"Because you'll be enjoying every minute of it. You'll love every touch. You'll begin to raise your butt, seeking more. You'll be wanting - almost begging me - to take your panties down and spank your bare bottom."
Carla stared. Her mouth opened in shock and embarrassment. She felt the colour flood into her face. Scott stared right back, unabashed. He smiled a crocodile smile and moistened his lips with the tip of his tongue, just like a croc who is about to feast on a good dinner.
"Of course, you'll be far too polite to ask me to take your panties down. But I'll do it anyway... slowly and carefully, savouring every moment of the grand unveiling. And once I have your bottom bare, as it should be, it will be a nice healthy pink colour. At that point I'll lovingly caress each pink mound, and then I'll recommence the spanking, turning the pink to a more pleasing shade of red. The spanks will become harder and faster. There is no sound on earth like the sound of a hand against a bare bottom. Each spank will sound like a pistol shot. A whole volley of spanks will be delivered and you'll start kicking those pretty legs of yours. You might even reach round with your hand in a pointless attempt to protect yourself. But that tactic won't work because I'll grasp your hand with my left hand and I'll just carry on spanking you with my right. And every so often I might just pause long enough to trail my fingers down over your inner thigh. I can guarantee there'll be a sticky wetness there because at that point your arousal will match my own. You'll want more. Much more. And then..."
Carla exhaled. Somehow or other she'd been holding her breath as he said all that, and now she gasped, sucking in the sweet air. When she had got herself under control, she managed to speak again. "And then...?"
"And then I'll give you more. And when your butt is tingling and throbbing and red as a sunset in the valley, then I'll stop spanking and commence the aftercare." He smiled lazily. Seductively. Carla felt her bones melt.
"I can't think what you mean by aftercare," she ventured. Gulp.
"It means, my darling, that I'll turn you over and kiss you and pleasure you and give you one hell of an orgasm without going all the way - we'll save that for another time - and that," he said, "will take care of your highly charged emotional state. You will feel calm and relaxed. You'll sleep like a baby. And tomorrow I'll take you to the ranch to meet the family. How about it?"
"I... um..." She began giggling and put her hand over her mouth. "Er... um..." The giggling continued.
"Am I to take that as a yes?" he queried, raising his eyebrow.
Carla nodded her head frantically.
And so it began.
Seated in the middle of the sofa, Scott took her hand and gently guided her over his lap. She felt awkward, gauche, all arms and legs, and when she was settled, she became horribly conscious of her bottom waving in the air. Then she felt his hand skim the surface of her skirt, exploring the contours of her body beneath. It felt good. Her embarrassment evaporated and was replaced by a burning curiosity tempered with lust. For there was no doubt whatsoever that his spiel had turned her to a mass of quivering jelly. She had never been spanked - had never consciously thought about it before in an erotic sense, and now here she was, about to experience it - with Scott.
Scott did exactly as he said he would, and began gently patting her bottom. It was soothing. Carla almost purred. She was enjoying the sensations. She relaxed and then yelped, suddenly jerked out of her complacency as he the gentle pats gave way to slaps. He spanked first one cheek and then the other, then both together... a little higher... a little lower. And gradually, the spanks increased in tempo and intensity.
A little out of her comfort zone, Carla began to squirm. Her fingers grabbed a nearby cushion and squeezed the brocade piping as each spank descended. "Oh! Ow!" she yelped, her right leg involuntary kicking.
"Starting to feel it now, are we, huh?"
"Yeow!" she squealed by way of an answer.
Scott grinned. Then he began to spank that lovely butt properly, hard and fast, gauging her reactions, measuring her responses, attuned to her yelps and little moans. His hunch was correct. It was turning her on. He felt his erection grow and knew she would feel his hardness as she lay over his lap. After a couple of minutes he paused, and ran his hand lightly over her skirt, then flipped it up. She was wearing a pair of pink stretchy lace panties, high cut, exposing the lower portion of her butt cheeks.
"Nice," he said huskily, and trailed his fingertips over the flimsy fabric. "Very nice." Her legs were bare. He caressed her thighs, his hands gently squeezing, moving up and cupping her buttocks.
