Surrender, Spanking Version

Chapter Three

Chapter Three

It was nearly midnight when Nathan Hawke drove into the parking lot of the Blue Goose Tavern. There were a dozen motorcycles still outside, the heavy country music blared, and he needed a beer.

He ordered the darkest they had in a brown bottle, not their usual stock, but what they’d ordered for Nathan from Germany, because he insisted. He liked it thick and heavy, a meal all its own. He ate a crusty roll and a slab of sharp cheese, not realizing he was so hungry.

The whole time he ate, he didn’t take his eyes off the young woman at the bar. He’d have her in bed by three a.m., the idea was satisfying. And he would enjoy the conquest of her small compact body, though it was never bodies that mattered to him as much as the energy, the life blood that flowed through women, and the wild aura that danced in and around them.

“Two more beers,” he ordered the young woman, “and sit down.”

“I’m sorry sir, I’m not supposed to get too familiar with the customers,” she answered.

“I’m not a customer,” he lied, “I own the bar.”

Her eyes lit up saucer-like. She hesitated, returned to the bar to order up his beer, and then with it hand, she sat down next to him.

“You really own this place?” she asked innocently. She had short cropped dark hair, a hard well exercised torso; and, though her breasts were small, as were her hips, she had a fine well rounded bottom, two luscious mounds that would take a good deal of punishment were she inclined to such things. He imagined that it wouldn’t take much to have exactly what he wanted from her. There was an erotic element in her that suggested she would be very willing.

“I never lie,” he told her.

She’d heard about the man that owned the bar, and it was hard to believe she was sitting next him. He was everything, and more than promised.

“You, my dear, don’t belong here,” he said, almost as a father would. She was hardly more than eighteen.

“I don’t need you to tell me that,” she quipped back, instantly resentful. She began to rise from her seat, to which Nathan promptly pushed her back down. The gesture defined the rest of the evening. He had her won. In one single move, his authoritative manner assumed, never asked. She never needed to consent, for she too assumed that he was in charge. All in one gesture; it was all she needed. Sometimes it bothered her that she was so easily subdued, though yielding to this man was something different. She could tell it right away.

“You’ll be off in an hour, I’ll wait,” he said, leaning back in his chair.

“You think I’d go with you?” she asked without much indignation, she enjoyed the attention. She was even smiling.

“Why not? You have no ties, and you’re bored,” he said.

She looked at him respectful of his powers of discernment. “You can figure that out so easily? You do that with everyone?” she asked.

“I just look at people and they tell me everything I need to know. What’s your name?”

“Cassie Kline,” she answered readily.

Nathan grinned. “See, Cassie Kline, you’ve just broken another rule of social relationships, giving your name to a total stranger.”

She squirmed uncomfortably.

“Well, you are my boss,” she said.

“No, Hal’s your boss,” Nathan countered. “I just drink here, and pick up women.”

She looked at him cautiously. “You mean that, don’t you?”

“I don’t lie,” he repeated the refrain.

“And you intend to pick me up?”

“If you’re willing to give me what I want.”

“I imagine I could satisfy you. What is it you want?”

Nathan smirked, delighted with her naive, youthful appeal. “What you really need my young woman is a good spanking for making yourself much too accessible to me. You have no idea who I really am, and whether I would abuse you.”

“Spanking?” she replied curiously. “Why, I haven’t had one in years.” She looked as amused as Nathan was.

He fondled her leg at will, and she didn’t bother to protest, his hand was strong and warm and most decisive.

Yet, Nathan confused her. He was an odd mixture of a man, one moment caring like a father, the next seducing like a scoundrel. But she was already hostage to his charms. She was used to boys, this one, a real man…the idea was tempting, and the truth? She was a bit of a loose woman; it wasn’t beneath her pick men up for quick screws and fast getaways; living that way was rebellion and rebellion felt good these days.

They walked out of the Blue Goose before 2 a.m., Nathan setting his sights on a long night, likely until dawn, pleasuring himself in this young woman’s flesh. They drove to the edge of Nathan’s ten acre property, and entered down a side path that led toward the barns. It was too dark for Cassie to see much else, though Nathan knew the property like the back of his hand.

Cassie could feel her stomach rise and fall with anticipation. On the ride he’d placed her hand between his legs to feel the swelling there. She relished the feeling of his manhood throbbing against her palm. She could hardly wait to cast her eyes on its erect form, and feel it inside her tight cunt.

Once in the barn, Nathan found a lantern, which when lit, cast an amazing glow throughout the rustic place. The barn had been recently used for animals and she could still smell them, though there appeared to be none inside right now.

