She beckoned her tipsy friend to follow suit, as she carefully tied the unwrapped condom to the railing of the truck. “Okay, you get as much of the smaller truck as you can, while I do this one,” she said and started wrapping and tying the prophylactics on anything that would hold them.
“They’re squishy and gross,” Paige giggled as she blew air into one.
“Shh!” Cassie hissed. “We only have a few minutes before the next shift change.” She glanced down at her wristwatch, which lit up at 12:25 a.m. She carefully unfolded the signs they had written with a Sharpie. “Which one?” She pointed at the two different construction paper signs.
Paige giggled and pointed to the one on the right. “That one.”
Cassie smirked and picked up the big sign that read in bold black letters:
LJ = Little Jerk
And boy, do we mean LITTLE.
She started taping it to the front of the fire truck’s window. The duct tape made a loud ripping sound when she pulled it from its roll, and they both froze in place to see if the men on call had noticed.
“We’re cool,” she called softly, and placed it as quickly as she could onto the window.
Loading her arms with several condoms blown up into assorted animal shapes, she turned to place some on the outer mirrors and the hoses.
A loud sound of a throat clearing behind her halted her movements.
Turning with the leftover rubber pieces in her arms, she turned to see the stern faces of five rather large firemen.
“Hey, Cass, do you think we should draw a small penis on this one, and call it L—” Paige stopped her comment and froze in place, her face blanching. “J?” She reddened when she looked up into the eyes of her very angry boyfriend.
Several of the firefighters grinned from ear to ear at the prank, especially when they saw the huge sign with the anatomically incorrect drawing underneath it.
“Care to tell us what you’re up to, young ladies?” Eric’s disapproving voice rumbled from the side of the station, before the lights turned on.
She winced as the brightness overstimulated her senses. “Um, um, well…” Her face heated at being caught red-handed. She looked down at the armful she carried. “They were having a sale at Walmart.” She swallowed nervously and grinned up at the other firemen, who were trying hard not to smile. “Anyone want one? You can never be too safe these days.”
LJ walked over to the sign declaring his lacking and carefully ripped it down, eying it speculatively. “Paige, is there something we need to talk about?”
“You’re a lying, backstabbing, cheating son of a bitch! I hate you! And I’m keeping that drawing of your little penis even if it’s not true!” Paige yelled angrily.
At a few of the men’s chuckles, LJ turned a cool look to them, shutting them up instantly.
“Come on, gal, let’s go get this sorted out.” He took the angry blonde gently by the elbow and steered her down the hall, and into the sleeping quarters.
“What’s this all about, Cassandra Jo?” Eric held out his hands and accepted her extras, dumping them quickly into a plastic bag.
“Paige was upset. LJ is cheating on her, and um, we wanted to get back at him.”
“Hey, cap, want us to give you some space?” another large man with dimples and a grin asked.
Eric shook his head. “Not yet, thanks, Keith. Right now, we need to get these trucks cleared off in case we get called. Sorry, guys. But speed is of the essence here.”
“We’re on it, boss.”
As the men moved to obey, he met her gaze with stern eyes, and she bravely tried to meet his stare, but found herself looking down, watching her sandals scrape back and forth.
“Um, Cass?” one man asked with a weird look on his face as he reached for one. “These aren’t,” he grimaced, “used, are they?”
“No!” She made a disgusted face at the visual. “They’re fresh out of the package. Um, sorry, guys.” She rushed to start her own cleanup, and felt a sharp slap on her backside.
“We’ll discuss this thoroughly after this place is cleaned up,” Eric said sternly.
Her throat tightened, and all she could do was nod as she made quick work of the other ties.
The bellowing laughter from another fireman caught her attention. He held a ‘doll’ made of condoms in his hand, snickering as he showed it to the other men. The LJ doll had black yarn for hair, a frown drawn in Sharpie, and a tiny pink water balloon tied to its nether regions.
The men howled in laughter, and fought over who would get to sneak it into LJ’s cupboard, until Eric growled something about professionalism.
“God, Cass, you’re hilarious,” one chortled.
“Yeah, kiddo, you should get a job as one of those comedian people who makes balloon animals.”
