by Wehr, Mary
A cool breeze brushed across her skin. Mia screamed in mortification. Why, oh, why hadn’t she put on a pair of underwear?
“As for letting you go, you’ve crossed the line. I was going to let the cursing slide, but the fact that you believe I’m just looking for sex is whole other matter. I told you in all honesty that I wanted to try again, but you’ve jumped to the wrong conclusions, as always, and are determined to believe the worst of me.” He patted her right cheek.
Mia gritted her teeth and snarled, “Don’t you dare.”
“Oh, but I do dare.”
Mia wriggled and fought and scratched, but Ross’s strength outmatched hers. “Don’t fret darling. This ass will be smoking hot by the time I’m through.” His warm palm rubbed light circles over her bare bottom. “Not that your delectable bottom isn’t hot already. Mia, sweetheart, you have the most beautiful, spankable ass. Do you know that?”
That’s it. Mia sank her teeth into his leg.
“Ouch, you little brat. I guess we’ll have to do this the hard way.” He spread his knees so her legs were now draped over one hard thigh and pinned her down with one of his legs. He captured both her wrists and locked them at the small of her back. She couldn’t move. “Now settle down and take what’s coming.” WHACK.
Mia shrieked. “Damn, Ross, it hurts.”
“Language, young lady, and I suggest you tone it down a hair unless you want an audience. If I recall correctly, these walls are paper-thin. And for heaven’s sake, it was barely a pat. Besides, a spanking is supposed to hurt.”
He rained a series of spanks, striking each cheek in turn and Mia bit back a curse. She eyed his strong calf and pressed her mouth to his leg. Ross reached around her body and lifted her more firmly against his waist. She twisted to glare at him. He shook a finger at her. “You bite me again and you’ll regret it.”
“I’m regretting it now,” she whined.
“Good. At least we agree on something.” His voice developed a more no nonsense tone. “Twenty whacks for being lazy and not putting your shoes away and another twenty for cursing. I’ll let the ordering me out of the room slide, but you are not to do it again.”
“Holy h- Hannah, forty whacks. You’ll kill me!”
Ross chuckled. “A good spanking never killed anyone. You’ll feel the sting for a bit, I’m sure, hopefully for a few days if I did it right.” He then proceeded to spank her fast and hard ignoring her cries for sympathy. He alternated between cheeks and Mia thought she’d burst into flames. Good heavens, how could Becky be in favor of this type of punishment?
As fast as the spanking had started, it stopped. Mia was lying across his lap limp as a steamed noodle. She didn’t have any strength left in her to move and her blazing bottom throbbed relentlessly.
“Come on, silly girl.” He pulled her up and set her on her feet between his spread legs. He cupped her chin. “Now was that so bad?”
Mia grimaced and rubbed her backside. “If you’re implying it should have felt good, then you couldn’t be more wrong.” She climbed onto the bed and settled on her stomach. Heaving a sigh, she closed her eyes and conjured up images of Ross in certain torture devices to keep from thinking about her sore ass. Dipping him inch by inch in a pot of boiling oil would work for a start, pulling out his fingernails or using him for target practice sounded even better. Maybe she should take up archery.
“Ye-ouch that’s cold. What the he-ah Hades are you rubbing on me?”
“I’m smoothing aloe lotion into your skin. I should let you suffer, but it’s obvious you’ve never been spanked before. I went easy on you this time. Next time you doubt my intentions, I’m using my belt. Do you understand?”
Mia moaned and closed her eyes. Oh my, this was heaven! His hands on her ass felt so good. If she’d get this kind of treatment after a spanking, she’d have to act out more often. He stopped too soon and she opened one eye to see him close the cap on the bottle.
“Don’t get too used to that pampering,” he warned.
He must have read her mind. “Would you set the alarm for seven o’clock? I have to get up early tomorrow morning,” she said.
“Why? It’s Saturday. Don’t you have the day off?” Ross set the bottle on the nightstand and reached for the clock.
“I’m helping out with Cheap Shots tomorrow.”
Chapter Eight
Ross shot her a double look. “What in blazes is Cheap Shots?”
