Billie Jo was so excited when she got the call she won the radio contest. The prize was a ten-day trip for two to
He was a paramedic/fireman and his schedule was set weeks/months
in advance. Although he was, by no
means, the lowest man on the totem pole, he wasn’t the captain either. He was a no-nonsense kind of guy so anything not above exactly by the books was out of the question.
No-nonsense kind of guy didn’t even begin to cover it. She met him when she moved to Bailey. She had been a city dweller most of her life
and when she graduated from college she determined she wanted to live in a less
urban area. She applied for jobs in
school districts in rural areas and when she heard from the Platte County
Unified School
District
Enter Ethan Wentworth.
That was the first time she met him.
Once determined there was nothing broken, they wanted to transport her
to the hospital. She refused to go and
although he and his partner tried to convince her otherwise, she remained
steadfast. He shook his head and started
packing up their equipment. They made
her sign a release and they were on their way back to the station.
The next time she met him was at a local blood drive. He and several of his associates were there
to assist the local Boy Scout troop collecting food for their upcoming food
drive. She went over and introduced herself.
He remembered her and asked if she had climbed any trees lately. Before she left that day, he asked her on a
date.
Ethan swept Billie Jo off her feet. He was less than six feet but not by
much. He had dirty blond hair that
curled over his collar and around his ears, with hazel eyes and wide shoulders,
a muscled torso and a butt that fit into well-worn jeans that looked as if they
were sculpted to him. When he opened the car door for her and buckled her into
the seat, she caught a whiff of his cologne that hinted of sandalwood and spice.
He took her to the county fair and they spent the day playing the carny games,
riding the rides and eating fair food.
He couldn’t believe she could eat all that junk and still be the size
she was, but he loved it. She was in
great lust. After a full day of sniffing his manly scent and eyeing that
scrumptious body, she was ready to jump him, or jump out of her skin. He was driving her crazy and he was being
the perfect gentleman, attentive and patient.
Damn him, she thought to
herself, why doesn’t he make a move.
Doesn’t he like me?
Little did she know, she was having the same effect on
him. He loved the look of her. She reminded
him of what they used to call an All American Girl. Her long brown hair glistened in the sunlight;
and her green eyes glinted with mischief. She had the cutest smile and her
naturally tanned skin told him she enjoyed being outdoors. Her short unpainted,
raggedy fingernails showed she did things other than lounging around a pool,
things like painting her house. He loved
the clean smell of her – she smelled like soap and not some cloying
fragrance. I don’t want to push too hard too fast, but damn I’m having a tough
time keeping my hands from touching her, he had to keep reminding himself.
Seven dates later, he still had not kissed her. He would
hold her hand but that’s as far as it went. That night she took matters into
her own hands. When he came to the door,
she grabbed him inside and began physically attacking him. She practically
climbed up his body and whispered directly into his ear the things she planned
on doing to his body.
“Whoa, girl. What’s
going on here?”
“I’m tired of waiting for you to take this to the next
level.”
“Let’s get something straight, Billie Jo. I am always the man in any relationship and I
call the shots. You’ll have a say but I’ll make the decision when we take this
to the next level and anything else that comes along.”
“Oooh, I like that.
Domineering. I bet you are a fierce lover.”
“I can be.”
“Fierce or domineering?”
“Both and not just in the bedroom.” She felt his eyes boring into her and leaving
her feeling naked and defenseless. He
slapped her ass and told her to behave herself.
She recalled that conversation as if it were yesterday
instead of ten years ago. He made her
wait two more dates before they made love.
He was as domineering and fierce as she expected both in and out of the
bedroom. She soon learned he was in
charge and when she overstepped her bounds, she found herself over his knee.
Once they were married, they were always bare bottomed spankings and she swore
that for the first year, she had a permanently sore red tush.
She knew he loved her fiercely and for the most part was
able to have everything she wanted. She
need only approach things in a calm, respectful manner. Billie Jo was a very spirited gal and it was
not always easy to maintain that attitude when it was something she really
wanted. This trip to St.
Martin was one of those things.
The first thing Ethan did when he came home from the station
was hop into the shower. He always said
it cleansed his body and his mind of the travails of the day. Today, when he stepped out of the shower she would
be waiting for him, poising seductively and wearing his favorite teddy.
