Pulling Up Stakes- Part Three

It was late by the time Mary Beth returned home from the dance.  Marcus was asleep in a chair on the porch.  She didn’t disturb him and went around back and returned to her room the way she left.  She undressed and hopped into bed. Sleep was a long time coming – she’d had a blast at the dance with no lack of partners.  She’d had to fend off some unwanted advances, and she could only assume it was in direct relation to her decolletage.  She had planned on being with Marcus and figured she would be safe, and then he got all macho and she felt she needed to make a stand.  She was shocked he hadn’t taken the bait and followed her to the dance. Most of the guys she had dated would have done so after finding the note which eliminated them from her list of possibles.  Chalk one up for Marcus. 

She had to admit to herself she loved his dominance, craved it actually – it was what she had been looking for in a man. Together they were volatile, and a relationship other than friendship with him would not be boring, and she looked forward to exploring the possibilities.  She drifted off to sleep with dreams of Marcus as the hero in the many romance novels she had read – novels where the hero sweeps in and takes the heroine exactly where she wants to go – kicking, screaming and smiling all the way.

When Marcus woke, he was stiff as a board.  One look at the sky told him it would soon be daylight.  Damn her, where was she was his first thought.  Both front and back doors were locked. No sense ringing the doorbell, she had dismantled it for Halloween. He dialed her cell phone, and it went straight to voice mail.  He called the police department to see if there had been any overnight accidents and a quick check of the hospitals told him she wasn’t listed on the roster. ‘When I get hold of her, her ass is going to be as red as the sun that was now coming up.’

He took a shower and readied himself for work.  Before leaving, he went back to Mary Beth’s again and banged on the door, loud and long.  He could hear footsteps coming down the stairs and a voice yelling that she was coming to hold on.

“This better be damned important,” were the words that flew out of her mouth as she opened the door.

So relieved to find her safe and sound that even dressed in a tee-shirt and undies, her hair all askew and sheet marks on her face, he wanted to kiss her till her toes curled and then take her over his knee and spank that saucy butt until she begged for mercy before taking her back to her bed and screwing her until they were both sated and spent. Instead, he found himself being berated for making so damn much noise.

“That does it,” he said.  He grabbed hold of the finger that was beating his chest and pushed her inside, closing the door behind him. Hd hauled her over his shoulder and carried her up the stairs, pounding on her backside with every step.  She wasn’t able to get in any meaningful kicks, but her fingernails raked the skin on his back, and he was sure her voice could be heard within a hundred mile radius as she called him every colorful adjective he’d ever learned and some he’d remember to add to his repetoire.

Dropping her down on her bed, he pulled her across his one knee while his other leg encased hers.  He reached down and grabbed the leather sandal that was on the floor with one hand while his other bunched up her panties into the crack of her ass. He couldn’t help but admire her spunk considering she was about to get blistered but good.  He looked up and saw them both in the mirrored closet doors  - what a sight.  Her hair hanging down covering her face,  butt high on his knee, his hand raised and holding the sandal - it was a sight he wished he could capture in a picture. 

The sound of leather connecting with flesh echoed around the room.  Mary Beth was still cursing at him and promising revenge until the fourth strike of the leather landed and took away her breath.  Marcus was cutting her no slack.  She never imagined that damned little sandal could possibly inflict that much pain. She was writhing around the best she could as spank after spank was delivered causing her lily white flesh to turn the prettiest shade of pink.  Trying to do anything to make him stop, she reached down and pinched his leg so hard she felt him flinch.  The only thing that little stunt accomplished was to know the feel of the sandal on heretofore pristine thighs.  She wailed as he connected slap after slap on virgin territory.

Marcus hoped that by now some of the fight might have been spanked out of Mary Beth, but when he felt her teeth bite into his thigh, he knew he was wrong.  Worried that she would be bruised if he continued to use the sandal, he dropped it to the floor and used his hand to continue the spanking.  Flesh on flesh brought the spanking to another level.  His shaft was rock hard and when his hand connected with Mary Beth’s inner thigh, it came away wet with her honey. 

His hand went back to the fleshiest part of her bottom and began dereasing the strength and the tempo of his spanks. Mary Beth sensed the change.  She relaxed her body and when his hand lingered on her reddened bottom and his fingers stroked her thighs and explored her wetness she emitted a low moan. 

“Have you had enough?” he asked in that low sexy voice.

“Enough of what?” she replied.  He couldn’t help but snicker and he hoped she didn’t hear him.

“Enough spanking.”

“Oh yes, definitely enough spanking for which you are going to pay dearly. Now can we go on to other things.”

“There will be no other things – not now anyway.  I have to get to work and besides naughty girls don’t get rewarded until they apologize.  Are you ready to apologize for your behavior last night?”

“Are you ready to admit you were being a jackass about the dress?”  He reached down and picked up the sandal.

“Maybe we’re not done after all.”  He watched as her eyes widened and her body tensed. “Texas Rangers, retired or not, don’t give up until the job is done.” 

Mary Beth ran into the bathroom and locked the door.  She heard him laughing as he walked down the stairs and out the door.  Rubbing the sting out of her ass, she looked in the mirror and said to herself – ‘I want that man.’