My Little Farm Girl

She licked my face, sucking her own juices off my face. When we exited the room and headed back towards the exhibit, I heard someone call out to me. Turning, I saw someone that looked vaguely but couldn’t place her.

She was a young, twenty-something blonde, who was walking towards us with a predatory smile on her face. She stopped in front of us and in the manner of cold bitches everywhere, as though my woman wasn’t standing right there, ran her finger down my chest.

I looked down at the offensive digit before grabbing it and pushing it away. “I’m sorry do I know you?” She barely spared a glance for Gabriella, who I could feel tensing up beside me. I squeezed her hand to let her know that she was safe. That she had nothing to fear from this female or any other for that matter.

“Oh come on, don’t tell me you’ve forgotten already.” She gave Kitten one of those cat that ate the canary looks, before she leaned in close to whisper in my ear. Kitten tried to pull out of my hand I could swear I heard her sob. That pissed me the fuck off.

I pulled back, putting space between us and losing my cool real fucking quick. I might spend my days in the boardroom these days but I’ve spent most of my adult life in the Pit and there was no way that I was soft enough not to know what she was up to. No fucking way this was happening.

“First of all, I don’t remember you, so that says a lot about the impression you made first time around. Second, you’re being real fucking disrespectful to my woman right now and that’s a no-no. Back the fuck off.”

I guess she wasn’t quite expecting that because her eyes widened and she clutched her throat like I was choking her.

“Now, what is it that you want? Did I fuck you somewhere sometime in my past? Sorry if I’m coming off as a dick, but you brought it on yourself. Now back to the question. If I fucked you in a past life, then obviously you weren’t what I was looking for.”

I lifted Kitten and my joined hands and swung them in front of her. “Found it, good day.” I walked away without a backward glance. Any woman who did that shit to another female didn’t deserve my respect.

Kitten was quiet and reserved as we walked along. “I want to go home please.” Her voice was sad with a touch of defiance. I sighed long and hard. Out first disagreement. “No.”

She tugged at her hand and I had to find a wall to back her into. Caging her in, I lowered my face to hers. “You do not want to do this, do you hear me Kitten? I handled it, end of story. Don’t you ever fucking pull away from me again.”

I pulled her away from the wall and headed for the exit. The mood was gone now so there wasn’t any use hanging around. I took her to lunch where she sat and sulked over her salad with a long face.

“Kitten, you’re getting really close to feeling my hand when we get home. I didn’t do anything wrong and I refuse to sit her and be subjected to your silent treatment bullshit like a fucking kid.”

“Did you sleep with her?”

“I don’t fucking know. She doesn’t ring any bells okay. I fucked a lot of women in my life. None of them are sitting here with me right now you are. I can’t go back and unfuck them, so there’s no point in you getting pissed all it’s going to do is piss me the fuck off.”

“How do I know that you didn’t do the same things with them that you’re doing with me? How do I know that this isn’t all just some game? Maybe you and aunt Marion decided to play with the little country hick.” My girl had a temper, who knew? She was pissed I was more pissed.

Now it was my turn to become silent. I reined myself in and took deep breaths. We were in a public place, so I couldn’t very well throttle her ass for being stupid.

“Let’s go you’re done.” I stood from the table and dropped some bills. She had no idea of the danger she was in; my voice had been deceptively calm. I had noticed something in the last few days since her awakening shall we say.

She was becoming more forceful the more I taught her to be confident in herself. I had no idea of some of the thoughts in her head and what she wished she’d done differently had she had a backbone as she tells me she was lacking during her teen years.

It was all good and well for her to grow in confidence, or rather to let that strength that had been hidden in there for so long shine forth. But it was quite another to try that shit with me.

It appeared I was going to have to teach her a real lesson about the dynamics of our relationship. As pissed as I was, I didn’t want to equate spanking with punishment.

I was more looking forward to spanking her ass red before fucking her from pillar to post, though I do know there will be times when I will use it as a punishing tool.