Punishable Offenses

Chapter One-1

Chapter One

Summer 1995…

He passed by her desk. A wisp of her brunette hair was caught at the edge of her mouth while she intensely scrutinized the computer screen before her eyes, unwavering in her dedication to duty always. She wiped the strand of hair away and went on working. Robbie McKellar saw her for the umpteenth time, but this time with more attention than usual, enough to make him stop suddenly and abruptly turn around.

“Madeleine, the yacht is going out this evening, why don’t you come along?”

For several moments he waited for her response, maintaining a winsome air of amusement. He was young, nonchalant, unguarded in his admiration of her. She would always be like this—more serious than he. His was a doting love from afar that until that moment had been left ignored, shunned perhaps; after all, this was a working environment where overtures of a forward nature were discouraged.

In time, Madeleine slowly looked up, a bit befuddled as if it were unclear if she’d even been addressed.

“Robbie?”

Her eyes were a bit glazed over. But she was beautiful: high cheek bones, lustrous waves of brunette hair, perfectly formed lips softly brushed with dark pink. He’d savored her breasts on many occasions. What twenty-two year old man wouldn’t have given the sensuous abundance tucked inside her lacy bras a second glance, and then a third? He was quite certain that Madeleine Danes was unaware of her effect on men, or more specifically how her thin pastel blouses were often so transparent that what lay beneath them would be clearly visualized by any red-blooded male. That bevy of breast flesh could stir a man’s libido from yards away. Even now as she sat back in her chair, her chest sumptuously heaving as she took a long breath, Robbie could feel a gentle stirring in his pants as he glimpsed that beautiful bounty once again. How much longer could this gone on—his brazen lust—before he was forced to acknowledge his desire? Or act on that desire? So what that she was nearly twenty eight and he six years younger. They were both free of relationships, Madeleine’s latest relationship having broken apart three months earlier; she should be ready to date again, Robbie concluded.

“You just asked me to…to join you on the yacht?” She looked surprised. In fact, she was stunned by the invitation—not that she hadn’t secretly fantasized about such an invitation on more than one occasion.

“Yes, and why not? It’s a glorious day, and who the hell wants to be cooped up here in the office?” His big smile beamed beyond himself.

“But I do have reports to do,” she reminded him with a remorseful look.

“Right. I’m sure you do. You’re one dedicated lady. But you can play hooky for once. Who’s going to fire you?”

“I-I…uh…” Unaccustomed to the attention, Madeleine blushed.

Which only made Robbie’s smile more desiring. “Please come.” He sat his left hip on the edge of her desk and leaned in. “You’re a girl who needs a little time away. You’ll have a great time on the cruise, I promise.”

At twenty-two, Robbie McKellar was still boyish, a fresh-faced youth with a cocky smile, the sort that wealthy young men who haven’t a care in the world can dare exhibit for the world. Not to mention, he was damned good-looking: a scant 5’ 10”, with a well-built body and unruly dark brown hair that went along with his trouble-free charm. His life would be a breeze from beginning to end, as long as he kept that smile on his face and his feet out of landmines. Fresh out of Yale the year before, he had a choice of occupations within the McKellar Companies, and decided to work for the McKellar Endowment; something his youthful idealism found suitable. It was also a lot less stressful than the cutthroat world of finance, mergers and acquisitions that the other companies in his father’s conglomerate were known for. Malcolm McKellar had been disappointed that his son was not working in the adjoining office, where he could take the fledging businessman under his wing, but he had given his son a choice, and he refused to manipulate the decision into one of his liking. Robbie hadn’t known at the time that he’d find the working conditions in McKellar Endowment far superior to the rest of his father’s companies specifically because Madeleine Danes worked nowhere else.

“Listen, I’m not taking no for an answer,” he said when she failed to reply. He abruptly stood up and swooped in beside her behind the desk, did a quick save on her computer screen then pulled her to her feet.

“I guess I have no choice,” she laughed.

“Long as I’m the boss.”

He was not actually her boss, but his name carried great weight, not to mention the warmth and charm behind his grin that had her too captivated to raise another objection.

“But I do need to change,” she said, looking down at her smartly cut navy-blue business suit. This would hardly work for an evening on the water.”

“My thoughts exactly, Miss Danes,” he winked. “Tonight’s a pleasure cruise. No business, just some good old-fashioned fun.” He took her by the hand and led her out the door.

For a brief instant, the mention of good old-fashioned fun brought images of charades, card-playing, maybe even a vigorous game of Wii golf, however Madeleine was quite certain that none of those things were what Robbie McKellar had in mind.

***

Slung low in the sky, the day’s lingering sun cast a glow across the sound and bathed the yacht ‘Lani’s Dream’—named for Robbie’s mother Melanie—in an iridescent radiance that seemed almost otherworldly. This was not Madeleine’s first trip on the McKellar yacht. Once two years before—before Robbie—there’d been a Saturday brunch on board with the executives of the Endowment celebrating their third successful year. Much of that success had been due to the efforts of Madeleine Danes growing expertise in charitable outreach. This evening, however, would be a far cry from the blushing moments of congratulations on that occasion. Robbie’s friends were already on board, drinking and growing restless as they waited for their host. With everyone ready to take off, it wasn’t but seconds after his arrival with Madeleine that the 120 foot boat pulled away from the dock. No one expected the ship to return until well after midnight; even then, those on board were likely to sleep the liquor off in one of the several staterooms before attempting to negotiate the new morning, or the mainland. Perhaps this was not clearly fixed in Madeleine’s head when she first accepted Robbie’s invitation. At the time, it had seemed like a capricious escapade, fun she’d deprived herself of for months after her break-up with long time boyfriend Trevor Bailey.

