body in place with one firm arm, he reached around to her waist, and undid the button on her shorts.

  “Jess, stop!” she demanded.

  By then, Jess had no intention of even answering his girl friend’s protests. Once having decided to spank her, there was little that would ever alter his course, because she always deserved the treatment, even if she didn’t think so.

  Tugging at the shorts, they were quickly over her bottom and down her legs, leaving only a pair of pink cotton panties covering Ashley’s round rear. Lifting the elastic at her waist, Jess pulled the panties down so that he could get a first enjoyable glimpse of Ashley’s rear – the two round cheeks, the delicate crack between them, the dimples at the top, and the soft cushions of flesh at the very base. Her lovely bottom gave way to her firm well-exercised thighs, that when he was really mad, got a taste of spanking too.

  “You know I really love this,” he said under his breath, just before the first smack landed.

  “What!” Ashley blared, but she had much more to protest than Jess’s fleeting comments, as the spanking began with an earnest blast of smacks that peppered the blonde’s wriggling bottom. “Oooo, ouch!” she cried. And she began to kick even more furiously, as the sharp smacks burned right away.

  Getting into a regular rhythm, Jess let his broad hand fly across Ashley’s bottom, not veering much from the center of her cheeks. He had every intention of making them a flaming hot red before he was finished.

  With each new stroke Ashley cried another passionate wail; her song rising into the clear mountain air surely able to be heard a long distance off. And yet, the spanking went on, Jess knowing that eventually he’d work the wrath and spitfire nonsense out of his feisty lover, so that they might actually get down to what was really bothering her.

  The fiercely independent aviator was often as guarded with her emotions, as he was with his. In fact, she was sometimes even more restrained. She didn’t like losing control. He knew that just coming to California had been a struggle for her, especially because she was doing it for their relationship, and that obligated her. She didn’t like being obligated to anyone, least of all a man, and a dominant man at that. They’d discussed this many times, but he was sure that loss of control was a problem for her now.

  Seeing the rosy pink blush of her bottom turn to a vibrant red, he decided that she’d had enough, though she was hardly as subdued as he’d like to have her. Stopping for a minute, he laid his hand gently on her hot bottom, as he listened to her soft lingering cries. Sensing that he’d stopped, she began to squirm and wriggle all the more. Jess quickly realized that her anger had not yet been spent.

  Giving her another blast of smacks just for good measure, she howled loudly again; though this time, afraid that he’d just keep going, she cried earnestly for him to stop. “Please no more,” she pleaded with him. A sincere sounding “I’m sorry,” even escaped her lips.

  This time, stopping, Jess rested his hand on her bottom for just a few seconds and she was much calmer. There was no more wiggling, no cries, only the remnants of her sobs. Giving her bottom a gentle squeeze, he then lifted her up to sit on his lap, a hand placed firmly on her naked rear, holding tightly, just for good measure.

  “I’m not really wild about having to do this, Ash, but sometimes you don’t give me much choice when you make stupid remarks like you just did about not going on this trip. You’ve wanted it as much as I have. This ridiculous change of heart makes absolutely no sense. If there’s something bothering you, just be honest and we’ll talk.”

  “I know. It was stupid, and I am sorry,” she conceded. “I’ve had such a bad day, and the honest truth, I guess I’m really nervous about our vacation.”

  “Now that sounds more like it.” With a tender caress, he drew her mussed blonde hair away from her tear stained face.

  “I know I shouldn’t, but I seem to be going kicking and screaming into this relationship of ours. With every new turn, my fears just get more pronounced. And this week at the cabin has got to be the worst yet, going away with you for six days? What if it doesn’t work out, then where will we be?”

  “Maybe we’ll know if we’re suited for each other,” Jess suggested.

  “And if we aren’t?” she asked.

  “Then we aren’t, it’s as simple as that.”

  “Maybe I don’t want to find out. It’ll make me think that I’ve moved to back to civilization for nothing.”

