Justice For A Thief

Chapter One-2

“Humm, I remember nothing.”

“You said you’d miss me.”

“No, noooooo,” she hummed—though she was suddenly alert enough to realize what she’d said. Oh, and a bad miscalculation at that, saying anything until they made love. He wouldn’t be happy with her announcement.

Reaching low, Rebecca grabbed his p***s to take his mind from her careless remark. And her cunning worked. A bit of adroit exertion with her tongue, and his member was so hard in her hand she was afraid she’d be drenched in her lover’s rain before he could plant the thick thing between her thighs. Rolling Duncan to his back, she climbed on, bouncing on his groin as his c**k slipped into her portal. Her breasts, like rounds of fresh dough bounce in the hand of a baker, jiggled before his appreciative eyes. The joyful ride pushed his erection deep, so it hit the way-insides of her slippery cunny, making her scream fitfully.

He grabbed for her breasts, anchoring them with fingers pressing into their softness. Like some ripe food of goddesses and gods, Rebecca’s good grace fed a voracious appetite. Pulling her down to his chest, they rolled again so Duncan was mounting the slut, holding her by the ankles, legs wide and high.

“Oh, you are so deep, my saucy brat. I think sometimes I’ll get lost in you. I should spank you every day to make you this willing.”

“I’m always willing,” she answered back.

“And sometimes you’re a shrew.”

The action of his bones and thighs to her pubis startled every pore of her awake. He sensed her c*m, and worked her hard. Her red hair scattered, his dark brown loosening from the tie that held it. The straw scratched; the air grew thick with lust, and the scent and sounds of a s****l finale beginning. She panted as though she lay gratefully dying, while Duncan lunged, finishing with several thrusting strokes. In the quiet that followed there was just the sound of Rebecca mewing softly as the last of her spasms led her mind and body away.

“Do you remember the first time I spanked you?” Duncan asked as the last of a good screw made them wilt in the heat.

“Like it was yesterday,” Rebecca recalled.

“You were in the kitchen of your cousin’s estate house, acting like a petulant harpy. I was eating a bowl of mutton stew—awful stuff, but the old cook’s biscuits were fair. I was ready to cuff your ears, or lay my fist on your sorry jaw, and you scolded me for looking at you.” Duncan turned on his side, and with a piece of straw plucked from the mat, he scratched the thing down her side, and watched her shiver.

“You keep doing that, you’ll get me started again,” she warned.

“Just take it and enjoy, Rebecca, but you’ve had enough s*x for now.”

“That’s what you think?” There was a rascally light in her eyes.

“Well, I think I’m right. And I’ll spank you again if you don’t behave.” He pressed the sharp end of the straw into her breast and watched her expression change. “Want it harder, don’t you?”

“I’ll never tell you,” she said, pushing his hand away.

“Maybe I should spank you again like I did that first time. I’ve never seen anything as beautiful as the look on your sweet face when I wrestled you over that butcher block and spanked you with the oven shovel. The whole kitchen came alive seeing you get your just desserts.”

“Yes, and I’ve hated you ever since.”

“Oh yes, and how you hated me with every fiber of your beautiful body. Let me see your ass. I want to know if I left marks this time.” He pushed her over in the straw to inspect her two cheeks. Except for their rosy glow, however, and perhaps a red smudge, there was little to show for the punishment it took.

“You only leave marks when you use the cane,” Rebecca reminded him.

“I should have brought it then because this time you deserved it. I can’t believe what I heard in the tavern. They’re looking for some young boy who was apparently pinching wallets and watches.” He turned her back so he could look her in the face.

“And you assume it’s me? Like I’m the only thief in this county.”

“What else am I to assume when you look exactly like the boy described? You’re taking too many chances, Rebecca.” His eyes turned grievously serious as he pinned both hands to either side of her face.

“No more chances than usual,” she quipped.

“I want you taking no chances at all!” he pointed a finger right at her face like a chastising parent. “You will get caught some day and who will I have to screw?”

“I’m far too careful to get caught.”

“You don’t think someone from that last tavern you exploited won’t recognize this face?”

“Not when it’s the face of a boy, streaked with black soot.”

“I swear, I’ll cure you of these risky shenanigans if it’s the last thing I do,” he warned. He paused to let that thought sink in and repeated, “If it’s the last thing I do. Next time I learn you’ve been stealing, your ass will be so blistered by the time I’m done, you won’t sit for days.” He thought some more. “Maybe I should just lock you up.”

“Oh, you’re being silly.”

“Right here would be a perfect jail,” he inspected the room.

“No, it wouldn’t. It’s too damn hot.”

“I don’t imagine a jailer would really care now, would he?”

“Well, I don’t have to worry about that, because I’m not going to get caught,” she snipped lightly while she pushed herself to sitting, and grabbed for her clothes—her ladies clothes. “Ah! What I’d give for a cool bath.”

“Perhaps we would should indulge tonight?” he suggested.

There was a pleasant smirk on her face at the thought of diving naked into the lake, watching Duncan’s naked ass bob in the water while he watched hers. “Oh, I don’t know. I have some things to do.”

“Not more stealing?”

“Of course not. I have plenty of treasure to keep me happy right now.”

She laced the bodice of her chemise, so he could see her lavish bosom rising in a gentle swell. Standing now, her emerald colored dress seemed to float over her head and nestle down her slender torso. It fit tightly about her, making her fair breasts plump up even higher. She was proud of them, certain to show them off, the skin and the cleavage, as though she would invite men to dine on them.

“So, what’s this about missing me?” Duncan asked.

With her back turned, he didn’t see her expression of dread. She thought he’d forgotten the careless comment.

