The Weston Front (7 page)

I turned to step onto the porch when he continued.

“And remember what I said about reprimanding you?”

I heard him step onto the wooden slats of the deck and stop right behind me.  Yes, of course I remembered.  I peered up at him.  “So…this is the punishment part?”

“This is the punishment part,” he nodded, fighting a grin.

“Stop that,” I pouted.

“Stop what?”

“Smiling at me when you know I’m…scared.”

He drew in a long breath and exhaled, resting a hand on my shoulder and saying, “I’m sorry, Blake.  I just can’t help it.  Every face you make at me is adorable.  And your eyes just murder me.  And the more serious I try to be the cuter you get.  It’s…disarming.”

Cute?  He thought I was cute?  Should I try and milk this to get out of the long, impending lecture I knew I was getting once we were inside?  Hell yes.

“Come on, you little Sweetheart,” he said, turning me around to face the door.  “Let us in and don’t fight me and I promise I’ll go easy on you.”

Easy on me
?
  I furrowed my brow as I looked up at him over my shoulder, asking, “What does that mean exactly?”

He drew a hand down his face, looking frustrated, guilty, and determined.  “Once we get inside I’m going to have to spank you, Sweetheart.”

I leaned so far back into the front door that I was sure I could become one with it.  Shaking my head, I kept my eyes down on my dirty boots.  I couldn’t look at him after he’d said something like that!  And I certainly didn’t want him to see the flush on my cheeks after hearing him say that to me.  Jesus, now my body was tingling and surging with adrenaline at the same time.

“I can see by your reaction that it’s been a while since you’ve been over someone’s knee,” he calmly said.  The jerk.

My head turned up and I suddenly didn’t care if he saw me blushing.  The man actually looked amused.

“
A
whil
e
?” I asked, narrowing my eyes.  “Try never!”

“Okay,” he huffed, holding up his hands in a peace offering.  “Then you should know something.  There’s going to be an easy way to do this and a hard way to do this.  Please choose the easy way and let me in.”

My mouth fell open at his obvious indifference to my embarrassment and fear.  “If you think I’m going to open the door just so you can take me in there and hit me then you’re seriously delusional!” I said, voice cracking every other word and giving away my panic.

He actually smiled kindly down at me and put his hands on his hips.  “Sweetheart, I know all the codes to these doors so either you’re going to let me in and we’ll get this over with o
rI
will let us in and make sure your spanking is harder, longer, and more humiliating.”

I couldn’t say anything after that.  It wasn’t much of a choice, really.  I turned to place my thumb on the touch panel on the door, and then threw one last pitiful look at him over my shoulder.

“You…you want to hurt me and humiliate me?” I asked.  This did not sound like the man who’d spent the last few days going out of his way to make sure I was safe as he watched over me.

“No,” he replied, shaking his head and gesturing at the door like he was getting tired of waiting.  He looked around as if searching for his resolve, and I realized that there was a small possibility of getting out of this mess.

“I think I’d like to just go home,” I quietly said, going for sugary, sugary sweet.

“Too late for that, little Sweetheart,” he said, leaning over to speak in my ear with a slight grin as his hand wrapped around mine and pressed it into the panel.  The door unlocked and he pushed it open, giving me a little nudge.  I stepped inside and watched him close the door with trepidation.  Was he really going to do this?

He didn’t give me much time for contemplation, on purpose I think, because he grabbed my wrist and pulled me behind him into my room.  He sat on the edge of my bed and looked me in the eye.  I was very aware of his hands encircling my wrists…like smoldering cowboy handcuffs.

“We’re going to have the conversation part right now.  Don’t worry.  I’ll let you know when I’m going to start spanking you.”

What?  He sounded like he was telling me his grocery list or something.  So calm.  I gasped as he pulled my wrist behind him and my thighs pressed against his.  I pulled back a little but basically lost that power struggle as he gave one mighty tug and I fell on his hard legs.  I felt him wrap one hand at my waist, tucking my body closer to his, so I clawed at the tan comforter and kicked my boots behind me to try and wiggle away. 

He was serious, wasn’t he!  Holy shit, this was the most humiliating thing that had ever happened to me in my entire life.

“Calm down,” he began in a soothing voice. 

He placed a hand on my ass and I immediately froze.  Oh.  My.  God.