Eric just shook his head, disappointment etched on his features. It wasn’t fair. Everyone else thought it was funny. Everyone except the big guy with his big strong spanking hand. Yeah, she was definitely in trouble. But seeing the looks on all those guys’ faces had made it worth it. Untying another condom from a rail, she glanced over to the hallway and its closed door. Hopefully, Paige was faring better than she.
LJ sat Paige on the bed and took the chair across from her, looking confused.
“What the Sam Hill was that all about, little girl?” He clenched his jaw. The normally sweet teddy bear of a man was not looking so teddy bearish right now.
Paige shivered and ran her hands up her suddenly cold arms, and couldn’t stop the angry tears. “You are cheating on me. I saw you and her. Here.” She handed him the phone, and watched as he scrolled picture after picture.
His face lightened up, and he laughed so loud it startled her. “You silly little thing.” He leaned forward and fluffed her hair, scratching the top of her scalp, like one would a young child they were fond of. “I’m not cheating with that gal.” He sat back and smiled. “She’s the diamond expert in the next town. She helps procure special diamond sets, or fix old ones, or plan out new settings. She was helping me replicate your mama’s old wedding ring. The one she wanted to give you.”
Her hands started shaking. “She lost it a few years ago. I was so upset.” Her eyes watered even more at how much that loss had devastated both her and her mother.
“That’s why Gianna was helping me get a new one based off all the old pictures.” He smiled. “It took her a few months and a lot of traveling and communication with her overseas friends, but we finally got it worked out.”
He pulled out the tiny box, and her heart stopped. “This was supposed to be a surprise. This weekend, I would have given it you out in the gazebo. I was going to talk to Cassie tomorrow, and ask her to help me plan something cool, like balloons and music and stuff.” He shrugged.
Her heart soared as the big man smiled down at her with love in his eyes. “But,” his eyes clouded over, “I’m very disappointed in you. Why didn’t you talk to me instead of doing such a foolhardy and mean thing?”
“I’m sorry, LJ. I got angry and a little carried away.” She looked at her hands fidgeting in her lap and sniffled.
His eyebrow rose.
“Okay, a lot carried away. I’m sorry, honey. I should have talked to you. I just thought you and that woman were, were…” She burst into tears and flung herself into his big arms.
He held her tightly on his lap, wrapping her entire body in his warm one. “Shh, shh, darlin’, I love you. It’s okay.”
“Do you still want to marry me?” She looked up at him, pleading him with her eyes.
“Of course,” he kissed her nose and forehead, “but you’re going to be punished.”
“Okay.” She whimpered at the thought of whatever horrible punishment he would come up with. But if it allowed him to forgive her, she would accept it. She snuggled into his arms. Besides, she did feel pretty crappy for trashing the fire station. And for agreeing to make the small LJ dolls and signs. That was pretty mean of them.
“Come on, Buffalo Gal.” He helped her to her feet and led her to the door. “First, you’re going to clean up your mess while I talk to the captain, then you’ll take your punishment.”
“Yes, sir.” She nodded and squeezed his hand.
“All right, ladies. Why are you in this position?” Eric asked the two women as they stood side by side in the corner. Their hands were behind their backs, and they held their t-shirts up over their pantie-clad bottoms as they tried not to fidget.
It was an adorable sight, watching the sweet young women press their noses into each side of the wall, appearing contrite and repentant. They would look even better once they reddened their sweet little bottoms. Eric had been surprised when LJ had brought up the idea himself. He had planned on taking Cassie to a quiet area, and spanking her bare bottom in private.
But LJ had suggested that since their troublemaking efforts had happened together, so should their punishment. And maybe the embarrassment of the tandem spanking would make them think twice before going into something so foolish again.
Both women shuffled their feet.
“I’m sorry, Eric,” Cassie said first. “I jumped into this without thinking.”
“Do you understand what could have happened if there had been a fire or an accident, young ladies?” LJ said sternly from the other side of the room.
“It could have taken precious minutes off our arrival time,” Eric added. “The truck could have gotten into an accident. People could have been hurt.”
They both sniffled at the men’s words, and hung their heads, finally understanding the enormity of the situation.
“I’m very disappointed in you, Cassandra Jo,” Eric said. “Will you think things through, and confront the issue next time, instead of playing a prank without thinking about it first?”
“And I’m disappointed in you, Paige Erin.” LJ echoed Eric’s words toward Paige. “Next time, come to me, little girl.”
“Cassie,” Eric continued, “your actions toward LJ were especially vindictive and disrespectful.”