The crack of his hand echoed around the room as he slapped the underside of her exposed cheeks. Her bottom was well rounded and full. It was a bottom made for spanking.
Carla gasped and bit her lip as she felt his fingers grasp the top of her panties, drawing them slowly down. It was intensely erotic. Electrifying. Her body betrayed her, her hips raising of their own accord to assist him as he took her panties down. She felt them slide down over her hips and then past her thighs and knees. From there they pooled in a wisp of lace around her ankles. She arched her back, desperately yearning for him to touch her. And when he did, she moaned with pleasure as his hand rubbed her pink cheeks.
The hand moved away as he raised it. And then it cracked down again and again. Scott took pleasure in watching her bottom depress beneath his touch, and then it would spring back as though asking for more. He obliged. He began to spank harder, relishing each slap, loving the way her cheeks bounced and jiggled. The pink cheeks began to take on a red tinge which deepened as he continued.
Carla was loving every minute of it, and the delicious feelings in the pit of her tummy made her squirm in a most delightful way as she shamelessly ground her crotch into his thigh. As the spanks became ever more forceful, Carla began to cry out. He bottom was smarting and burning. The sensation filled her. It was overwhelming. It was painful and... "Oweee!" she squealed loudly. "Oh! Oh! That really hurts!"
"Good," her tormentor said. "It wouldn't be a proper spanking unless it really hurt!" He spanked her some more.
Carla squealed and wriggled like a fish. Her legs kicked so hard that she kicked her panties right off. They flew through the air and landed goodness knows where. But there was no time to worry about them. Scott did a clever trick with his leg, kind of wrapping it around hers so that she was unable to kick and struggle. All she could do was lay there and take it. And when he was satisfied that she had had enough for now, he stopped, and the smacks were replaced by soothing rubs.
"I'm on fire," she wailed. "What have you done to me. Ohhhh," she gasped as his fingers probed in an intimate examination. She made no attempt to resist. Now the tingling warm afterglow of the spanking had made her feel aroused to an extent never before experienced. Her breathing quickened. She squeezed the cushion hard.
With a low throaty chuckle he grabbed it off her and threw it on the floor, and then effortlessly flipped her over onto her back. There she lay, her golden honey mane fanned out around her flushed face. Naked from the waist down, she should have been embarrassed but she wasn't - she felt wanton... desirable... She drew her knees up, parted her legs to give him access, closed her eyes as his fingers massaged her clit, glistening and lubricated with her juices.
She mewled, reaching out for him. She hovered on the brink, all her senses screaming for release, and as she peaked, her hips bucked, and she cried out in pleasure before he muffled her cries with a lingering kiss.
Long moments later she lay supine and sated, gazing up at him as he tenderly moved her hair from her face and kissed away a few stray tears. "I don't know why I'm c...crying," she mumbled. "I don't know why."
Scott smiled and kissed her again. "I'll kiss the tears away. There." He hugged her tight and she nestled against him.
"That was something else," she told him. "I never expected it to be like that."
"That was a good girl spanking. When you've experienced a bad girl spanking, you might not like it quite so much."
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br /> She pondered on that remark, and then sighed happily. "Good girl. Bad girl. I can be both. Just give me lots and lots of lovely spankings - and aftercare - lots and lots of that." She began to giggle again. "I really, really enjoyed the aftercare."
"I kinda thought you did," he grinned.
Carla glanced at him. He was in imminent danger of bursting out of his jeans. "Perhaps it's your turn now?" she asked, somewhat shyly.
"I can wait, baby. I can wait." He leaned down and kissed her. "Dinner first. I need to keep my energy levels up. It's after nine and I'm starving."
"Me too. I didn't realise until you mentioned dinner how hungry I am."
"Why don't you go and relax in the spa and I'll order for us. How about lobster?"
"Mmmn. I love lobster. Sounds great." Carla slipped into her skirt, suddenly feeling embarrassed at being half naked in front of the fully dressed guy who had spanked and pleasured her so expertly.