“We’re going to have our conversation like this because I want your full, undivided attention, Blake,” he continued, still holding my ass in his large hand.  His very large hand.

“Jesus,” I whimpered, looking over at the door to my bathroom and just wishing I had the strength to push off of him and run in there.  His hand suddenly began patting my ass.

“You know you deserve this spanking, don’t you?” he asked in a firm voice.

“No,” I replied, face smashed into my comforter.

“Blake, you’re lying across my lap with my hand on your ass.  Do you really want to lie to me right now?”

My face was so hot that I think my ears were sweating.  This wasn’t fair but I knew the answer he wanted.  So I lifted my head and nodded, whispering, “Y-yes…I deserve it.  I’m so sorry…”

“I know,” he said warmly, patting my ass again. “That’s why we aren’t sending you home.  I’m going to spank you twenty times for shooting me with a BB gun.  I think that’s awfully fair.  Don’t you?”

Twenty times?  That sounded like a lot.  His hand squeezed me again so I quickly nodded.  “Yes,” I squeaked.

“Are you ever going to do that again?”

“No, I promise…”

“And are you ever going to lose your temper and do something equally as stupid again?” he asked very sternly.

A familiar sensation coursed through me as I lay there.  I was sprawled over his legs, my arms out in front of me grabbing for as much comforter as I could hold, and his hands were on my ass and around my waist, touching my skin where my t-shirt had pulled up a little.  Was it…oh no.  Oh no!  I couldn’t believe it.  I thought that tightening in my stomach meant I was scared or guilty or something but that wasn’t it.  That wasn’t it at all.

I was aroused.

“Blake?”

So shameful.

“Blake…”

Shit, what was the question?  “Um…I’ll be good, I promise.”

“Answer the question,” he ordered, patting me again.

“Uh…what was it again?”

He actually chuckled as he replied, “You’re about to get your cute little ass smacked by a man twice your size so I know you’re a little scared, and if your face matches the back of your ears then I know you’re pretty embarrassed, too.  So how is it you aren’t paying attention?”

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, fisting the covers.

He sighed and rubbed my ass very tenderly.

“You’re taking this very well so far, Blake.  You’re a good girl.  A very sweet girl.  But you behaved like a bad little girl earlier, didn’t you?”

“Yes,” I replied, face smashed down again out of pure humiliation.  No sense in fighting now.

“And you won’t behave like a bad little girl for the rest of your vacation, will you?”

“No.”
 
Some vacation this was turning out to be.

“Good,” he answered, pulling his hand on my waist up so he could pull me forward a little. “I know you’re not ready but I’m going to begin.”

“Wait…”

Smack!

I sucked in my breath and held it as the sharp, stinging pain registered in my poor, overloaded brain.  Arousal gone.  This just hurt.

Smack!

My head burrowed into the covers as I bit my lip and tried not to cry out.  That was difficult.  His hand came down again and again, on both sides of my, let’s just say it, round ass stuffed into my tight True Religion jeans.  Christ, and he was just staring at it.  And abusing it.  I whimpered as he brought his hand down before the stinging had time to subside.  I hated it.  I think I hated him.

Smack!  Smack!

I whimpered again as my teeth dug into my bottom lip, but I didn’t start crying.  I mean, I was pretty close.  There were tears in my eyes but I didn’t allow any to escape.  For some reason I just didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of making me cry.  More loud smacks.

“I kept warning you that you would be reprimanded and now you know what that entails,” he said, rubbing out the sting on my throbbing ass.  “But, this is over and everything is behind us now.  We don’t need to bring it up again, okay?”

I breathed heavily into the covers, my knuckles turning white from my tight grip.  I tasted blood in my mouth.  I was afraid to speak because I thought he’d hear a crack in my voice and think I was crying.  Tough, I needed to be tough for once in my life.  I blinked back a few tears as I tried desperately to compose myself.

He continued rubbing me.  His voice was so tender, the opposite of the way his hand was just treating me.

“Blake?  It’s all over now, okay?”

