Discipline Down Under (12 page)

Gruffly, he stalked back to his rock and sat down to make sure the switches were smooth and groomed. He didn’t want to break Peggy’s skin, though he intended to do the job properly. She stood there, holding her rumpled shirt up to cover her front.

Tripp got one of the sleeping mats from the tent and placed it over a fallen log on the other side of the campfire. “Come over here and kneel on the mat, yer body spread over the side of the log.”

She looked terribly unhappy. “Why do we have to do this? I don’t want to be spanked, but I
really
don’t want to be switched. Please, Tripp.”

Tripp clenched his jaws tightly. It had to be done, but damned if this was going to be easy. “Do as I said. And drop that shirt. I’ve seen ya naked before, Peggy. Ya aren’t hiding anything I haven’t already… memorized.”

Sighing, she let the shirt sink down her body until it hit the ground at her feet. Naked as could be, Peggy moved over the log and sprawled out on the mat that covered it, folding herself over the log’s side. Her behind stuck out and was at exactly the right height for his downward swing.

Moving to stand next to her, Tripp swished the bundle of switches through the air, hoping their whipping sound would make Peggy think about what she’d done wrong and what she’d now have to pay the price over. “If ya need to scream, go ahead.”

“S-scream? Tripp, please don’t—ow!”

Three light pink lines formed on her arse, but were fading quickly. Tripp applied the switch again several more times, but she made no further sound. Instead, Peggy cringed and flinched at every stroke.

“I want ya to remember this, Peggy-girl. If I ever catch ya doing such a
nong
thing again, I’ll do this twice as hard and twice as long.”

She hung her head, pressing her forehead on the mat-covered log. “I’m sorry,” she said.

“You’ll be sorrier.”

He continued her punishment, pausing when she started crying out with every new stroke. He was finally getting the point across. Her butt got redder and redder, little raised marks appearing at the lines the switches formed.

“Please!” she cried. Tripp could hear a sob of desperation in her voice. “I won’t do it again! I won’t!”

“Are ya invincible?”

“No! I’m not. I’m not. Oh, please stop!”

“Does this hurt? Can ya imagine how much more ya could have gotten hurt?”

“Yes, it hurts! Yes, it would have been much worse. I know. I really know.”

“Are ya gonna continue to behave like nothing can harm ya?”

“No. I promise. I—oh, ow, ow, ow!” Now a true sob broke through and she began to cry in earnest. He couldn’t understand what she was trying to say through her tears, but he’d had enough of her pleading. It was tearing his guts up, making him feel like an ogre. If it hadn’t been so important for her to learn, if her father hadn’t made it clear that whatever Tripp’s methods were, so long as they were effective they were okay, if he didn’t care so much, this punishment would never have happened. But he loved her, as stupid as that was, and he needed to impress some common sense upon her before he let her go. He couldn’t be with her to protect her; she’d have to learn to protect herself.

He was done, though. Done, done, done. Tripp threw the switches aside and sat down on the log, helping his sobbing girl lean her head on his knees. He was afraid to pull her into his arms and set off a new firestorm where her butt met his jeans.

“I-I-I’m sorry,” she moaned. “I’m so, so sorry.”

Tripp stroked her hair, and tenderly pushed it off her damp cheeks. “I know. Please don’t make me do that again, Peggy.”

Her answer was to sob louder. After a minute, he couldn’t take anymore and lifted her up onto his lap, pulling her close to him, holding her gently. Her bottom was hot against his thighs, her body warm from crying. She snuggled into his shoulder and her tears began to dry.

“Shhh,” he said softly. “No more lessons today, luv. Only healing, all right?”

She nodded.

Tripp stroked her back, his hand trailing down the gentle bumps of her spine and then resting on her rump. It was hot and perfectly shaped to fit his hand. In spite of her tears, Tripp felt himself grow hard beneath her bum. He felt like a cad. How could any good man be turned on by her humbled position? But she was so submissive and sweet in his arms. And she’d made it clear that she was interested in him that way. Under these circumstances, in so many ways, it wouldn’t be smart. They could both get hurt.

“Tripp? Do you want me?” Apparently, Peggy felt much the same, but with fewer reservations.

“Ya know I do. God help me, I bloody well do.” The longer he sat there with her on his lap, the harder his erection got. The baser part of him wanted to spread out the sleeping mat and take her.