Robbie had insisted on driving, and then stopped by her apartment first so she could change her clothes. A summer day as hot as this one didn’t require a lot of clothing. White shorts, sandals, and a pink tank top, a light hoodie for later, seemed enough and she was ready to go. On their way to the dock, Robbie chattered almost compulsively about the last time he’d sailed to Florida aboard the sailing ship, before venturing into a non-stop monologue about why the Yankees were going to take the pennant over the Tigers. While tuning into his favorite radio station, he answered a cell phone call, making Madeleine a little nervous with all this activity in the midst of driving through heavy afternoon traffic. Once on the road that led from the highway to the Yacht Club she breathed a little easier, and by the time Robbie pulled the Jag into the parking stall, he had calmed. Once again, his blue eyes were riveted on her enough to make her blush.

He reached out, taking her hand in his and giving it a firm squeeze.

“Don’t mind my friends if they should get a little wild,” he warned. “They have a tendency to party hard, if you know what I mean.”

“Don’t worry, I’m sure I’ll be just fine,” she brushed off his concern.

He’d followed a strict hands-off protocol in the office, which made his affectionate touching now seem foreign and strangely titillating.

Madeleine heard the music before she could survey the scene—her sight had been momentarily blinded when she gazed into the dazzling sunset, and she needed Robbie to help her board the boat. The music was a funky reggae, the drinks filled with rum, and her head began to swim with her first sip. That demon rum was never her favorite drink but the one that transported her fastest to the brief nirvana of inebriation. A few minutes after she felt that delirious high her stomach would begin to sour—a fact she forget about until it actually happened.

Robbie was like an attentive pup, which made every bit of the evening feel like a first date, all nerves and jitters and hopefulness rolled up together in a breeze of s****l ambience. He had a reputation for playing hard, so Madeleine shouldn’t have been surprised with the level of inebriation of his guests—friends Jason, Carly, Zack and Rachel were soon dancing on the aft deck, moving erotically in ways that left little room for the imagination. Arms were draped over shoulders, asses squeezed and body parts unveiled—not that there was much clothing in the first place. The girls were wearing skimpy bikinis; the buxom redhead Carly’s a bright aqua stripe, while the blonde Rachel wore triangular patches of red over a small portion of her abundant t**s, centered at her n*****s, and another red patch over her pubic mound. The back of her swimsuit bottom was a string that disappeared into her anal crack. It was impossible not to focus on her swaying behind as her hips moved in languorous rhythms to the sound of the erotic music. When Zack’s large hand smacked the perfectly rounded mound of her left ass cheek, she giggled and fell against him until he pushed her back upright. Where his hand had struck a bright red handprint appeared against her lightly tanned skin. Delirious in her drunken state, she twirled around with her head falling back, her face to the sky, open and exhilarated. Finally with a gale of laughter rising up between the raunchy quartet, the blonde slid down Zack’s muscled torso to her knees, where she jerked down his swim trunks and took his thickening erection into her mouth.

Blushing, Madeleine turned her head, while Robbie whispered in her ear, “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” They’d been sitting side-by-side in a pair of deck chairs watching the show. Until Rachel went down to her knees, Madeleine was about to jump from her chair and start dancing herself. But this made her seize up just enough to shelve that plan.

The blow job went on in front of her face for several minutes—at intervals she stared back at the scene only to return her gaze to the waters of the Long Island Sound. Finally, she broke out laughing, though her stomach had chosen that moment to turn sour and she was unsure what to do next. It was not that she was embarrassed, which she was, but her eyes really wanted a different place to focus. Finally, Robbie turned toward her and smiled, then gently took her hand in his.

“You okay?”

“I’m fine.” Which was exactly what she believed at the moment, even with Rachel and Zack having moved to a nearby lounge, with Jason and Carly about to join them.

“You’re quite a brat!” Zack was playing indignant to his date’s petulant pout and gave her a few more hard swats on her ass.

“You ass!” she blared, though in trying to pull from Zack’s grasp, her breasts and n*****s spilled free of the bright red patches, leaving her ample t**s to sway free with all their voluminous bounty on display. The blonde didn’t seem to mind, and soon her angry retorts dissolved into a fit of giggling laughter. Even when Zack began to slap her breast flesh back and forth she didn’t object. Something about the stinging smacks was turning her on, and when Zack fell back against the lounge, she climbed on, straddling his hips, freeing his c**k and climbing on for her first jubilant ride. “Yes, yes, yes, f**k me, f**k me baby, f**k me…” she cried. Her body twisted from one side to the other, her long bleached hair whipped back and forth, until Zack grabbed a hunk and pulled her down to his chest. It was impossible for Madeleine to hear all the seething comments whispered in her ear, but it sounded as if he was taking command of the naughty vixen. He reached for her ass cheeks and squeezed, which caused her to writhe more vigorously against him.