“A friend of mine owns a canine bakery. Once a month, a licensed Veterinarian is there to administer shots for rabies, distemper, or whatever is due, at a much lower price than a regular office visit. There’s usually a crowd. I help pet owners fill out the forms while they’re waiting in line with their dogs and cats.”
Ross appeared fascinated. “Fancy that, a bakery for dogs. Do you mind if I tag along?”
Surprised, Mia shrugged. “No, of course not, but won’t you be bored?”
“I don’t see why. I like animals. In Afghanistan, we made friends with a lot of dogs. It was nice to have the company, but too damn hard when we had to leave them behind.” He paused for a moment. “Lots of doggie treats, huh?”
Mia nodded and rolled gingerly onto her back. “Yep, she sells lots of goodies for the dogs. She even makes birthday cakes. What about your knee? Will standing long be a problem?”
“Sweetheart, don’t you worry about my knee. I’ll be fine as long as I’m with you.” He leaned over and kissed her lightly on the mouth.
Mia’s heart did a happy dance. Her eyes roamed over his muscled chest. Not only had Ross changed physically, but his attitude had as well. “Ross, what happened? I mean you seem so much more calm and patient.”
He chuckled as he climbed under the covers. “The Marines will do that to you. I guess I’ve matured over the years. I’ve grown more confident of what I want and I won’t stop until I get it.” He brushed a strand of hair away from her face. Their eyes connected and she thought she saw a hint of longing shining there. “I’m going with you tomorrow. Good night.” He rolled over on his side with his back toward her. Within minutes, he began to snore.
Mia stuck her tongue out. It’d serve him right if she hit him over the head with the alarm clock. How dare he fall asleep while she suffered from a sore ass and aching pussy. Grabbing the blanket, she gave it a good yank and flopped on her side.
* * * * *
Ross was in agony. He lay in bed with his eyes wide open and an erection hard enough to pound nails. He always slept on his stomach, but tonight he’d surely poke a hole in the mattress. If he slept on his back, what little of the blanket he had managed to keep hold of would stick up in the air near his groin and, if he touched himself, he’d explode causing one hell of a mess.
Mia had always been an attractive woman once she had ditched the baggy clothes, but now she was absolutely gorgeous. Standing on the bed with her hands planted on her waist, her full breasts thrust outward and her huge nipples pointing beneath her silk nighty, they just begged to be suckled. Her bare bottom over his knee would be forever burned into his memory. The full mounds of flesh jiggled each time his hand had come down, turning the pale skin a pretty pink.
But his Mia had protested her punishment way too much. He saw the plump lips of her pussy glistening with her cream. One slip of his hand and he could have easily finger-fucked her and brought her to climax. The scent of her arousal had penetrated his nostrils and played havoc with his senses, but he was determined to wait and prove to her that he was in this relationship for the long haul, not just for sex. He’d wait until she made the first move even if it killed him. And it probably would.
* * * * *
They arrived at The Doggie Sweet Shop a half an hour before it was scheduled to open. The line of dogs waiting for shots circled around the back of the building. Mia smiled at the excited animals and petted a few before she grabbed Ross’s arm and led him to the other side of the shop where the door was propped open for the doctors to bring in their equipment and set
up the tables.
Mia spotted the owner and gave her a hug. “Hi, Celia, the store looks nice and smells so good.”
To the left of the store hung leashes and collars of assorted sizes and colors, the middle aisle was full of toys and bagged treats, and to the right were items for animal lovers. Coffee mugs, key chains, note pads, and calendars with different breeds of dogs.
Celia beamed when she saw Mia. “Hey girl, thanks. I’m glad we moved to this new location. There’s much more traffic going by so we’re getting noticed. I’m glad you could help today. Debbie called in sick so you’ll be the only one handing out the forms and making sure they’re filled out correctly before the animals can get their shots.” She eyed Ross. “Hi.”
“Celia, this is Ross. He’s a very good friend of mine.”
Ross held out his hand. “It’s a pleasure, Celia.” He sniffed. “Something smells like it's burning.”