“Peggy, if we do this, there’s no going back.”

“I don’t care. I want it.”

“We can’t be together, Peggy. Ya have yer home and I have mine.”

“Stop talking. We’ll deal with all of that later.”

Tripp agreed by helping her off his lap, and flattening the mat on the tufty grass. Peggy moved up to her knees and watched with warm brown eyes, as Tripp pulled his jeans down and removed his socks. His cock was throbbing with need, and emotionally, he needed to know she wanted him, too, despite everything and every obstacle.

When he was done, she made a small noise and they locked eyes. The intensity of her gaze mesmerized him as she slid her hand down his torso and reached his erection. “No,” he said. “Don’t touch. This will be over too soon, if ya do.”

Tripp’s heart skipped a beat when she pouted. “Meanie.”

Instead of answering verbally, Tripp positioned them on the ground, until she was on her back and he was holding himself up over her. He rubbed his cock over her smooth, flat belly, and down along the seam of her thigh. Holding there at the seat of her tender femininity, he bent and kissed her. It was a long kiss, with tongues twining and their breaths co-mingling. Peggy reached up and grabbed his hair, her tugs telling him that she felt the urgency, too. Moving to his knees, Tripp let his mouth trail down her chin and slender throat, lower to her peaked nipples. He suckled at one and then the other, enjoying the bumpy tightness of her areolas and the pointed firmness of her nipples. She moaned beneath him and arched, moving her legs until she was hugging his pelvis with her knees, open to him.

Tripp stopped his nipple teasing and touched her folds, exploring gently, reveling in her moans and the insisting thrusts of her hips toward his hand. His fingers slid into her wet channel, but only two. She was tight, but Tripp knew she’d open for him like a flower. Peggy’s clit was small, responding eagerly when he thumbed it gently.

“Please!” she cried. “Don’t tease me anymore. I want you so bad!”

“I’m not teasing, luv. I’m savoring ya.”

“Either fuck me or savor me harder. I’m so close to coming, I can almost feel it.”

“Demanding, aren’t you, sheila? Roll over on yer hands and knees.”

“Oh, damn you! You’re making me crazy!”

He moved away slightly and helped her roll over and come up. “That’s better.” Once again, he played with her pussy until she was moaning, and dripping wet. When he thought she might begin to orgasm, he swatted her twice on the thigh, a place where the switches hadn’t touched. Her moan said a lot about her. Tripp had known that there were some aspects of the spankings that Peggy liked, but this was a kind of test to see exactly how much and under what circumstances. He swatted her again a few times.

It was no real surprise that when he slid his fingers into her wet sheath, her body trembled and she called out his name, pressing back, forcing his fingers deeper. He touched her while she orgasmed, enjoying the feeling of her channel squeezing his fingers and rippling with his movements inside her.

“Oh, God,” she said, breathlessly, her orgasm dissipating.

“Now my turn,” he said. “Are you on the pill?”

“Yes! I’m safe. My one boyfriend had no diseases. I’m clean. I promise. Are you going to fuck me? Please, please fuck me.”

Knowing that they wouldn’t have any surprise consequences was all the permission he needed. Tripp fitted his cock to her opening and slowly entered her. She trembled and sighed, trying to press back to force him deeper, faster, but he held her hips and went as slowly as he could stand. Finally, he was seated deeply.

It took him but a few seconds to find a rhythm. She was nearly thrashing beneath him, but he held her hips and went on fucking her, feeling her slipperiness coating him, the walls of her channel kneading him.

It was over too soon, even though Tripp tried to make it last a long time. But when he pressed his thumb ever-so-gently to her puckered asshole, she came with a cry that must have scared all the bilbies into their hidey holes. At that signal, Tripp allowed himself to release. A few more thrusts and his balls had emptied.

They breathed harshly for a time, but eventually, Tripp withdrew and they found their way to spooning on the narrow mat, in the little clearing near the fire.

“Don’t scare me like that again, Peggy,” he murmured against her ear.

“Scare you?”

“Don’t hie off into the wilderness with strangers again. I was scared shitless for ya.”

“You were? Really?”

“Of course. I care what happens to ya.”

“I care what happens to you, too, Tripp.” Peggy’s voice was soft, sleepy. Tripp wasn’t sure she’d even known what she said.

