What Would You Do If I Kicked You?
It had been a nice evening of reminiscing, but I’d yet to see the one face I’d been wondering about since graduation. Actually if I’m completely honest with myself, I’d been wondering for much longer than that. Isn’t it odd how certain memories burn themselves into your brain and don’t let go? Such was the case with Jack. Jack Gerard; the thought of his name alone sent shivers up and down my spine. It made me feel ridiculous; we’d not exchanged three words since the eighth grade, and then we’d not shared much but the confrontation that burned itself into my very being.
I took another sip of wine as I remembered.
In the eighth grade I had gone through a late version of the I-hate-boys stage. I yelled at them every chance I got, teased and made fun of them, reveling in my quick wit that they hadn’t quite caught up with.
I had also developed a nasty habit of kicking them when things didn’t go my way or they teased me back. I kicked hard, which often resulted in said boy whining or crying and in one instance rolling around the hall floor holding his leg. Such babies they were! Then there was Jack; he had watched it all, shook his head and walked away, which always resulted in making me feel a little silly. Something about the frowns he shot my way made me leery of kicking him.
Until that fateful day in speech class. The teacher had gone to the office for a moment and for some reason most of the class had been gone as well. I was taking advantage of her absence to bedevil one of the boys in my class. I was building to a classic finish when a quiet voice spoke from directly behind me, “Knock it off, Casey.”
I spun around at the interruption and was surprised to see Jack standing there. “Mind your own beeswax, bucko!”
“Quit being such a brat, Casey, and sit down and shut up!”
I saw red and did the one thing my gut had always warned me not to try with him. I swung my leg back to deliver a good kick to his shin.
To my utter surprise and mortification he jumped slightly backwards and grabbed my leg, pulling it up to hold it next to his hip.
I gaped at him from my position balanced precariously on one leg with the other one extended fairly high. He continued to hold my leg and watch me hop around trying to keep from falling.
He looked me straight in the eye. “Will you think twice before trying to kick me again?”
I felt a hot flush fill my cheeks and looked away while nodding slightly. He held my leg aloft for another moment then let me go. I went quickly and quietly back to my seat. The boys in the classroom hooted and hollered for Jack. I spent the rest of class in embarrassed silence.
That was the last time I kicked anyone. When I saw Jack after that I ducked quickly out of sight and watched him. I shook my head at the memory with a smile. I was dying to see if the boy from eighth grade had grown into all that masterful potential.
I sighed; it was time to stop watching for Jack and to join the mingling throng of old friends and bitter rivals. High school hierarchy was such a hoot.
It wasn’t long before I found an old group of friends and began laughing with them about old times and we were teasing each other about what had gone on since high school. It was turning into a fun evening.
I’d lost count of how many trips to the bar I’d made, but my glass was empty and in my estimation it was time for another. I grinned brightly at the bartender. “Another Merlot, please.”
“Don’t you think you ought to try water?” a deep voice asked from the barstool next to me.
I frowned and turned to look into deep chocolate brown eyes. Oh, my! He was a handsome one! The rest of him went spectacularly with those eyes. Tall and broad-shouldered with dark hair, a strong jaw, and a mouth with more than a hint of sensuality. I blinked and smiled. “I can handle it. I know my limits, besides I have a room here so there are no worries of driving while slightly… ummm… buzzed.”
He frowned. “I would say you were a bit more than slightly buzzed, since you just shared with a strange man that you’re staying here.”
I waved aside his concern with a laugh. “Don’t be silly. We all went to school together. It’s all perfectly safe! Although I’m not sure who you are.” I squinted and peered up at him again. “Who are you?”
A rich laugh boomed from his chest. “You haven’t changed a bit, Casey.”
I took my refreshed wineglass from the bartender and pouted up at the wonderfully intriguing man beside me. “No fair! You know me and I don’t know you.”
He merely smiled, plucked the wineglass from my fingers, set it on the bar, and pulled me to the dance floor after him. He had me tucked tightly to him swaying on the dance floor before I could even protest.
I frowned up at him. “You’re supposed to ask if I want to dance.”
“Yes, but you might have said no and I wanted to dance with you.” He spun me out and back, which made me clutch dizzily at his shoulders. “Definitely no more wine for you.”
I scowled. “Bossy man! Who are you anyway?”
“Jack Gerard. I’m truly hurt that you don’t remember me, Casey.” He smiled down at me.
