“What made your hands slippery?” I tilted my head and smiled.
“Shock.” Her face seemed to get redder.
“Really? That’s all it was?” I chuckled again.
“It was disgusting.” She clenched her jaw and it appeared that her temper was flaring.
“Disgusting? You saw what I was watching, right? Maybe I should take you back to the bedroom and do those disgusting things to you.” I narrowed my eyes at her. “I bet you’d love every second of it.”
“I’m leaving.” She pushed back from the table.
“Not quite yet.” I grabbed her wrist when she started walking towards the door. “I think you need to learn how we handle things around these parts when people leave broken glass on the ground for someone to step on.”
I pushed back from the table and pulled her down across my knee with one swift motion. She landed with a thud and I smiled when I saw the outline of her ass pressed against her jeans. I shifted my weight so that she was bent at the waist, draped across my knee perfectly. She kicked, struggled, and tried to escape my grasp, but I held her firmly in place. I lifted my hand over my head and brought it down firmly on the seat of her blue jeans. She squealed and fought back even harder, but that got her another hard smack in the center of her perfect heart-shaped ass.
“Let me go!” She started hammering my leg with her fists.
“The more you fight, the worse it will be.” I gave her a smack that was a little harder.
“What do you want from me?” She kicked her feet and squealed.
“I want the truth. Tell me exactly what you saw and how much you liked it.” I brought my hand down firmly on her ass again.
Chapter 5: Mandy
I woke up thinking about what I saw the previous night through Red’s window. Mostly, I thought about how it made me feel. Before I even left the bed, I had my fingers in my panties, pleasuring myself with the mental image of his enormous cock erupting with bliss. I had dated a few guys, but it never went further than a make out session with light groping. The light groping was entirely on their end. There was something about watching such a dirty act in person that made it way more intense than seeing it in a porn video—not that I made a habit of watching that sort of thing. Sex wasn’t something I thought about often. I felt like I got enough of it vicariously through Hannah to have a pretty good idea what it was like without experiencing it firsthand.
God, I need to get off this mountain and get back home where this kind of stuff doesn’t happen to me.
I didn’t know why I asked Red for breakfast. My excuse was lame. He was so hot that I just wanted to be near him, even if we weren’t going to share anything more than a meal. I had powered through an entire day of school without coffee and I didn’t really even like it. It was normally nothing more than a late afternoon pick-me-up with enough sugar to clog my veins. I knew without a shadow of a doubt that he was well aware it was me that dropped the broken wine glass he stepped on. I also knew that he had to know what I saw. As I sat there listening to him talk about it and dance around his words, I felt my temper beginning to take hold. I lost it enough as a child to figure out when a flare up was coming.
If he’s just going to play games, then I guess I’ll have to be man enough to hit it head on with a hammer.
I didn’t expect what happened next. I was fully prepared to walk out of his cabin and never think about him or his awful resort ever again when I stood up from the table. A few seconds later, one of his big powerful hands was dragging me across his knee and the other was making my ass sting. It was shock, more than anything else, that kept me from screaming. He was an animal—and so incredibly hot. I had never been spanked before, but when I felt myself unable to break from his grasp, my pussy started getting wet again the way it did the night before—the way it did earlier that morning when I thought about what I saw when he was in his bed alone.
“Well? Are you going to speak up or do I have to keep spanking you?” His hand came down several times on my jeans.
“I saw it all!” I punched his massive legs with my fists, which didn’t seem to even dent his muscles.
“And you liked it, didn’t you?” Several more smacks followed his words.
“Fine, yes—I liked it!” I gritted my teeth and felt the sting getting worse.
“That’s what I thought.” He slapped my ass a little harder. “You left that broken wine glass out there after you knew I heard it break—didn’t you?”
“Ouch! I didn’t know you would come outside and step on it!” I kicked my feet when I felt his hand again.
“That wasn’t what I asked.” He gave me several smacks that were even harder.
“Ow! Yes, I figured you heard it when I looked up and saw you were gone.” I fought, even though it was clearly a losing fight, against his grasp.
“That’s what I thought. Unbutton your jeans.” His hand stopped moving and instead just rested on my ass.
“What in the world for?” I looked over my shoulder at him.
“Maybe I just want to see what color your panties are.” He raised his hand and brought it down hard. “Before they come down and you get the spanking you deserve.”
“No! Absolutely not! You’re doing just fine with them firmly around my waist!” I glared at him and clenched my jaw.