It didn’t matter. They were together now, and for her time in Australia, he’d find a way to spend his time with her.

* * *

A short time later, Peg enjoyed a much less harrowing trip upriver in Tripp’s boat. His friend, Gary, was miffed at Tripp until Tripp explained how close a call it had been. Then he conceded that Tripp’s instincts had been good and the
borrowing
of the boat was justified. He motored them back to Katherine.

This time, Tripp joined Peg in her hotel room.

“Are we going to do this like the last time? So long and sayonara?”

Tripp grinned. “I hope not.”

“What do we do?”

“I’m thinking we take another trip together, but this time, I’d like to show ya a cattle station. You’d probably call it a ranch.”

“That’s where your family lives, right?”

He nodded. “Yeah. Maybe ya’d like to meet them. See how an outback family lives here in Oz.”

Peg was delighted; she could hardly wait to text her friends about it. She’d get to meet his family. Surely that was like a kind of sort of commitment. A little. “Yes! I’d love it. When do we go?”

“I need to make arrangements with Victor, but we should be able to go tomorrow afternoon.” He looked very happy at that moment, and Peg wanted to kiss him, so she did. Tripp kissed her back deeply. And, if Peg had had her way, they’d have fallen onto the hotel bed and done it all over again. But Tripp had other ideas.

“We both need a shower, and I need to get back to my place and secure a few things before I take ya out of town.”

Disappointed, Peg didn’t even try to stop her pout. Maybe he was too old to do it more than once a day. How old did a guy have to be for that? Tripp was twenty-six. That hardly seemed old, though it was true that he was ages more serious and experienced than she was. Still, she wanted to make love with him again.

Putting on her best seductress voice, Peg took a step toward him and brushed her hands across his t-shirted chest. “Please? I’ll make sure you don’t regret it.”

He laughed. “I’ll just bet that’s true. But not now. If I don’t take care of things today, we won’t be able to leave tomorrow as we wanted.”

“Hmph. Okay. Have it your way.”

Tripp tilted her chin up and gave her a peck on the lips. “That’s how it needs to be between us, Peggy. Ya have to trust me to make the decisions that are hard and that matter. I’m not the kind of guy ya wrap around yer little finger.”

Oh, boy was that true. “I know. It’s just that…”

This time, he kissed her forehead. “I know. We’ve started something and yer a greedy little girl.”

Laughter bubbled up from deep in Peg’s belly. “I am not greedy,” she teased. “I am… used to getting what I want. Doesn’t everyone want that?”

“Yeah,” he said, tapping her lightly on the nose. “We all want that. I ought to warn ya, though, my family is a family of workers. We run a cattle station, which means the work is hard, dirty, and tied to the animals. This is nothing like yer life in America, or even the way yer father lives in Perth.”

“Okay. I’m warned. I’ll wear my hiking boots and watch out for cow pies.”

That got a hearty laugh out of him. “I can’t wait to see how ya react.”

“Is this a test?”

“Maybe. I don’t know what comes next. We’ll just take one day at a time, okay, luv?”

“Okay.”

“It’ll take us about two days driving to get there. Mind if we use yer Land Rover?”

“I’ve seen your vehicle. I
insist
we use my Rover.”

“Apples. Now, I’m off. Pack up everything but yer party dresses. You won’t be needing them.”

With that and a kiss goodbye, he left Peg to figure out what to take to a trip to a cattle station—whatever that was. Fortunately, she hadn’t brought any party dresses. She’d pack it all up and sort it out later.

* * *

The drive was hot and dusty, but Peg’s Rover was up to it. They stopped briefly in petrol stations where they could, and stopped to camp out about ten hours down the Stuart Highway, near the Barkley Highway. It was a desert landscape, with scrub and low, hardy trees. But that didn’t matter to Peg nearly so much as being with Tripp.

That night, they drove off-road for a short distance from the highway and set up a tent and a carefully tended fire. Peg was starved, but not so much for food as for Tripp.

“Do we have to eat? Can’t we just… you know… crawl into the tent?”

Tripp laughed. “Insatiable, ya are. One night of
rooting
and ya can’t wait for more.”

“Two nights. Remember we… um… were together before.”

Tending the fire, he nodded. “I remember.”