"Go on then. Give me a shout if you'd like me to come scrub your back." He winked at her as she slid off the sofa and headed for the bathroom. "There's a couple of towelling robes in there if you want to slip one on after your bath."
Scott called room service and requested they bring a feast of oysters, fresh lobster, salads, fruit and cheesecake to his suite at 9.45pm. He also ordered a bottle of their best champagne. Tonight was a night that should be celebrated in style.
Carla emerged from the bathroom, her face pink and glowing. Her bottom was glowing too, though it was coyly covered by the fluffy and luxurious towelling bath robe. She was also wearing a pair of the complementary slippers - white towelling mules.
"Like the outfit?" She twirled girlishly and plonked down on the sofa, running her fingers through her damp hair.
"I do. You look like a fluffy white rabbit." He came over and stroked her tousled locks. "There's a hair dryer in one of the drawers. Want me to dry your hair?"
She blinked in surprise. No guy had ever offered to do that for her and she found the gesture strangely touching. "Sure. If you don't mind?"
"Of course not." He strode away and returned with the hairdryer and a brush. "See this?" he held up the brush. "Because of the shape, it's known as a paddle brush. But it also has another very good use aside from brushing hair."
"Jeez - ya gonna spank me again?!"
"Not straight away. I'm the considerate type - I'll give your butt plenty of time to recover before I have another session with it. I'm just broadening your education regarding spanking implements." He flashed that bright smile of his. "You won't believe how many perfectly ordinary everyday household items can be put to alternative uses." The smile changed to a wolfish grin.
"I'm beginning to get the picture," she said demurely.
Scott teased out the tangles from her hair with his fingers, and then brushed it. Switching on the hair dryer he began drying her hair a section at a time, and pausing every so often to brush it. Carla enjoyed the experience. It was both relaxing and lovely.
"You're good at this," she murmured drowsily. "I could stand this for hours."
"Hey, don't go to sleep yet. Dinner will be arriving shortly. I'll just finish up here and then go take a quick shower." He brushed her hair until it gleamed, soft little wispy curls springing up around her face, shining with health. "There ya go. You look good enough to eat." He deposited a kiss on the top of her gleaming locks then headed for the shower.
When he returned, he too was wearing a matching white bath robe. "You won't get me wearing a pair of those things though," he grinned, pointing to her slippers. "Poncy, girlie slippers. Give me a proper macho man's slipper any time." His eyes twinkled as he continued her education. "Now the Brits have the right idea. They use slippers for spanking. They're quite popular over there."
Carla pulled a face and wrinkled her nose. "Can't say that appeals to me much - having someone's stinky old slippers whacking my butt? No thanks, buddy!"
"We'll see about that. You just wait till I show you my rubber-soled slippers. Hank got them for me when he was over in the UK."
Carla was prevented from making a rude quip because room service arrived and set out their late dinner on a table covered by a snowy white cloth and shimmering crystal glasses. The waiter discretely lit the candles, deposited the champagne on ice, and pulled out a chair for Carla to sit on.
"This looks amazing." She took her seat and accepted a starched linen napkin for her lap.
"Yeah. Looks real good."
Scott tipped the waiter, dimmed the lights, and sat opposite Carla. The two of them ate and drank and chattered, enjoying a late candle-lit dinner. Already, Carla was looking more like her old self. Her eyes shone and she laughed a lot. She loved the food and did justice to her share of it, as did Scott. The champagne was wonderful and a perfect accompaniment to the lobster.
"Scott - thank you. I honestly don't think I've ever enjoyed a meal so much."
"Same here. The company is even better than the food." He smiled and refilled their glasses, taking them over to the coffee table by the sofa. "Come. Let's sit here awhile before bed."
Carla slid down next to him. It seemed the most natural thing in the world for him to put his arm around her shoulders, and she rested her head against his chest and sighed in contentment... though at the back of her mind, the word 'bed' was reverberating. Perhaps he sensed her thoughts.
