Monday, May 12, 2014

Lighting Her Fire




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 St. Martin, all expenses paid. She couldn’t wait to get in touch with Ethan.  They were trying to plan a vacation like this for years, but it was always about time and money.  Now the money part wasn’t going to be an issue, they had to work out the time.  There was no way she was giving up this trip.  She knew she would be able to get the time; Ethan was the problem. 

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, she was elated.  They set up a Skype interview and after passing the initial interview, she had to fly in for the final interview.  She loved the area and decided to accept a position if it was offered.  It was and two months later, she had packed up her possessions in a u-haul trailer and moved to Bailey.  She rented a little house outside of town.  It used to be a summer home but the owners no longer used it and offered a rent to own program that suited Bill Jo to a tee.  She immediately began working on her to do list and on the top of the list was to paint the outside.  She wanted it to blend into the landscape and the current color didn’t fit at all.  On the second day of painting, she somehow upset the ladder and it and the paint can tumbled to the ground.  She was able to hang on to the roof eave and somehow managed to climb onto the roof for safety.  The only problem was she was stuck with no way down.  Well, no way down until she spotted the limb of a nearby tree calling her name.  She thought she would be able to reach the limb and climb down from there.  The next thing she knew she was laying on the ground with two unfamiliar faces staring at her. 

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.