His hand released my waist and I took the opportunity to leap up to my feet and dash into the bathroom.  I slammed the door behind me, locking it with the metal knob.  No code for that, Weston Hamilton.  The tears now streamed down my cheeks as I backed away from the door and his knocking and yelling.  He sounded mad again.  I searched for a place to hide.  The walk in shower had a glass panel and towels hanging over a rack, half hidden by the toilet next to it.  I ran into the open grotto style shower and crouched into the corner, hiding my face in my knees.  I was surprised that my ass wasn’t stinging anymore, it was just really hot.

Okay, so that wasn’t so bad.  I’d survived.  I began to calm down and my breath was less shaky.  The banging on the door stopped.  Okay, good, he’d given up.  Just think about something else.  Hmm, my boots had cracks and stains and maybe Caroline had been right in suggesting I get a new pair for our trip to the ritzy dude ranch.

“Christ, Blake!”

I jumped at the sound of his voice and the feel of his hands wrapping around my arms.  He easily pulled me out of the shower and as he sat back on the toilet seat I saw the door to the room with the garden tub that separated my bathroom and Caroline’s was open.  Damn it!

I struggled as he held me to his chest, stroking my hair and back, speaking softly to me.  I wasn’t about to let him comfort me after he’d been the one who’d hurt me.  But…his hand felt so good running up and down my back.  He was saying such kind things about how sweet and brave and clever I was.  His lap was so comfortable.  He smelled so good.

Shit, thi
s
wa
s
comforting.  I hiccupped as I tried to catch my breath and he cupped my face in his hands and made me turn my head up.  He suddenly frowned and cursed as he quickly turned and grabbed a white rag off the counter by the sink, running it under the water and then pressing it against my bottom lip.

“You’re bleeding,” he grimaced, looking at the rag and then pressing it back against my mouth.  He thumbed away the tears on my cheeks as he shook his head.  “Were you biting your lip so you wouldn’t cry?”

“I don’t know,” I mumbled underneath the rag, cheeks pink as I sat in his lap while he stared at me.  At least he was looking at my face this time and not my ass.

“You didn’t cry so I didn’t think I was spanking you too hard…”

“Well you did!” I cried, turning my head from him, keeping a wary eye on him, though.  What an idiot!

He sighed and rubbed his whiskers.  “Alright.  I’m sorry.  It was supposed to hurt, though.  Does it still?”

I paused for a moment too long so I knew I couldn’t lie.  “Not really.”

“Good.  Now it’s really behind us,” he said, holding me close to him on his lap.  God he smelled good…was that his soap?  He was so warm and hard but still held me softly like I was a treasure.  Danger.  Danger!

“And now you can leave,” I announced with little authority, trying to stand up.

He held me tightly, though, saying, “I’m not leaving you.  You’re upset.”

“
Yo
u
are the reason I’m upset!” I said loudly, trying to stand up again.

“Blake,” he said in a throaty, quiet voice.  He had my back pasted to his chest, his mouth right on my ear.  My legs were awkwardly splayed over his, dangling above the tile floor. “Blake…I…I know you deserved that but I can’t get…you’re so beautiful, and I know you don’t think that, but that’s part of what makes you so adorable and sweet and perfect.  And I can’t get that image of your hot ass over my lap out of my head…”

“West!” I squealed, goose bumps springing up all over my body, as my cheeks felt warm again.  I knew I should have been more offended than I felt…when all I really felt was satisfaction.  Desire.

“And you feel nothing for me right now?” he asked, his hot, moist breath in my ear making me shiver.

Again, I waited too long to say anything but the truth.  Looking down at his arms wrapped around my waist, I took a shaky breath and tried to be honest.  “I’m a little…conflicted at the moment.”

He exhaled and I actually felt his entire body relax underneath mine.  “So I turn you on like you do to me?” he asked, kissing me underneath my ear.

I licked my lips and tried to remain calm.  Where in the hell was this going?  I was conflicted and confused.  I’d said as much. 

“But you think that a man who spanks you shouldn’t make you feel what you’re feeling.”

“Well, doctor, it seems you have some experience with this,” I spat, a little hurt that he’d hit the nail right on the head.  I took it to mean that he’d done this to girls like me before.

“If you’re thinking I do this all of the time then you’d be unequivocally wrong,” he stated, kissing a spot further down on my neck. “I don’t really spend a lot of time with women.  I don’t…care enough about any of them to reprimand them.  I don’t…I don’
t
date
,
really.”

“You just screw around?” I smirked, thinking that I sure knew how to pick ’em.