  “I don’t think it’s a bad move for you either way,” Jess said. “At least there are other men in California.”

  “There are men in Venezuela,” she reminded him.

  “Ones you want to be with?” he queried.

  “Well, not many, I suppose.”

  “Suppose we just assume, just for right now, that things between us will work out. It’s really possible. And how can six days in a cabin with me be that bad. It’s not like I bite,” Jess said.

  She smiled. “No, but you snarl real nastily when you’re mad.”

  “Snarl?” he repeated.

  “Kinda, you were snarling earlier.”

  “Only because you were.”

  “Are we going to fight again?” she wondered aloud.

  Jess grinned. “I don’t think so. But, if you’ve told me everything, perhaps we should head out again. How about it?”

  She shook her head yes, and the two popped up from the log and returned to the Jeep.

  Just as they were getting the vehicle turned around and started back toward the highway, a pick-up truck zoomed up beside them. The driver leaned out as he slowed down, a scruffy bearded backwoodsman smiling broadly. “Nice red cheeks!” he said with a jubilant smirk, and he roared off.

  “Oh my god, Jess!” Ashley exclaimed. “Did you know we had an audience?”

  “No,” he said shaking his head, though there was a pleased smirk on his face. “Serves you right.”

  “Jess Barrow, that’s just what I hate about you!” she snapped, though there was not much anger behind it. “This is so embarrassing.” There was a sassy mad glimmer in her eyes, and distinctive pout on her lips.

  “Just figure you’ll never see the guy again,” Jess said.

  “Let’s hope not,” she retorted, as the Jeep returned to the highway, and resumed its journey, climbing into the steep mountains.

  Chapter Eight

  For two days Jess and Ashley were careful with their vacation and their testy relationship. Both of them were going out of their way to get along with each other. They found themselves keeping the sarcasm out of their voices, and letting little irritations go for the sake of a good time. For the most part it worked well, and they found the vacation the welcome retreat that they hoped it would be – lots of sex, a few hot spankings and other sexual moments that were strictly soft and tender.

  On the third day, Ashley was anxious to get out of the cabin and do some hiking. “You know Jess, there’s a beautiful river rock down the trail. I spotted it yesterday from that bluff. I think with a little effort we could make it down the hillside. It would be a perfect place to sunbathe.”

  “Sunbathe?” Jess asked. “That I never do.”

  “For heaven’s sake why not?” She was disappointed.

  “I burn like the dickens. But I can always watch you, that would be enough fun to keep me happy for a few hours,” he said.

  “Just watch me?” she said.

  “Sure, why not?”

  Ashley had always been a little taken aback by the way Jess loved her, adored her, in fact. He had an unabashed blatancy about his affections that she wasn’t used to. And it was likely what alarmed her more than anything about their relationship. He seemed to have the capacity to get inside her more than any other man. It was definitely frightening if she thought about it.

  “Why don’t we just see if w
e can make it down there?”

  “I’m game,” Jess replied, perfectly willing to go anywhere with Ashley, and do anything she wanted.

  Taking the steep trail very carefully, it was about an hour’s hike from the cabin to the rocks that Ashley had spotted the day before. And it was worth the journey, the small canyon was as peaceful as any place she’d been in a long time. It reminded her of the wilds of Venezuela, natural, untouched and certainly untamed. The rock she had planned on using as her beach was perfect, splashed with sunshine; it was warm and waiting for her.

  Getting ready, Ashley sat on the large flat rock, and pulled her T-shirt off over her head while Jess watched.

  “You really are going to stare at me like that all day?” she asked.

  “Yeah, and I’d even stare more, if you dropped the suit.”

  “Drop the swimsuit? You mean sunbathe nude?” she asked.

  “You’ve done it before, I know. I’ve seen the absence of tan lines and lots of beautiful brown skin.”

  “But here, you think it’s private enough?”

