“I’ll make a deal with you, and you should cherish this deal, because I don’t normally negotiate with people that have nothing to bargain with.” He let his hand rest on my ass again. “Unbutton your jeans, and I’ll pull them down, along with your panties. If your panties are dry, I’ll know you’re not into this and you can leave.”
“What’s the other side of this deal?” I continued glaring at him.
“If they’re wet—well then.” He smirked. “I’ll spank you until your ass is as red as your hair.”
“What!? No!” I started struggling again.
“They must be wet then.” He chuckled and gave me another smack. “Why don’t you pull them down and show me how badly you want me to take you in the other room and do dirty, filthy things to your gorgeous body.”
Did he just call me
gorgeous—now of all times!?
“Let me go!” I yanked against his grip.
“I can do this all day.” He brought his hand down with a scorching smack. “Until those panties come down and you get the spanking we both know you deserve.”
He didn’t release his grip. Part of me was glad he didn’t. I was wrestling with something inside that I hadn’t felt before in my entire life. The situation was like one Hannah would end up in, not me. I could easily picture her reciting the tale of her taking a walk and stumbling across some hot guy masturbating. The only difference was that it probably wouldn’t end with her running away as fast as possible. Red was nothing more than an insufferable caveman, even if he did have a muscled, drop-dead-amazing, body—one that I was pressed against while he continued to spank me as if it wasn’t causing me any discomfort at all.
“Okay!” I squealed and nodded my head. “I’ll unbutton my jeans—but you don’t have to check my panties. You already know what state they’re in.”
I leaned up and pushed the button through the hole. I thought he might release the grip and give me one shot at escape before he pulled my jeans down, but that wasn’t the case. He grabbed the back of them and forced the zipper to come apart on its own as he brought them down around my knees. A second later, my panties were there as well. I looked over my shoulder and saw that my ass was pink—with darker hues around the middle. Right as he raised his hand and I prepared for the worst, I heard a car door slam.
“It looks like Charlie is here.” He lowered his hand. “He literally just saved your ass—for a little bit.”
Praise Charlie—whoever the hell Charlie is.
“You wait right here and I’ll go let him know he has the day off.” Red released his grip and lifted my back to my toes before standing up. “You and I need to get know each other better.”
I tried to rub the sting out of my ass the second he closed the cabin door and walked outside. It was my opportunity to run. Whoever Charlie was, I doubted he would just ignore someone running across the resort and trying to escape. There was no way Red would be able to explain that one. Even as I considered that option, I found that my feet didn’t want to move. My mind flashed back to Red on his bed, his lust erupting from his cock, and I couldn’t get it out of my head. If I didn’t run, Red was going to spank me when he got back. If his big, calloused hands felt like fire on my jeans, I couldn’t imagine what they do when they punished my unprotected flesh.
This doesn’t have to be a Hannah story. You don’t even have to tell Hannah—you don’t have to tell anyone what happens on this trip.
My pussy was burning up with desire. Without my panties around my waist to stop my wetness from spreading, I could feel it on my labia, trying to drip down to my inner thighs. I walked to the window and watched Red talk with the guy he called Charlie. Charlie appeared to be a lot older than Red and had a big white beard covering his face. He kind of looked like Santa Claus—Santa Claus in dirty overalls and driving a pick-up truck shaped sleigh. The redneck mountain version of Saint Nicholas shook Red’s hand and then climbed back into his truck. With a dash away, dash away roar of his engine, he put the truck in reverse, turned it around, and disappeared down the mountain. My chance to run was gone, because Red was already walking back my way. My internal struggle might have been strong, but my ass was never going to forgive me.
Chapter 6: Red
Damn it, just when I was getting to the good part.
I had the most beautiful ass I had ever seen bared and over my lap for punishment. It was smooth, curved, and already pink from the spanking she gotten. It would look a lot better with a bright crimson hue. It wouldn’t match her hair, but it would have the same saturation. I could see her pussy peeking out, in all its undeniably wet glory, when I pulled her panties down. It was begging to be touched, licked, and then fucked. Of course, that would be the moment Charlie decided to pull up at the resort to start helping me. I had hoped he was on a bender when he didn’t show up on time.
I’m going to have to take a break from work today. I haven’t been with a woman since I moved back home and I’m not going to let this one slip through my fingers.
“Hey Red!” Charlie greeted me when I approached.
“Hey, man. I need to get your number. I actually decided to take a break from the resort today. I’ll pay you, but you don’t have to do anything. Come back tomorrow and we’ll get started early.” I walked up to his truck and leaned against it. “Are you good with that?”
“Yeah, but you probably shouldn’t go anywhere if that is your plan for today.” He leaned over and spat at the ground. “I’m late because Sheriff Thompson pulled me over before I made it out of town. I thought I was getting a ticket, but he said he just wanted to let you know he needed to come talk with you about permits this afternoon.”
“Permits?” I raised my eyebrows and tilted my head. “What kind of permits?”
“I don’t know. I guess he’ll be up this way at some point to explain. It didn’t sound like a major concern for him, he just knew I was working here and wanted to make sure you knew he was coming.” Charlie removed a flask from his overalls and took a swig. “But yeah, I guess if I got the day off, I can start drinking early!”
I’m pretty sure you do that every day.
“Be careful going down this mountain.” It was a meaningless warning because he was usually sloshed by the time he drove home every day.
“I’ll be good.” He chuckled and nodded his head. “Anyway, I’ll see you tomorrow, I guess.”