LJ snorted and tried not to laugh.
“I’m sorry about the small penis stuff,” Cassie said sadly. “Um, for what it’s worth, Paige said it’s not true at all.”
Both men had to fight hard not to smile at that point. They needed to get this punishment done, before they both got wrapped around the fingers of the adorably pouting, miserable women.
“All right, let’s get this over with. Are you ready to accept your spankings?” Eric asked.
Both sighed and nodded their heads mournfully. “Yes, sir,” they echoed.
“You may come out of the corner,” LJ said.
Each woman trudged slowly to stand in front of her respective man; both were sitting on straight-back chairs on separate sides of the room. Eric at least wanted to pretend there was a little privacy here. And he didn’t want to share the beautiful site that was his naked Cassie, with anyone else. Once her legs started kicking, she was sure to give off quite the show. He frowned, and shifted his chair so she would be positioned away from the other man’s eyes. He smiled when he saw LJ had done the same thing. Great minds must think alike.
He stood Cassie in between in his legs, as LJ maneuvered a very subdued Paige over his lap.
“Are you ready for this?” he asked Cassie quietly.
She bit her lip and flinched when she heard the first steady smacks LJ gave Paige’s bare bottom.
“Come on, over my lap, naughty girl.”
Cassie couldn’t help it; she turned to take a quick peek at Paige and LJ. Oh, my gosh, her poor friend’s bottom was getting pink fast.
The loud sound of a hand meeting her best friend’s bare flesh echoed through the room, and Paige squealed.
“Come on, Cass. You got yourself into this mess.” Eric motioned for her to lie over his lap.
She pressed herself over his hard lap, and felt him peel her panties down to her thighs. The cool air rushed between her cheeks. The smacks and groans coming from Paige’s side of the room overwhelmed her.
The first heated swat on her own bottom shook her out of her daze. Again and again his hard palm came crashing down onto her bare cheeks. She shifted and tried to wiggle off his lap.
“Yeowch!” she shrieked when he swept up under her bottom, contacting fully with her upper thighs and cheeks.
“Hold still, little girl. We’ve only just started,” he said, and placed his leg over hers, pinning her in place.
As her spanking intensified, and the harsh pinpricks of a thousand bees attacked her poor bottom, she howled and moaned and wiggled.
She looked up and saw the tear-streaked eyes of her best friend, whose bottom was now starting to look as red as the reddest apples at the apple festival. She looked positively miserable. They locked eyes and nodded at each other, sharing a glance that said they accepted this, and knew why they were there. They were being punished, and even though it was going to hurt like the dickens, it felt right.
She released the tension in her body, and sagged against his legs. He spanked her harder and harder, for what seemed like forever, as her tears fell freely. When it was finally over, both men had sat them on their laps, and comforted and held them as they both cried their eyes out.
Her bottom ached worse than ever in her life. But as she sat on Eric’s lap, feeling his safe comforting embrace, she saw the love between LJ and Paige as they snuggled together across the room. She wondered if she and Eric would ever share that kind of love.
Eric led the sniffling little blonde into the small two-bunk bedroom on the far side of the firehouse, and sat down on the bottom bunk, pulling her to sit next to him. “You okay, Cass?”
She nodded and wiped a tear from her cheek. “Yeah, sorry about that.”
“Thank you for apologizing to LJ. He’s the one who needed it more.” He kissed her forehead.
“Sometimes I don’t think.” She shrugged miserably. “I just react, and do stupid stuff. But you’re the first person to call me on it.”
“I don’t agree,” he said, pulling a long tendril of blond hair over her ear.
She peeked up at him through long dark eyelashes, seeming confused and tired. “You don’t agree about what?”
“Your ideas aren’t stupid, Cassie. They are brilliant, energetic, and very entertaining. Except for the occasional guy who gets called out for having a little member,” he gently scolded, smiling as he did.
She laughed, just the reaction he had hoped for, as her eyes lightened and her lips tilted up in a curve of a smile.
“I think you have a very creative mind,” he continued. “And it’s dangerous to leave something like that untapped. You could do some tremendous good for this community if you used your mind for something positive instead of for pranks.”
“Like what?” The adorable way she leaned forward on his knee and bit her lower lip made him want to hold her forever and make all her worries go away. Anything to get her smiling again.