Ethan saw her and knew something was up, and decided to play
along with the game.
“What’s up, Babe?”
“Nothing, sweetie. I
really missed you today.”
“Are you sure there isn’t anything wrong?”
“Wrong, no, nothing.”
“Is there something you need to tell me?”
“Why would you think that?
Honey, you wound me. I just want
my husband and here you are accusing me of trying to manipulate you.”
“I’m sorry I accused you,” he said as he moved toward the
bed. He lay down beside her and took her
in his arms. She told him to roll over
and she would relieve some of the tension in his shoulders.
“The shower helped that, but I do need some attention in
other areas,”
She received the message loud and clear as she spied him
moving his hips in a suggestive manner. She moved down the bed to take care of
her husband’s tension. Once his tension
was relieved, they continued their dance.
“That was incredible, Babe.
Thank you for making my day.”
“Sweetheart, you are more than welcome.”
He hopped off the bed and watched her lay there, relaxed and
stretching, thinking she had pulled one over on him. Here
comes the fun part.
“So Babe, Jake was listening to the radio this morning and
heard that someone named Billie Jo Wentworth was the winner of their most
recent contest. Isn’t it ironic there
are two people with the exact same name?”
He watched her eyes widen and instead of stretching, she
began squirming.
“So honey, isn’t that ironic?”
“Damn you, you knew already and yet still strung me along.”
“Honey, I gave you more than one opportunity to come clean,
didn’t I? Besides, I love watching you
go through your antics and I loved the hummer, but you know you have a spanking
coming for lying, don’t you?”
“Oh, Babe, I didn’t really lie.”
“Don’t make it worse on yourself, Sweetie. Do you want to get it over with now or wait
til later?
She sighed. “Later,”
hoping that maybe he would forget, not that he ever had.
Her evening was now ruined. She hated that she had chosen to
wait until later, she should have just agreed and now it would be over. Dinner was quiet, and when they sat down to
watch TV later, he asked her about the prize. She gave him as many details as
she knew holding the catch until the last.
When she finally told him the trip had to be completed by the end of
April, he knew why she hadn’t blurted everything out right away. He knew he
would make it work, no matter what he had to do to get the time. This trip was a dream come true and Ethan
loved Billie Jo and couldn’t let her down but that didn’t mean he wouldn't make
her squirm a little longer.
“Sweetheart, you know getting time off on such short notice
is difficult.”
“I know, but I really want to go on this trip and I have to tell
you, I’m not letting it slip through our fingers.”
“What are you saying, Babe?” he asked.
“I’m saying I’m going on that trip. I want you to go with me, but one way or the
other I’m going.”
“I sure hope that’s not a threat.”
“No threat, just a fact,” she told him.
“Well, here’s another fact.
It’s time and you know the drill.”
He watched her trudge to the bedroom as if she was walking
the last mile. When he came in, he found
her sitting on the bed waiting for him.
Their last conversation was going to make this a little easier. His resolve to spank her had lessened the
longer the evening wore on. However, her
last little bit of defiance, the spunk he loved, toughened his resolve.
He sat down on the bed and told her why she was being
spanked, and then asked if she had anything to say. When she nodded her head no, he pulled her
over his lap. He always began the
spanking over clothes and as the spanking progressed, he would first either
lift her skirt or lower her jeans, and then finally would lower her panties.
That was her signal that the real spanking was about to begin in earnest. Tonight was no exception, she swore his hand
was as tough as a plank of wood and she would feel the fire he lit in her
bottom every time she sat down tomorrow.
When he was finished, he held her, comforted her and then tucked her
into bed. When he climbed in next to
her, she cuddled into him and fell into a blissful sleep.
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He let her squirm for another ten days before he told her he
had managed to get the time they needed to make the trip. The day they boarded the plane bound for St. Martin , he told her that his reward for putting up
with the haranguing he had to take at the station about being pussy whipped, was that he would spank her every single day of their trip.
“Well, then I guess we won’t be visiting Orient Beach
“Why not?”
“Because I don’t want everybody seeing your handprints on my
bare ass.”
“That’s okay, because I don’t want anybody seeing your bare
ass anyway,” and settled back into his seat for the long flight thinking about
her bare ass in that bikini she had tucked away in their luggage.
