Off of the Beaten Path

Chapter One-2

“So what are gonna do, gloat?”

“You just don’t know when to let up, do you,” he said. “I try to be nice, but I really think you want me to be an ass. Well, I can be that too.”

“You already are, you don’t have to try,” she blurted out angrily. Her ankle hurt, she felt humiliated and to make matters worse, she was with a man that she’d been trying to hate for months, with little success at all. Each time she’d delivered him supplies, she’d left as soon as she possibly could. One night in Caracas was too much for a liberal, independent, assertive woman. She would NOT fall into that trap again, even though she was afraid that she was already entangled without her knowing it.

“You know Ash, I don’t have any patience left,” Jess said. He was just seconds away from taking the woman over his lap and paddling her bottom, and he likely would have, except that he didn’t want to aggravate her wound. But one more snappy retort and…

“Do you think I really care?” Ashley blared back.

That was it! Hurt leg or not, he wouldn’t spend the entire night listening to her cheap shots and sassy tongue.

Lifting her from the chair, Ashley initially thought he was going to carry her to the overstuffed chair, but instead, he sat down in it himself and brought the blonde woman face down over his lap. His hand came down on her muddy buttocks with a good dozen swift whacks.

“You stop this now!” she roared.

“You’d better not be moving, b***h,” he roared back. “You hurt that ankle, I’ll make the spanking worse.”

She relinquished a little, afraid of her ankle; but she didn’t want to give in to the bastard, though there seemed to be little choice.

Jess continued with the spanking, but then suddenly stopped, and reached for the top of Ashley’s dirt clogged shorts. Yanking them down, he took her underpants with them, and had her clean and very naked behind as his target. There was only just a trace of pink on her fair skin. He planned to remedy that situation.

“Damn you, Jess Barrow, what the hell do you think you’re doing stripping off my clothes!” she wailed, even as he began pelting her bottom with a quick flurry of strokes.

“You think I haven’t already had intimate knowledge of your bottom. I know it much better than you think I do.” He smacked her butt hard, while remembering the sight of it bobbing against his groin when he screwed her from behind.

“Well, you have no right now!” she charged.

Jess thought she was amazingly glib for woman in the middle of getting paddled, but he matched her words with another wave of swats, and enjoyed the wild rush of red that was beginning to appear on her ass cheeks.

“You’re a bratty, overbearing, and brazen!” he shouted.

“You friggin’ bastard!” she blared.

“You b***h!”

“You ANIMAL!”

He definitely had the advantage. She may have a colorful vocabulary; but he had her over his lap, and it was her ass that was waving in the heated breeze as his hand kept up the ruthless pace on her backside.

“Stop it you SOB!” she wailed.

“My aren’t your metaphors sinking low,” he observed. “Too bad I’m not really listening.” He paused for a seconds to admire his raw looking handiwork. “I think I’ll just keep this up, be sure you really get my message.”

A window of opportunity opening up, Ashley propelled herself off Jess’s lap and fell to the floor landing awkwardly, the movement doing her wounded ankle no good.

“Ouch! Dammit!” she swore again.

“You gonna start with this s**t again,” Jess asked her. “Cause if you do, I’ll start the spanking again, and I’ll get my wooden spoon just to see it hurt your ass even more.”

She glared at him.

“Don’t start,” he warned.

“Please, will you help me up?” she asked, rather meekly for Ashley. Maybe some of her fire had been expelled because she didn’t seem nearly as raw or edgy or explosive as she’d been.

Jess’s anger was subsiding too, as he looked at the well-worked blonde, and he reached down and picked her up so he could carry her to the bed. For just an instant, she leaned into his chest, as almost a gesture of affection; but deciding this was no time for tenderness, she jerked away.

“Hey, don’t worry,” he said. “I’m not going to take advantage of you.”

“Maybe you should,” she remarked, without realizing it until the words were already lingering in the air, and no doubt hitting Jess’s brain.

He brought her to his bed and laid her on it, then found himself leaning in and kissing her lips. They were so soft and full, her lips. The little crying she’d done had seemed to make them even softer than he remembered them from Caracas. He kissed them more, and her arms went around his neck, her hands beginning a passionate play down his spine.

Ashley was breaking every rule she had in her rule book about Jess Barrow; but it was the jungle, off the beaten path, and her ankle hurt, and she was sick and tired of fighting the man off, even more sick of fighting off her own desires. She remembered Caracas too well.

It didn’t take long to strip the rest of Ashley’s clothes from her sensuous body. She was melting against him, as his hands poured over her flesh, nibbling, pinching, massaging her hard, even on her rosy rear end, especially on her rosy rear end. He seemed to find great satisfaction in hearing her moan when he gave her bottom more playful swats.