“Well, I don’t know what the jobs are out there, specifically, but I bet you’d be pretty doggone good at some sort of event planning, or party hosting, or social benefit.”
She gasped and sat straight up. “My mom used to do charity benefits!”
“That sounds fantastic.”
Her face clouded over, and she slumped with a sigh. “Nah. Mom was the beauty queen, she was perfect. I would never be able to do something like she did.”
“I’m not asking you to do the same thing,” He tilted her chin until she met his eyes. “I’m asking you to consider doing something you’re good at, with Cassie flair and energy. Something positive for the people and the community. Something fun that would help and that would benefit from your very own incredibly creative mind.” He grinned and flicked her leg. “I’ve heard of some of your stunts, little girl. Having all of your girlfriends pretend the mayor’s wife was naked?”
She glared at him. “She wasn’t the mayor’s wife back then! She was just a selfish snob, and she deserved it.”
She was so adorable when she got that look on her face. It was a cross between a pout and a defiant ‘go to heck’ frown. He loved it. It made him want to kiss her plump pouting lips, and turn her over his knee for being an irresistible brat.
“You have quite the flair for drama.” He grinned. “That kitty birthing on the phone with the telemarketer.”
She flushed with pride and giggled.
“The shapes in that farmer’s field, when you got everyone to believe aliens had landed.”
She laughed and stood up. “That took me and my girlfriends all night! But it was worth it. He stopped setting his dog on us after that.”
“You are a special young woman, Cassie Stevens. I think you have only tapped the surface of where your creativity can take you. But it’s up to you.” He stood up with her. “Do you want to be known as the town prankster, or as someone who brings positive energy to the community?”
“The last one.” She scuffed her sandals and mumbled uncomfortably.
There was the Cassie he knew he could count on. She was competitive and strong. Once she put her mind to this, there would be no stopping her.
“Good. Then here’s what we’re going to do. Your homework assignment is to brainstorm possible ideas for an event. Something that will benefit a person or group. Write it all out, plan your contingencies, and what you will need to succeed. Report back to me, and we’ll set it in motion.”
“Okay.” She grinned and bobbed her head excitedly. “What’s the timeline?”
He hoped he wasn’t coming on too strongly, but the way she accepted his direction—seeming completely happy and at ease with it—made him think he was doing the right thing.
“Let’s have the event by late October at the latest.”
“Perfect! Thanks so much.” She squeezed him into the tightest bear hug he had received in a long time.
“What was that for?” he asked as she nuzzled into his shoulder.
“No one’s ever believed in me or pushed me before.” She sobered. “Thanks.”
If it took a little pushing to keep that sad look off her face, he would be doing a heck of a lot more pushing in the future. “Of course I believe in you, sweet little thing.” He stroked the top of her head, pulling her in for a soft kiss. “You’re such a good girl.”
She snuggled contentedly into his chest, and as much as he wanted to kiss her sweet lips more, he had to admit this was pretty nice too. She ground into his lap, and started nibbling on the tips of his ears. Oh, God. He felt himself stir against her bottom. He wanted to take her right then and there. No, his first time with Cassie was not going to be in a shared room in a dusty firehouse.
“Stop, honey.” He gently placed her on her feet as she groaned. “This isn’t the right time or place.” The hurt look on her face had him explaining quickly. “Cassie, I want nothing more than to bend you over that bed, rip off all your clothes, and claim you as my own.”
Her cheeks flushed, and her chest heaved with large breaths. “But?”
“But.” He stood and kissed her forehead. “I like you. A lot. I don’t want to rush things.”
“You’ve already seen my naked ass twice!” she fumed angrily.
“And a lovely shade of pink and red it was.” He grinned. “But when I make love to you for the first time, it will be in my bed, in my home. And we’ll have a nice dinner, and wine. And we’ll talk.”
“This is that whole be prepared thing again, isn’t it?” She pouted and placed her hands on her hips.
He laughed. “Yeah, something like that. I want our first time together to be meaningful. Trust me, okay? I’ll make it worth your while.” He waggled his eyebrows at her.
“Could we at least kiss a little more?” She swayed her hips provocatively and batted her long dark eyelashes.
“All right, little girl. But don’t press your luck, or I’ll warm up your bottom good and proper.”
“But I’m still sore,” she pouted.
“Then be a good girl, and come kiss me.”
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