  “Private enough! This is the middle of nowhere. We haven’t seen another person since we’ve been here. Besides, I’ll throw you a blanket, if anyone comes by.” Jess was just a few feet away from her, sitting on a another river rock, though this one was in the shade of a gnarled old tree, while hers was in full sunlight.

  Ashley looked mildly pleased with the suggestion, thinking it through thoroughly. “Okay sure,” she said. And reaching behind her, she undid the back of her two-piece swimsuit, and let her breasts fall free into the sunshine.

  Jess could feel his cock growing at the sight of those lovely shaped orbs – the way the light hit them, the way they moved when she moved, the way her nipples seemed to tighten readily as the air warm caressed the skin.

  “You know, Jess, you’re going to have to have rub some lotion on my bottom. I can’t reach it very well by myself. I don’t want it burned, at least not from the sun.” She looked at him, her eyes laughing delightfully.

  “That’s all right with me,” he readily agreed. Watching her lovely lithe body, it glimmered in the sunlight. He saw her reach to her hips, slip her fingers under the edge of her swimsuit bottoms, and push. The small slip of cloth so easily dispensed with, the soft blonde curls of her pubis already seemed to glisten with female dew. He could just get a hint of her pubic mound below.

  “Stop looking like you’re hungry for a meal,” Ashley protested lightly.

  “But I am, darling,” he said.

  “And there better not be anyone that comes around here to see this. I think I’ve had enough public exposure for one week,” she said. She laid out her towel, while on hands and knees. Jess continuing to admire all her lovely curves, especially her round ass, as it bobbed and swayed before him, while she prepared her place to lie down.

  Finally getting settled, the naked Ashley laid stomach down on the blanket and towel, the warm sun baking her unclothed skin.

  “Suppose I should do my job now,” Jess said, as he scampered to her side, and took the bottle of sun lotion from her. Applying it liberally to her back and shoulders and the backs of her arms, he had her in a mildly aroused and very pleasant state in seconds. Moving down her back, he applied as much to her tight rear mounds as they clenched just slightly to his touch. It seemed that he’d spanked them so much, he hadn’t really had the opportunity just to appreciate them without laying a furious red across them for some grievance.

  As he massaged the lotion into her rear cheeks and thighs, Ashley continued her sensuous squirm, to the point that Jess wondered if she had more on her mind than just sunbathing. It was delightful to watch. Giving her bottom a playful smack, he was surprised to find that Ashley didn’t protest for even a minute. In fact, she seemed happy about the increased sensation. Along with the sun and Jess’s tender hands, it was all a potent sexual turn-on. Another smack, and Ashley was squirming even more.

  “You little tease,” Jess said. “I bet this is exactly what you wanted.”

  “Hummmmmm,” she purred, without really giving anything away. She was too aroused to talk.

  Jess smacked her slowly, moving back and forth from mound to mound, as a soft blushing pink rose on the surface of her flawless skin. The rising heat in her was matched by his own, as he felt his prick rising to the occasion. Picking up speed only enhanced the mood, and the fire in Ashley’s body. The more she squirmed, the more he gave her, the more enthusiastically she responded.

  After a time, he was literally pelting her with strong firm smacks; and there didn’t seem to be any resistance, no limit to the intensity that she wanted. The harder he paddled her, the more she liked it; though it was fast becoming apparent that this sensuous spanking was headed for something more.

  Turning her over, Jess, began a more overtly sexual massage as he smacked her quivering thighs, and even leveled a soft smack or two against her pubis. Ashley was beside herself with excitement. Everything that Jess was doing sent her body heat rising to the most wonderful peak. And then, as he continued the stimulation, he felt her tense, tighten and finally release, as an orgasm swept through her. Watching her lovely body climax was a marvelous sight, the sight of her beautiful shivering form made his dick stiffen in anticipation of his own climax.