A flush stole up my cheeks and the butterflies in my stomach must have had a heck of a mating season because there were tons of the little boogers zooming around in there. He had more than lived up to the promise he’d shown as a boy.
“Ahhhh… you do remember me.”
“Well… I… yes.”
“We didn’t speak much in high school. You ran every time you saw me as I recall.”
“I did not! We… we just didn’t move in the same circles.”
Jack grinned and pulled me closer. “At least you’re not running now.”
I smiled up at him before laying my head on his chest as our bodies moved to the music. I’d never been that good of a dancer but I seemed to have no problem following his lead.
Throughout the evening we talked, danced, and shared the events of the last fifteen years. He was a civil engineer and did a lot of traveling. I told him about the various jobs I’d held before becoming a writer. Although I didn’t tell him about everything I wrote.
The evening was a great success even if I didn’t get any more wine. Every time I got a new glass Jack found a reason to remove it from my hand and distracted me. I pretended I didn’t notice his highhandedness.
At the end of the evening Jack walked me to my room; after taking the key and opening my door, he pulled me close and kissed me. I felt his kiss zing all the way down to my toes and back up again.
When the spectacular kiss ended, the look in his eyes as he straightened turned my legs to wax. “I’ll pick you up at nine for breakfast.”
I grabbed his arm and grinned mischievously up at him. “What would you do if I kicked you?”
The answering twinkle in his eye told me he remembered that day in the eighth grade as vividly as I did. Jack leaned down and whispered in my ear, “I’d take you in that room, bare your bottom, and blister it.”
I gasped and went hot all over as he kissed my nose and started down the hall. “See you in the morning!” he called over his shoulder.
I watched him until he was gone from sight. Oh, my!
The morning found me antsy. I was eager to see Jack again and see if the magic of the evening before was more than a glitch. I also found my innate curiosity piqued beyond belief. Would he really blister my bare bottom were I to throw caution to the wind and kick him? God, I hoped so!
Jack arrived a little after nine. He kissed me lightly then took my hand and pulled me down the hall after him without a word.
“Well, good morning to you too! Are you always so chatty in the a.m.?”
He chuckled and pulled me close as we waited for the elevator. “I have a feeling that you are plenty chatty for both of us.”
“Hmmm… you wouldn’t by any chance be implying that I talk too much, would you?” I grinned up at him.
“For the moment I will refrain from comment,” he said, placing another kiss on the tip of my nose with a grin.
We sat down in the hotel dining room and ordered breakfast. I decided to experiment a tad and crossed my legs underneath the table, ‘accidentally’ kicking Jack in the process. His eyes shot to mine. “Oh, excuse me. Did I kick you? I thought it was the table leg.”
Jack gave me a thoughtful look before getting back to his fascination with the perfectly sugared cup of coffee. It was interesting to watch. He would sprinkle a very small amount in the cup, stir and taste then sprinkle a little more. Several sprinkles later he sat back with a satisfied smile.
“Wouldn’t it be quicker to start with a whole spoonful?”
“Ahhhh, but you see that’s the problem with people today. Quicker isn’t always better, Casey.”
I felt a blush begin at my ears and spread across my face as he sent me a smoldering look with that last comment.
“Yes… well… in some instances I would have to agree.” Unable to continue the heated eye contact, I busily began pleating my napkin. A strong hand came across the table to cover my fidgeting fingers.
“Relax. You’re perfectly safe… for the moment.”
I laughed as he wriggled his brows at me with a pseudo-evil leer.
I couldn’t help crossing my legs in the other direction. “Oops! Did I kick you again? I’m so sorry.”
“Mmmm… just be sure, Casey.”
I frowned as the waiter set our food before us on the table. He asked us if we needed anything else and we both declined. As soon as he was out of hearing I pounced. “Be sure of what?”
Jack sent me an enigmatic look from beneath his brows. “Be sure that you truly want the fire playing with matches can bring.”
I think that the flush spread all the way down to my pinkie toes that time, heat following quickly in its wake. Me playing with matches? The man seemed to be able to ignite flames with a glance, as well as stir the butterflies into quite a frenzy.
The rest of breakfast was a quiet affair. I was torn between wanting to strike a few more test matches and being a little afraid of the resulting fire. Jack seemed to be contemplating things of his own.
