The Firefighter's Girl (16 page)

“Where were you?” he asked.

“I went to see Jeff.”

He opened his mouth to speak, but closed it again, took a deep breath and forced his hands to relax on the steering wheel. “And why did you do that?” he asked, unable to hide the tension from his voice.

“He had called Claire looking for me. I have something that will help,” she said, unzipping her purse and taking out a sheet of paper. “My driver’s license. He has it. He said it will prove Shannon’s lying—that she’s more involved than she is letting on. It’s at a PO box in town.”

He nodded and turned his attention to the road, pulling out when he was able and heading home. “Were you allowed to leave the house?” he asked.

“I have new evidence,” she began.

“Did you have permission to leave the house?” he asked again, his voice raised just a little.

“No, sir,” she replied.

He nodded and drove the next few minutes in silence to the house. Once he had parked the car, he turned to her. “Give me the information,” he said, holding out his hand for the slip of paper.

She handed it over and he took it, nodding.

“Now get your butt inside and get ready for your spanking,” he said, then turned his face to hers. “Naughty girls stand in the corner with their bottoms on display before they’re spanked,” he said. “I’ll expect to find you as such in the living room. Go.”

“But…”

He raised his eyebrows. “Rebecca, if this was some trick on Jeff’s part, you’re in even worse trouble than before. You just don’t get it,” he said. “This is fucking serious. You visiting the man you’re accused of having run a meth lab with—not a good idea. Or am I missing something?” he asked. His patience had run out.

She stared at him wide-eyed, then shook her head. “No, sir.”

“All you had to do was call me and I would have picked you up and we would have, together with John, gone to see him.”

She nodded.

“Go inside now and get ready for me. I’m going to call John now.”

“Yes, sir.”

With that, he watched her exit the car and walk to the front door. Once she was inside, he dialed John’s number and told him what was going on. John jotted down the information he passed along and told him he would follow up. They hung up and Sawyer picked up the bag of Chinese from the back seat, having no appetite for it now, and walked into the house, pleased to find Rebecca standing as he had told her, in the corner farthest from the door, her jeans and panties pulled down to expose her bottom, her nose touching the wall and her hands at the back of her head.

Sawyer set the bag of food down on the counter and went upstairs, returning a few moments later with the wooden bath brush in hand. Setting it on the coffee table, he called her to him.

“Come here, Rebecca,” he said, settling himself on the couch.

Rebecca turned and walked toward him, her hands still at the back of her head, her jeans and panties just above her knees. When she stopped, he widened his legs and with his hands on the outsides of her thighs, he brought her to stand between his knees.

“Tell me why you’re standing here now with your pants down about to be spanked?”

“Because I left the house when I wasn’t allowed to and I should have called you to tell you about Jeff.”

“And did you not agree to my rules to begin with? Do you remember our discussion when you first decided to come home with me during the trial?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Why didn’t you just call me first? You were last spanked days ago for a very similar reason.”

“I know, sir,” she began, sniffling a little as she began to cry softly. “I just, I thought…”

* * *

Rebecca paused and looked down at Sawyer, seeing not cruelty in his eyes but something else and decided in that moment to tell the whole truth and take her punishment.

“I knew you would not allow me to go and so I decided not to call you. I’m sorry, Sawyer.”

“Sorry about your decision or sorry you got caught?”

“Both,” then, “more the latter.”

He exhaled his disappointment. “I appreciate your honesty, Rebecca, but this is going to hurt. Over my lap.”

She moved slowly to stand to the side of him and bent into position, leaning on his thighs until she could get herself situated so that her hands were on the floor on one side of his legs and her feet on the other. He pulled her closer to him and pushed her shirt higher and she glanced at the bath brush. She had only felt his hand and his belt up until now and both hurt. She could only imagine what wood against her bottom would feel like. But at least today, he hadn’t added on the humiliation of ginger inside her bottom hole.

With one hand on her waist, he tugged her closer. “Keep your hands and your feet on the floor, is that clear?” he asked.