  Eager to please him too, after she took a few seconds to catch her breath, Ashley descended on Jess’s cock, playing with a lusty abandon, until he climaxed. It didn’t seem to take but seconds for him to finish with a happy smile on his face.

  “You’ve never done anything quite like that, Ash,” Jess said, as he lay back feeling very satisfied.

  “No, I guess not,” she answered. “You should know now, that the minute I take my clothes off in the sun, I’m gone. My body just fuels like some raging inferno, and I can’t control myself. It must be something about the exposure and the heat that goes straight to my cunt.”

  “Let’s not forget the spanking,” Jess reminded her.

  “Yeah that too,” she said. And with a enough sunscreen on Jess to keep him from burning, the two lay together side by side in the sun for nearly a half hour relishing the after effects of their sexual interlude.

  ***

  Unfortunately, two days of bliss were all that the Jess and Ashley could count on. Inevitable blows up do happen with strong-willed people, so they would reason later, though the donnybrook that followed was of a different sort than just a clash of wills, emotions and spicy language. And it changed their entire vacation.

  Over dinner that night, while they were both still feeling the warm delight of their day in the sun, Jess was inspired to broach the subject that was clamoring in him to get out. He’d been thinking about this subject for some time, figuring it might be the very best thing for their relationship, and there was no better time to speak, after having one of the best days he’d ever had with Ashley. Their lovemaking on the rocks, spanking and all, had been the best ever. He knew that Ashley shared his feelings, even if she didn’t express it in so many words.

  “Ashley,” he started, just before he put a mouthful of chili in his mouth, “why don’t we get married.”

  At first, she said nothing. But then, with an unexpected abruptness, as if she’d just really heard his words, she look up at him shocked, almost spitting out the water in her mouth, “What!”

  “Married, tie the knot, live together, maybe even have kids.”

  “Jess, you’ve got to be kidding,” she blurted out.

  “No, not at all. I think it’s really stupid of us to play around with this still long distance relationship of ours. I don’t know how we’ll work it out with our jobs; but I’m sure if we put our collective minds to it we can come up with a plan that will suit us both. A little compromise, it’ll work. And, most importantly, we won’t have this stupid adjustment period every time we get together.”

  Ashley looked at him as he rambled on, a blank expression on her face.

  “I’ve been thinking,” he continued, “th
at this is the reason we fight so much. We have no consistency. This constant starting and stopping, it does nothing but create more tension for both of us. Then it only plays out when we get together.”

  Finished, he waited for her to reply. Ashley didn’t speak for the longest time, all to Jess’s dismay. It was not a good sign.

  When she was finally ready to respond, her eyes were flashing savagely, and he could feel her emotions rise with an unexpected fury. She dropped her spoon in the bowl of chili, and sat back in her chair, looking as if she was going to unload with a bomb. And she did.

  “How could you? How could dare suggest something as stupid, as asinine as that!” she blared.

  “What?” Jess was dumbfound.

  “You heard me. How could you have the audacity to suggest we get married when we hardly know each other, when you know how cautious I am about this. You Neanderthal jerk!” she bellowed. “You think that getting married, me turning into your little woman, suddenly everything will be okay!” Her voice was shrill and strained.

  “Ashley stop!” Jess roared. He couldn’t believe this was the same woman he’d made mad passionate love to just hours before, who had sat down to dinner with him, a smile on her face and affection in her eyes. Ignoring his loudly voiced command, Ashley went on berating him about the stupidity of them getting married, until he roared again. “Shut up!”

  She continued to glare at him; but she did stop talking.

  “What the hell are you going on about?” he blared. “You may not like the idea, but you don’t have to go up a lettuce leaf about it!” He was hurt, and the hurt translated into his own brand of anger.

  That just set off Ashley again. “I just don’t know how you could be so selfish and unthinking to suggest something you know I’m not ready for, and I don’t think you are either. But of course you’re Mr. Perfect, so I suppose …” She’d gotten up from the table and was finding her jacket, planning to go out.