After breakfast he walked me back to my room. I let him get a little ahead of me as we approached my door; it was the moment of truth. Now or never. I took a deep breath and walked behind him, timing my steps to his, waiting for the next time he lifted his foot to take a step. The minute he did I kicked him in the center of his foot. The jarring impact didn’t hurt but it sent his leg out in a wobbly reflexive kick.
I grinned and then bumped smack into his chest as he spun around. “Ooooomppphhhh.”
Firm hands gripped my upper arms. “What did I tell you, Casey?”
“I… ummm… well… about what exactly?” I hedged, now perversely completely unsure this was what I really wanted.
“You know very well about what, young lady.”
I continued to stare at his chest, far too chicken to look up into those dreamy chocolate eyes. “It wasn’t really a kick.”
“Just like those weren’t really kicks in the restaurant?” He let go of one arm to lift my chin so I had to look at him.
Once eye contact was made I was helpless to look away. “Yes.”
“You knew what would happen if you kept pushing, didn’t you?”
I took a deep shuddering breath. “Yes.”
He stroked a hand down my cheek then stepped back. “Open the door, Casey.”
I found myself wordlessly doing as instructed. Then we were both in my room with the door closed and I was nervously swaying from one foot to the other. Terrified he would, but even more terrified he wouldn’t.
Jack seated himself on the couch in the sitting area and held a hand out to me. “Come here, Casey.”
I nervously walked to stand beside him, placing my hand trustingly in his.
Without a word he guided me across his thighs. The reality of lying face down across a man’s lap was more embarrassing than I’d ever thought it would be. I gasped as my skirt was raised to my back and the cool air hit my scantily clad bottom. His hand glided across the silk of my panties before his finger hooked in the waistband and tugged them to my knees.
I squirmed in self-consciousness as he gazed down at my naked bottom.
“What did you ask me last night, Casey?”
“I asked what you would do if I kicked you.”
“What did I tell you would happen if you did?”
I wondered briefly if the same rosy hue that filled my face had reached my bottom and squirmed again.
“I’m waiting, Casey.”
“You said… you said that you would bring me in here, bare my bottom and then blister it.” I was amazed that I had been able to say it aloud.
“What did you do this morning?”
“I… uh… might have kicked you a few times.” I gasped as his hand came down sharply on my bottom.
“Okay. I kicked you three times,” I said quickly, thinking that this was one of those occasions when haste was good.
“What did you think would happen when you kicked me?”
“I… well… I wasn’t sure.”
He sat with his hand resting lightly on my bottom and waited; soon I could stand the silence no longer.
“Well… I thought maybe… but…”
“You weren’t completely sure I’d really spank you?”
“No.” I really couldn’t believe I was having this conversation while lying across his lap with my bare backside thrust up in the air. I squirmed again and was rewarded with another stinging slap.
“What do you think now?”
“I think you really will.”
“What do you think will happen next?” The question sent shivers all across my body.
“I think you’re going to do it.”
“Do what, Casey?” The implicit demand in his voice was not to be ignored.
“You’re going to spank me.”
“Yes. Why am I going to spank you?”
Oh, god. Didn’t we just cover this? I was mortified but knew I had to answer. “Because I kicked you.”
Apparently discussion time was at an end because his hand began to fall repeatedly upon my bottom with stinging precision. I bucked and kicked as I cried out more with each resounding smack. There was definitely a fire being lit and it was a hot one. Jack covered every inch of my bottom and then went back across it a second and third time. When I was sure my butt couldn’t get any hotter he tilted me forward and delivered several stingers to the tender under curve of my posterior.
Then suddenly it was over and I was upright again, cuddled close to his chest. He’d settled me against him with my scorched bottom between his legs. Jack stroked my hair and kissed the top of my head before tilting my chin up so he could look in my eyes. “Did you find what you were looking for?”
I felt tears fill my eyes and bit my lower lip before nodding. “I think so… I hope so.”
“Don’t cry, Casey. You weren’t the only one looking.”
I looked hopefully up at him. “Really?”
Jack smiled and wiped a stray tear from my cheek. “Really, I only came to the reunion because I’ve wondered for years if you would still run at the sight of me.”
I grinned and placed kisses all along his jaw. “Nope. I kind of like the butterflies now.”
Jack laughed then pulled me tightly to him and kissed me deeply. Oh, my! That fire was really starting to burn hot. I leaned into him and hoped the hotel had some good insurance.