“Yes, sir.”

“I’m going to start with my hand, but we’re moving quickly to the brush. You won’t be sitting down comfortably for a few days and I hope this will be enough of a lesson to you.”

He didn’t give her a moment to reply before beginning with quick, hard smacks to her bottom. Each one stung, but she kept her position and took her punishment. She had known, hadn’t she, that she would be punished even while she was disobeying him?

It was too soon when he paused and his hand began to turn a circle on her upturned bottom. She watched over her shoulder when he picked up the bath brush.

“Hands and feet on the floor and your bottom pushed out, Rebecca. I want it offered to the brush with every stroke. If you try to cover yourself, I’ll bind your hands and begin again, is that clear?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Push your bottom out now. Like that.”

Rebecca sucked in a breath with the first hard smack that landed. The wood of the brush hurt more than she had thought it would, the sting hotter, the pain lasting longer than that of his hand and very different from the belt. He held her closer to him when she began to wiggle about and he continued to cover the whole of her bottom from her sit spots to the tops of her cheeks, to the sides of her hips and the very tops of her thighs. She was panting and struggling to keep her hands on the floor, her feet on the floor and her bottom pushed out for punishment.

Meanwhile he simply held her to him and without words, he spanked her, ignoring her pleas for him to slow down, that it was too hard. She counted to more than fifty and found herself crying, trying hard to take her punishment but unable to keep from pleading with him.

“Rebecca,” he paused, laying the brush onto her bottom. “Stop fidgeting and take the punishment you deserve. Hands and feet down and push your bottom out. Hollow out your back and push it out. I want your cheeks soft. Good, like that. Take your legs a little wider and turn your toes in.”

She sniffled and moved her legs slightly farther apart, turning her feet as he had said.

“Good. Keep your bottom soft. Let’s get this done before John gets here.”

“John?” she asked, her heartbeat picking up.

“John. He will come by once he’s been to the post office.”

“Sawyer, please. You can’t mean to let him see me get spanked…”

“That will be up to you. Bottom out. I won’t begin until you are in position.”

With a new panic, she pushed her bottom out and somehow kept it there, hollowing out her back and lifting her hips after every stroke of that horrible brush. Finally, after a dozen more, he stopped. She was panting and it took all she had not to reach back and rub.

Sawyer didn’t speak then, but she felt his hands on her bottom and knew he was inspecting it. When he seemed to be satisfied, he patted her hip twice. “All right, up,” he said, helping her rise. She reached back to just touch her swollen, hot bottom but he took hold of her wrists. “Don’t touch,” he said. “Back to the corner, lean your forehead against it, and stick your bottom out.”

“Yes, sir,” she said. She walked to the corner and stood a few feet from the wall. There, she leaned her forehead into it. Her bottom still stung and it felt worse than when he had used the belt.

She remained as she was while listening to Sawyer in the kitchen. She heard plates and silverware and her stomach growled when she smelled Chinese food. When his cell phone rang, she glanced back to look at him. He gestured for her to turn back around and resume her position and she did, but not before she had one last glimpse of the brush and vowed to throw it out when she got her hands on it.

“You’re kidding,” Sawyer said from behind her. It was then silent while John spoke. “All right. Yes, definitely. Do you need us there when you talk to the DA?”

DA?

Silence again while he listened and this time, she couldn’t help looking over her shoulder at him.

“Yes, ok. Give me a call as soon as you can. Thanks, John.”

He hung up then and met her eyes. She realized how hopeful she felt in that instant when his mouth moved into a small smile.

“Come here, Rebecca,” he said.

She went to him, keeping her hands where they were and shuffling along with her legs trapped as they were by her jeans. He held up his arms, palms up and she put her hands in his.

“Let me have a look,” he said.

She turned, but he kept hold of one hand as the other touched some of the spots she knew would be bruised by tomorrow. Once he was satisfied, he turned her so she looked at him and he took her face in his hands. Her eyes warmed with tears while he studied her.