He wasn’t just rough though; finding her c******s, he played with that too, lovingly, first with his finger and then with an affectionate tongue. She thought she’d fly through the grass roof when he finally plunged his c**k between her legs and began to screw her. He’d planned to take her from behind, just so he could watch her red bottom bounce against him; but being careful with her ankle, he decided to forego the gymnastics. And by that time, it didn’t matter. Their movements were swift, but very effective, and the two were soon lounging together in a prickly sort of peace, feeling much less tension between them.

“So tell me, was it all that bad?” Jess asked, as they lay side by side, staring up at the roof, and listening to the rain that had begun another torrential downpour.

“Not really,” she said. “I suppose I deserved it, I was being a little testy. And you are a decent lover, if nothing else.”

“Wow, what an admission,” Jess remarked. He was impressed. For Ashley to suggest that she deserved getting spanked and that he was a “decent” lover, all in one breath, was cause for celebration. “I wish you liked me more, you might find it easier to give in and have a good time,” Jess remarked.

“I can’t help it, I think scientists are stodgy, and you fit the mold perfectly, even if you’re a virile man of the earth.”

“Do I detect a compliment?”

“No. You’re not bad looking, that’s probably the problem, you should be an archaeologist, or something like that . . . .”

“Like Indiana Jones?” he suggested, laughing.

“That would be more interesting. But to find your heart’s desire inside some test-tube in the middle of the jungle? Jess you can do better.”

Ashley could be terribly condescending.

“So why did you screw me then?” he said.

“Maybe I felt sorry for you.”

“Yeah, sure. And maybe someday you’ll say something really sweet and tender to me, instead of setting your barbs.”

“I’m sorry, I suppose I should be nice to you, after all you made me feel pretty good, and I’m really at your mercy. You will let me sleep in your bed?”

“Only if I can be here with you, and take you anytime I want in the middle of the night. Otherwise I kick you out.”

“Guess I shouldn’t complain,” she said, trying to be just a little more amicable.

“No, you shouldn’t,” Jess agreed.

“But you start to brag to anyone about me, I’ll disavow that any of this ever happened,” she warned him.

“Who am I going to tell here, the rats?”

“There’re rats?”

“Of course there’re rats.”

“Not inside I hope.”

He laughed. “It would serve you right if they were.”

“Oh yuck.” She snuggled in next to him as if that was some protection.

***

The next morning Jess woke with the bed next to him empty. He knew someone had slept with him, but it took him some minutes to remember who. Pulling himself out from between the sheets, he saw Ashley’s clothes still hanging around his hut. Ah, yes, Ashley, he knew now why he was feeling so rested.

Pulling on his khakis, and a pair of sandals he strolled out to the front porch, thinking his houseguest was likely drinking coffee outside, since one brief look told him that she wasn’t in the hut. Not finding her on the porch, he proceeded around to the side of the building, and saw Ashley in the distance on the airstrip, a wrench in hand with her backside to him. Her bottom clothed in tan shorts looked very pretty from his point of view. He could imagine running his hands down her rear again, even giving her another good paddling.

“What the hell are you doing now?” he shouted, as he walked toward her.

“I fixed the plane!” she said turning, smiling broadly.

“Hey great!” he replied, though it likely meant she’d be off before he could even make her breakfast. “How’s the ankle?”

“Sore as hell, but I can limp a little, and it’s not going to affect my flying the plane.”

“You can keep the bandage,” he said.

“Thanks.”

“How’s your bottom?” he asked.

She smirked, and a faint look of annoyance crossed her face. “Thought we might forget about it,” she said.

“You won’t be able to,” he warned.

She turned back to the plane, the conversation too difficult to continue face to face. “Well for your information, Jess, I can’t feel a thing on my bottom. So if you expected me to be “sore so I can’t sit down,” well, you’ll be disappointed to know that it just didn’t happen.”

“Too bad, I was hoping you’d have something to remember me by when you fly off.”

She didn’t reply.

Jess approached her bending over form, grabbed one shoulder and held it tight, while he whacked his hand against her ass end a half dozen times. The last two strokes were against the bare tops of her thighs where it really stung.

“Stop it!” she shouted, jerking away from him. She was scowling nastily, waving the wench in his face. “Don’t you ever think you have the upper hand with me Jess Barrow, just because I got weak for one moment!”

“Oooo, please,” he replied sarcastically. “I’d never be so presumptuous.”

“Yes, you would, you always think you have something over me,” she snapped back.

“That’s what makes you love me so much.”

“Love!” She looked incredulous.

“That’s what you said last night.”

“Yeah, while you were plowing me with that d**k, I’d say anything then.”

Jess shrugged. “Can I get you anything, some breakfast maybe?”

“Naw, I have to get out of here, this route is damned mess up, it’s gonna take me a week to get my schedule clear.” She always had a way of overstating everything.

A half hour later the turquoise and white plane lifted off the short runway and Jess was watching it from the ground until it was out of sight.