Celia threw her hands up in the air. “Oh my, that’s my chicken jerky!” She ran toward the back of the store, leaving Mia and Ross to browse. Mia went over to the huge glass case located in the center of the store.
“Chicken jerky, huh?” Ross commented directly behind her.
Mia nodded. “Yes, Celia makes her own from fresh chicken breasts.” She pointed to the plastic trays inside the case. “These are all the treats. What do you think?”
“Wow, if I was a dog, this would be heaven.” He pointed to a tray of Biscotti. “Those have chocolate on them. I thought dogs couldn’t have chocolate?”
“That’s not chocolate, it’s Carob and you’re right. Chocolate isn’t good for doggies.”
“These look good enough to eat.”
Mia giggled. “You can eat them, but the taste is rather bland. Celia doesn’t use sugar in her recipes. If you look at the front of each tray, there’s a label with all the ingredients listed so if the dog has certain allergies the customer knows which treats to avoid. I help Celia now and then and I know some customers who have dogs that are allergic to peanut butter.” Mia turned at the sound of a man’s voice and shook hands with Celia’s husband, Mark.
“It’s a beautiful September day. Are you ready for the crowd?
Mia laughed. “I’m ready. Ross, this is Celia’s husband, Mark. He does the dog grooming.”
Mark unlocked the door and from then on things were busy. Ross stayed by Mia’s side as she went to each pet owner and helped them with the paperwork. She fussed over all the animals and made sure to hold a puppy or two.
Ross walked slowly alongside her and she could feel the heat from his hard body penetrating into hers. He learned quickly how to fill out the paperwork and helped her get through the crowd, which cut the time in half so she took advantage of the situation and showered the animals with extra pats on the head or a belly rub. An area had been fenced off so the owners bringing in their pets didn’t interfere with the other animals that came in to be groomed. The cats needed to be in a carrier and the dogs had to be on a leash, or they weren’t allowed in the store. It was a rule set up for the animals’ own protection. The people who came were animal lovers and nobody wanted to see a dog or a cat escape across the busy highway and be run over.
Finished with the last pet owner, Mia looked around for Ross. Celia waved and motioned her over to where she stood behind the counter. “If you haven’t claimed that man as your own, then you’d better hurry before someone else snatches him right out from under you.” She winked at the sexual innuendo. “There’s nothing sexier than a hot guy holding an animal in his hands.”
Mia turned in the appointed direction and her heart skipped a beat. Dear Lord. In the middle of the room away from the dogs stood Ross cradling a little gray and white kitten in the crook of his arm. The thing was so tiny compared to the big hand stroking its fur. Warmth enveloped her entire body. Those same hands had spanked her bottom last night, successfully demonstrating how punishing they could be, yet today he gently held a tiny creature as if it were made of glass.
Mia knew then and there she still loved the man and she’d take whatever punishment he deemed to dish out. She weaved her way between the people and came up beside him. She nudged his arm to get his attention. “You’re making Samantha purr.”
Ross grinned down at her. His blue eyes sparkled with carnal pleasure. “Samantha, huh?” He lowered his voice. “I’d like to make you purr with the stroke of my hand.”
Before Mia could react, he nodded toward the large cage next to the register. “I know you and Celia are friends, but I don’t like the fact that this kitten and the other ones are kept in a cage without room to exercise.”
Mia’s heart swelled with joy at his concerned tone. Just something else she never knew about Ross Garrison. He had compassion for things smaller and weaker than him.
Mia rubbed the soft fur under the kitten’s chin. “They’re only in there when Cheap Shots is here, which is once a month. After we clean and disinfect the area, the kittens are left out to run around and play in the same room where the shots were given. Celia puts the cage in there and leaves the door open so they can go in or out as they please. The kittens are also up for adoption. Most of the babies are from cats that have been abandoned by their owners and ended up turning feral. I met a lot of nice people in the world, although sometimes it seems like there isn’t much kindness left anymore. If someone finds a litter of kittens, Celia takes them, and also the mother, if possible. This way the mother can be spayed. Perhaps, little by little, we can end the vicious cycle.”