As she grew accustomed to the change in light, Cassie watched Nathan’s eyes, how they glimmered darkly, a fact that only made her s****l excitement rise even more. She watched as Nathan moved a bale of hay into the center of one animal stall, and then sat down on it, while he motioned her to his side.

“Come here, girl,” he said. He wore a fatherly look on his face, and she was immediately drawn back to her childhood, thinking of times when her own father “requested” her presence at his side.

“You’re really going to spank me?” she asked, still a little in awe of the situation. This was the most unusual prelude to s*x she’d ever had.

Nathan’s smile was almost amused. “Like you’ve never been before,” he replied.

“But . . . “

“Don’t be cautious, you’re an adventurous girl, just see where it leads. I promise, I won’t hurt you. Though don’t forget you’ve earned this for being far too forward with a stranger. You need someone to put you in your place.”

Cassie trembled trying to decide what to do. It seemed an impossible situation, hardly what she’d planned with this man; yet, she had no doubt about anything he’d said, and there was something very arousing about being beckoned to a paddling.

Gingerly walking forward, she stood at Nathan’s side and allowed him to guide her over his lap. A sudden swell of feeling claimed her; each little gesture seemed to ignite her body all the more. When Nathan felt for the button of her jeans, she was practically in a panic. Her heart was pounding furiously, and she knew she was juicy in her pants. Nathan would be able to see that as soon as he stripped her of her clothes. She was embarrassed just thinking of it.

Slowly pulling her jeans from her hips as he relished every little inch of flesh unveiled, her captor found her naked underneath.

“No panties?” he asked.

Cassie bit her lip, much more concerned with what was about to happen to her in the next few minutes, than with answering Nathan’s question.

Over his lap, he gave her a gentle slap to start. Then another. And then a steady gentle flurry of slaps, one after another, first on one lovely round cheek and then the other. This was a firm spanking, but one she could bear. It was nothing like the angered spankings of her childhood, instead something so sweet and erotic that she thought she might actually climax in the midst of it.

She held back her orgasm however, knowing that there was more to come. This was just a beginning. She could sense that this man had many more desires in mind for her before this night was over. She was smart enough to know that he was a master of pleasure. Cassie groaned lustily as Nathan continued with the sumptuous spanking, though her cries became more animated as the smacks of his hand became more passionate. A steady heat was building in her; her bottom was so warm and excited that she felt as if she was becoming liquid between her legs.

“Oh, yes please,” she moaned to him. “Please, please more.” She couldn’t believe that anything this crazy could be so filled with pleasure.

His hand gently beat her again and again, the rhythm almost reminiscent of a good screw. And then right in the midst of a flurry of smacks, Nathan would suddenly stop, so he could feel her burning bottom with his punishment hand. Kneading her flesh eagerly only made the desire burn even brighter.

Then, starting the spanking again, he began at a new level, so that she was about to peak, on her way to orgasm. He continued on, making Cassie’s desire mount, so she thought she would burst. But by some instinct, Nathan finally stopped the spanking altogether, his hand dropping between her legs, where he could feel her wet warmth with his hand.

A finger carefully slipped inside her hole and she was reeling, happily cumming all over the place, pressing herself against him, glad for the strangest reasons.

Once her pleasured moans and pulsing diminished, Nathan slipped her off his lap, so that she slumped to the floor. He had her bent over on her hands and knees, opening her for himself. She was a hellion, responding back with an amazingly whorish abandon.

They spent the next two hours together until they were both exhausted. He spanked her twice more before he was finished; it seemed each time was a more frenetic punishment, but each she greeted jubilantly. To her amazement Nathan’s contradiction of wild touch and tenderness inflamed her loins in a way she’d never before experienced. Most men she screwed on one-nighters didn’t bother that much with her. They’d always leave her wanting more, often without an orgasm at all, unless she brought herself off. This man was something else altogether.

Nathan kissed her tenderly several times as they lay in the warmed hay; for Cassie it was an atypical ending to a one night spree. She hoped that it wouldn’t be their only night together, but she knew it was. They probably didn’t have another thing in common but their s****l tastes.

For Nathan however, it was a very typical ending to a one night spree, physically satisfying yes, even emotionally compelling. This Cassie was surprisingly submissive for a young woman of such independence. And he knew how to take care of a woman’s needs so well, that when it was over, she’d be as pleased as he was. His only fear with women was their wanting him again, and he wouldn’t be able to comply with that need. He could give them most everything, but he couldn’t give them the satisfaction of an enduring relationship.

Even with someone as lively as Cassie, there was something absent from the process of a conquest. Even when he could enact some session of punishment, that would lead to spirited lovemaking as they had done, there was something missing. Something had been absent for years, and he wasn’t sure what it was.

He stroked her hair lovingly, though there was no love behind the act. Tenderness, affection, yes. But little more.