“John managed to get a search warrant and they opened the PO box.” With his thumb he wiped away a tear.

“And?”

“They found your driver’s license.”

“They did?” she asked, hopeful but uncertain.

“Your photo was replaced with Shannon’s,” he said. “The DA called a meeting with John. Turns out Jeff and Andy have decided to testify as well. I don’t know more details yet, but this is good, Rebecca.”

She laughed, but it was a nervous laugh at best and her face grew wet with tears.

“He’s hoping the DA wants to—or has to—drop the charges against you.”

“Oh, my God!” For the first time since all this had begun, Rebecca felt a real smile on her face.

Sawyer hugged her to him. “He’ll call us back after his meeting and we’ll know for sure then. I want us to try not to get our hopes up because even if the idiot isn’t willing to drop the charges, their case is weakened. Shannon’s testimony won’t carry the same weight it might have.”

Rebecca nodded into his chest, sniffling at the same time. He slowly pulled her backward so she looked up at him. “Are you hungry?” he asked.

Her stomach growled loudly again, but she only shook her head and brought her mouth to his. With tears streaming down her face, she kissed him, tasting the salty wetness between them as he, with one hand behind her head, held her tight to him, slowly rising, lifting her with him and carrying her up the stairs and to his bedroom. He set her on the bed and stripped her completely while she tried to do the same to him. Once she lay naked, he looked down at her and pulled his shirt over his head. He then came to lay his full weight on top of her. Her fingers fumbled with the buttons on his pants, his ready cock pressing against her clit through the thick fabric. His mouth was on hers again and he kissed her deeply, with passion and heat but also something else, something much more than that urgency.

She pushed his pants from his hips and cupped her hand over his cock before he moved his mouth from hers to take one hardened nipple into his mouth, his teeth working it as she sighed and gasped. He took hold of both of her wrists and trapped them in one of his hands over her head and pushed her legs wider with one knee. Without ever fully lifting his body from hers, he pressed his cock deep inside her with a groan from him and a gasp from her. His mouth returned to hers and, keeping her wrists trapped in his hands, he brought his elbows to just above her shoulders and held her in place, looking down at her with just inches between them, watching her face, her eyes, with every thrust of his body into hers.

Rebecca felt the change in rhythm, sensed the thickening of his cock and the shudder that ran through him when he came inside her, her own orgasm matching his in time. She watched him, watched his face, his glistening eyes as he gave himself over to orgasm, taking her own pleasure in the act of giving pleasure, in watching him possess her, knowing he did fully do just that, possess her, all of her.

He collapsed by her side, his breath ragged when it was over and when he withdrew from her, she felt the hot liquid of him leave her body and slide along her thighs. She turned to her side to find him watching her.

* * *

Sawyer felt her little hand on his shoulder. She caressed the skin there, then wrapped a hand around the muscle before letting it come to rest between them against his belly. She looked down at it, at her hand, and then moved it up to his face, touching his lips before bringing her mouth to his in a soft kiss.

He placed a hand on her waist and held her as she was.

“I love you, Rebecca,” he said. “I feel like even those ten years where you weren’t physically in my life, in a way, you still were and there’s not anyone else I’ve ever felt this way about. You don’t have to say anything back, I’m not expecting anything. I just want you to know how I feel about you. I want you to know that no matter what happens, nothing will change that.”

Her eyes darkened with worry as a crease crept across her forehead. He smiled and kissed it.

“I think it’s going to be ok. I think what they found today will make it ok,” he said, touching her chin, making her look at him.

“I hope so. I don’t want to get my hopes up yet just in case.”

“Let’s have a shower and eat some lunch. I’ll call the firehouse and tell them I won’t be back today,” he said. “We’ll hear what John has to say and go from there.”

Chapter Eleven

By the time John arrived, it was late afternoon and Rebecca felt on the verge of a breakdown. Before he had even parked his car, she had the front door open and stood waiting for him there.