"I'll sleep here on the couch tonight and you, my lady, can have the bed." He read her fleeting expression of disappointment and immediately understood. "There's nothing I'd like more than for us to sleep together tonight and every night, but I said I didn't want to rush things. I don't want to spoil things between us, Carla."
"How about we compromise?" She surprised herself with her boldness. Perhaps it was the alcohol. Or then again, perhaps not. When he looked at her expectantly, waiting for clarification, she obliged. "We could... sleep together." She blushed and continued. "I mean, we could share the same bed, and you could just hold me. I'd really like that."
"You would?" She nodded. "Then that's settled. We'll do that - and I promise to behave myself... for now."
"Me too." She smiled and kissed him.
They sat snuggled up together for another hour, and then Scott took her hand and led her into the bedroom. He turned back the sheet and looked at her, fully expecting her to retain the robe to sleep in, or go put on her pajamas - but to his surprise she shrugged the robe off her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. She stood before him, naked and beautiful.
"Carla." His voice was gruff with desire. "If you don't put that thing back on this minute, I'll have the damndest job to keep my promise to behave myself.
"I can't help it," she whispered. "I just... just want to be with you... like this." She reached forward and untied the belt of his robe. His cock was ramrod straight and sprang out in greeting.
"He just won't behave himself," said Scott with a wry smile. In one swift movement he shrugged off his own robe and was as naked as she. He got into bed and pulled her in after him, enfolding her in his arms.
They lay together, skin to skin, touching, kissing, whispering, exploring each other's bodies, masturbating each other to heady orgasm. But in the end, Scott's earlier intention of not going all the way came true as Carla, after a long day and a late meal and half a bottle of champagne, closed her eyes in the blissful contentment induced by a post-orgasmic haze, and fell fast asleep.
Scott looked at her peacefully sleeping and he chuckled to himself before spooning up beside her. Then he too slept like a baby.
---oOo---
Carla opened her eyes and stretched lazily before gently escaping the confines of Scott's arm that enfolded her. Waking up next to Scott Armstrong was something special. On her way to the bathroom she turned and looked back at his sleeping form. He's such a great guy and so goddam handsome - and he's all mine! It was a wonderful thought. Once again, she found herself wondering what on earth she ever saw in Lyle, and cursed herself for not ending it sooner. If Scott hadn't
been so patiently waiting in the wings, she might easily have lost him to someone else - now that was a scary thought!
She showered and brushed her teeth and smiled at her reflection in the mirror. Her skin glowed with happiness and her eyes gleamed.
"Carla Odell," she told herself. "Today is a new day and a new start. You have a whole new life waiting for you - with Scott." Her reflection beamed back at her and she laughed out loud in delight. As she brushed her hair and applied a light make-up, she made a mental note to have a long chat with Violet and Herb after breakfast to apologise for running off and worrying them, and to let them know she was well and happy and would be staying with Scott for a while on the Armstrong ranch. She just knew the pair of them and Precious would be happy for her. They were her family and she loved them.
Scott was out of bed when Carla came out of the bathroom. "Mornin' darlin'. You look happy."
"I am happy." She trotted over and gave him a hug.
"Then I'm happy too," he said, kissing her. "What do you like for breakfast? I'll order for us then take a quick shower."
She opted for a taco stuffed with eggs, bacon, sausage and cheese. For himself, Scott ordered a cheddar omelette with crispy bacon, fried potatoes and waffles. As before, they ate in Scott's suite, enjoying the intimacy of a shared meal.
"This is delicious." Carla put down her fork and picked up her glass of fresh orange juice.
"Mine too. But you wait until you've sampled Hannah's cooking. Her blueberry breakfast pancakes are to die for. While you were in the shower I called the ranch - they are all looking forward to meeting you. Mom said it was high time I got myself a good woman."
"With your looks cowboy, I don't think you'd have difficulty in getting any woman you wanted."
"Maybe not." He shrugged then smiled fondly at her. "But I was waiting for the right one." He reached out and squeezed her hand. "That's you, lady."
"I'm a lucky girl." She squeezed his hand in return. "I'm so looking forward to meeting your family - a little nervous too. I mean - what if they don't like me?" Her face fell.
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