“How in the world does she afford the vet bills?” Ross seemed really interested and concerned.
“Through people’s generosity and the doctors who are here giving the shots. They don’t charge for the surgery.” Ross continued to pet the kitten and Mia grinned. “You’re a big sap.”
Ross eyed her sternly. “You rat me out, especially to Jason, and I’ll have to punish you.”
Mia’s belly trembled with longing.
“It’d be a pleasurable spanking though. I guarantee it.” He winked and she caught her breath.
She rubbed her nose on his bicep and placed a kiss on his firm hot skin. “I never had a spanking that felt good. Is there such a thing?”
“I guess you’ll just have to be patient and find out.”
From then on, the day seemed to drag. Mia’s senses were on overload, and she kept glancing over at Ross, who’d catch her staring, and he’d grin wickedly. Another two hours and they were finished. Mia went into the small kitchen where Celia baked the doggie treats and poured herself a glass of spring water from the container in the refrigerator. She drank thirstily.
“Are you okay?” Ross asked as he poured a glass for himself.
“Just a little warm is all. I’m ready to head home and jump into the shower.” Ross’s gaze locked onto hers as he drank and she didn’t have to guess at what he was thinking. “Alone,” she added much more sharply than she had intended.
His eyebrows arched knowingly at the slip of temper.
Embarrassed, Mia dropped her eyes to the thick column of his throat and the wide expanse of his shoulders. The muscles in his arms flexed with each movement and his wide chest stretched the material of his shirt. She was in for a reckoning and she couldn’t wait until they were home.
Chapter Nine
Feeling much better after her shower, Mia pulled on a pair of jeans and short sleeve T-shirt. Humming to herself, she went into the bedroom and saw Ross standing there with his arms folded across his chest. He strode toward her and she opened her mouth to speak, but could only squeak as he bent down and tossed her over his shoulder.
“Ross,” Mia exclaimed. “What in the world do you think you’re doing?”
“Giving you what you asked for.”
“And what the hell was that?” She knew she should be angry with his caveman tactics, but instead her nipples hardened and a twinge of arousal sparked between her legs. She had to show him that she wasn’t some meek female so she pounded her fists on his
back, which in turn earned her a sharp smack on her rear. She gasped in outrage.
“Behave or this good girl spanking will turn into a bad girl spanking mighty quick.”
Mia ceased struggling and hung limp over his shoulder, enjoying the view of his taut backside. She cupped his ass and moaned. “My, my, you are naughty,” he scolded. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he upended her over his knee. “The jeans have got to go.” He reached under her belly and flicked open the snap. Mia lifted her hips so he could pull down the zipper and divest her of her pants. She smiled at his sharp intake of breath.
He squeezed first one bare globe of flesh and then the other. “Mia Adams, you aren’t wearing any panties.” His raspy tone touched her very soul.
Mia wriggled her bottom and groaned. “You know, in all my twenty-nine years, this is only the second time I’ve been in this position, but I find I’m rather enjoying myself.”
Ross continued to massage her skin. Once in a while, he’d tease her by slipping his fingers down the crease of her buttocks and skim her clit. “You keep on enjoying, sweetheart, cause it’s only going to get better.”
He spread his knees and the gap between her legs widened. Cool air brushed her girly parts and heat rushed to her face. She could almost feel his eyes upon her seeing all of her secrets.
He traced the crease of her ass and leaned forward. “You’re going to take me here soon. I want to possess you in every way possible.”
Mia swallowed hard. No man had ever penetrated her anus. She felt a little nervous and embarrassed, but couldn’t stop herself from arching toward his fingers.
“That’s it, Mia. Take a deep breath and relax.” His finger circled the dark hole and Mia’s pussy began to pulse in a steady rhythm that matched the beat of her heart.
She needed friction and ground herself on his knee ever so mindful of his strong hand rubbing her so intimately. She bowed as his finger slipped inside such a forbidden place. It felt so good and yet so wicked at the same time. She couldn’t wait and began to rock back and forth. The pleasure was so close within reach and then he stopped.
