s****l Mischief

Chapter Two-3

“Damn, you’re making my hand hurt,” he suddenly exclaimed, pausing for several seconds.

“Then maybe it’s time to stop!” she suggested.

“Like hell, I’ll stop. I’m liking this too much and so are you.”

“No! I don’t like it at all!” she declared with some determination. She wriggled hard in an effort to get free, but with Jesse’s arm firmly about her waist, she was held to his groin and would go nowhere until he let her go. When she realized that fact, her mutiny momentarily subsided, although her attempts at diplomacy continued. “Please, Jesse, haven’t you proven your point?”

“Hell, no! I’m not done with you.” He was already working the buckle of his belt with one hand, deftly opening the clasp and drawing the leather to one side. Looking over her shoulder, Sausony watched as he doubled the long length to half its size.

“Jesse, no, please!”

“It’s your fantasy, young lady. I’m only giving you what you want.” Holding the two loose ends of the belt in his fist, he smacked the looped end across her pink cheeks in a fast, sharp staccato of smacks.

“Ouch! No! Stop!” she hollered loudly. The bruising treatment just kept coming. The longer he worked her, the louder her cries.

With the door open, their angry battle brought the attention of several truckers, who’d pulled into the parking lot since the fracas began and, while on their way to the restroom, stopped to watch the show. Noticing the men standing outside the door, Jesse briefly paused and shrugged, telling them: “She asked for it.”

Hearing him speak, Sausony looked up, realizing that the scene was no longer private. She instantly blushed and ducked her head again, as her face began to burn with shame.

“She deserves it, have at her,” one trucker offered his thoughts.

The other laughed. “Boy would I like to take a few broads over my knee.”

Inspired by their approval, Jesse continued, letting the belt play out across the Sausony’s behind until he could feel the heat rising from the reddened surface. When her ass caught the hard edge of the belt, she howled even louder—despite her audience. With renewed effort, she wrenched hard in the hopes of finally wresting from the man’s grasp, but he wouldn’t give an inch. Eventually, with Jesse’s enthusiasm for the task waning, he stopped, tossing his belt to the mattress.

Staring up at his audience, he smiled, “If you don’t mind.” He pushed Sausony to the floor of the sleeping compartment and reached to close the door.

The men nodded and moved on, while the spanked Sausony winced having discovered that there was no comfortable way to sit.

“Now that’s a spanking,” Jesse declared with some satisfaction. “Everything you thought it would be?” He looked down at the forlorn beauty thinking lusty thoughts again. But seeing her fuming unhappily, he didn’t dare try anything.

Ten seconds before, she might have blurted out something really sassy for which she’d likely be sorry; he’d make her pay. Instead, she answered with a garbled, “I think so,” while rubbing her behind. The further she distanced herself from the pain, the more the heat produced a pleasing sensation which was hard to ignore.

“You think that’s going to cure you?” he wondered.

“Don’t know. But I think I feel a whole lot better,” she admitted. Her body felt strangely calm, though her mind was still engaged in an irrational blur of thoughts.

“Maybe it’s time to go home, girl.”

“Home? What do you mean home?”

“Home. Back to your husband, where you belong.”

“Who said I had a husband?” She looked at him annoyed.

“You’re wearing a wedding ring. I’m not that dense.”

She gazed at her left hand with diamond-studded band as if she hadn’t seen it in weeks. With an impulsive yank, she tore the ring from her finger and flung it out the partly closed door.

“What the hell did you do that for?” Jesse snapped.

“I don’t want it. I don’t want my husband and I don’t want that life!”

He shook his head, looking exasperated. “Get back in the cab, girl; I’ve spent enough time on this. I gotta get down the road.” He jumped from the sleeping compartment to the ground, and lifted her to the passenger seat in the cab. Before climbing back in the truck, he scouted the parking lot for the ring, and finding it, dropped it in his pocket. She’d want it back in time, he figured. And if she didn’t, he’d sell it himself.

Seeing Jesse pick up the ring, Sausony grimaced. Of course, he’d pick it up. Who’d leave a valuable diamond ring by the side of the road? All the same, it meant no more to her than a tinfoil gum wrapper tossed by the wind across the hot asphalt.

Climbing in beside her, Jesse looked her squarely in the eye. “You know, if I hadn’t just spanked your ass, I’d do it now. This started out as a real amusing trip, with all your teasing spank talk, but you really do need it, need to be spanked real hard. And not just once, but every day for the rest of your life! Might just knock some sense into that crazy head of yours.”

The hungry shudder of arousal returned, hearing the crisp tone of his voice. That shudder settled into the longing place of desire that seemed to drive this fantastical trip.

The pair didn’t say another word until they stopped for the night. He slept in one queen-sized bed, she in the other. Convenient that there were two, she supposed. But she would just as soon have shared one, where she could snuggle into his warm side and cling to the huge, comforting energy that surrounded him. Forget the s*x, that would be enough for the night.