“Missing you? I always miss you when you’re gone. And you’re gone a lot.”

“That wasn’t what you meant.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really.” She was being far too coy to be believed. “I sense there’s something you need to confess.” His dark eyebrows raised reprovingly.

“Haven’t I confessed all my schemes to you? And you know about this latest one. What more could there be?” She turned around.

“You’re lying, I can always tell.”

She drew in a deep breath of the searing air inside her stone fortress.

“We really have to get out here, or I’ll expire from this heat.”

“One minute is not going to make any difference.”

She stomped her foot annoyed, but then taking a deep breath, she slumped to a stool.

“I’m leaving the county.”

“You are?”

“Yes. I think you’re right. It’s a little dangerous around here anymore. I’ve pilfered all I can from this place, and I need some new surroundings.”

“And what else, Rebecca?” His lover was rarely given to melancholy or dread, but there seemed to be both in her expression. She looked almost as though she was frightened. Turning from him, Duncan could hear the soft sound of her skirt rustling against the stone floor. “Something is troubling you.”

“I think not,” she turned back more haughtily.

“You may be a good thief, but you’re not a good liar.”

She still did not speak.

“It’s your uncle.”

Her reply was telling, a flicker of panic quickly replaced by a mean scowl.

“It is your uncle. Alden I would guess.”

“He’s the only one around much.” Her voice started to tremble. “It’s only a matter of time before he’ll creep into my room in the middle of the night and put a knife to my throat.”

“I’ll kill him,” Duncan swore.

“Then you would go to jail!” she snapped. “It’s time for me to leave here, Duncan, and so I shall.”

Such determination. She’d not be swayed.

“Do you realize how dangerous it is, a woman traveling on their own?”

“I’m going to London. I have relatives there.”

“So you’ll lead a respectable life?”

“I didn’t exactly say that. But you don’t know what might change if I left this miserable place.” Dressed, Rebecca bundled her britches and shirt into a sack, and locking her treasure chest, she pulled out the stones and dirt in the fortress’s walls to return the wooden box to its hiding place.

“Perhaps, if we were to marry,” he suggested.

“Oh, Duncan don’t be so silly. You know neither one of us would be happy. I like the feel of other men’s erections and you enjoy other p*****s as much as mine. If we were to marry, I’d start to nag you, and before long you’d beat me silly, not just spank my ass. Plus, you wouldn’t let me play my games.” Her grimace actually looked quite cute. “I can’t think of anything more repulsive than ruining the love we have with a useless ceremony. We’d only grow to hate each other.”

He couldn’t help but agree, but then, he still worried over her.

“Besides, you’re not good enough for me. You know how the whole county would be shocked, a common laborer marrying a noblewoman.” She took his arm graciously as they climbed out of the abandoned fortress into the daylight. Ah! There was a breeze coming from the south and west. It cleared the air and the gloom from her mind. Rebecca’s hair danced in the sunlight, every facet of it lighting with a gentle fire. Her eyes flashed more keenly. She was a woman with her mind set.

“The truth is, I am too good for you and you know it,” Duncan retorted.

“Of course you are, because you’re such a dependable and virtuous man. You should have been noble born. The brutes in my useless family don’t deserve their titles. Be that as it may, I don’t have the stomach to fight them anymore. I figure a few years away, I’ll be able to return and do exactly what I like. I’ll go to London letting my parents believe I’ll be staying with Lady Jessica—my mother’s sister. They won’t know for months that I’m on my own.”

“Then you aren’t going to stay with family?” his concern was aroused again.

“Not if I can help it. Jessica is more haughty and proud than my mother. I mean if I should just get lost…” she shrugged happily, “I think everyone would be happier—except perhaps horny Alden.”

“You’re forgetting me,” Duncan reminded her.

“Oh, as soon as I have something established, I’ll send you word. Then you can come visit me for a good fuck.”

If he could only believe that. “You know, I should stop you.”

“But you won’t. You’re the only thing here that doesn’t make me miserable. I have to leave Duncan and you need to let me go.”

He was sure she would. Many times he wanted to be done with the brat. Her temper, her stealing, the basic mess of a woman she was. Sometimes he didn’t know if had the strength needed to love her. Love? Yes, he loved her, as much as any woman. But it was perhaps no more than foolishness.

“When are you leaving?” he asked.

“Ah! I don’t know. When the moon is right some night. When my uncles are drunk and I have enough treasure to take me where I’m going. A fortnight or two perhaps,” she speculated.

“Then we’ll talk of this more before you go,” he concluded. “You give me your word?”

“I do,” she replied as sincerely as she knew how.

They walked to the edge of the wood and kissed, then separated to go their separate ways.

Rebecca left her parent’s house that very night, having made her plans many days in advance to leave when the moon was half full—she didn’t want a sky too bright or too dark by which to navigate. As she was about to slip out of the manor for the last time, she spotted her drunken Uncle Alden passed out on the parlor floor. He lay before the fire, his corpulent body a disgusting sight. Thinking she should leave some sign of her departure—something inspired to be remembered by, she decided to make her soused uncle the centerpiece of a whimsical joke. Managing to strip the man naked, she then bound his hands and feet together, hog-tying him with rope behind his back. She stuffed his woolen socks in his mouth when he awakened enough to protest her efforts. Staring at her accomplishment, she smiled, even more delighted to see that her uncle was at least half aware of what had happened to him. He stared at her from his besotted eyes, while his poor little c**k was actually beginning to become erect. Too bad she couldn’t stay and see what it might be like to torture the bastard. As it was, she couldn’t wait to put some miles between her and the contemptible inhabitants of the house where she was born. Having been sidetracked by this cruel joke, she already had some distance to make up.