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Jo seemed to be getting very good at getting Jack very angry very quickly. He didn’t used to be like that. He used to be gentle and sweet-tempered and spoke to her in a syrupy sort of voice.
The confusing thing to her was she didn’t know if she liked him better now or then. Now he was rough around the edges and seemed so firm—which, she hated to admit, was arousing her immensely. The passion in his words and his every move radiated through her, and unfortunately, also radiated between her legs. It was turning her on so much that she felt like everything below her heart was also throbbing.
Still, she didn’t know what a spanking from this ‘New Jack’ would be like, and she wasn’t very keen on finding out. After she finished brushing her teeth with a spare she’d found under the sink, she decided that she was going to tiptoe into the bedroom, see what Maggie had wisely packed in her bag, and then go and maybe cook up some hot apple cider and eventually try to calm the beast when she next saw him.
She would then spend the rest of the day hoping to get him aroused—to get him thinking that she wasn’t a little girl anymore. All he would have to do is open his eyes and let go of his instincts. Just for a moment. And then, she would have her shot.
She wrapped a towel tightly around her, clutched the pile of her dirty clothes to her chest, and then slowly opened the door and listened. She didn’t hear anything, not even a footfall. He was probably looking around the Chevy outside, burning off some steam in the snow.
But as soon as she stepped out into the hallway, she found that she was very much mistaken. Jack was right in front of her, arms folded, looking very expectant. Heartbeat racing again, she gasped and stepped quickly back into the bathroom, hoping to shut the door on him again.
He was too quick for her. He caught the door with his shoulder and grabbed her body to him. Her dirty clothes were scattered everywhere as she tried to force him to loosen his hold on her without relinquishing the cover of her towel.
She wasn’t very good at fending him off. As she tried to whack him away from her with a fury of slaps to his arms and chest, she suddenly found her body over his shoulder. “Jack!” she complained with fervor, trying to roll off his shoulder to no avail. “Stop it!” When it looked like he wouldn’t, and he carried her to the couch in the living room, she shrieked, “Put me down!”
And he did. He obviously didn’t want to spend any time talking and put off the spanking he had promised her. In no time at all, he had put her feet on the ground, sat down, and pulled her across his knees. “I’m twenty-two, Jack. I’m too old for this,” she quickly began to remind him as she put her hands protectively over her bottom. “I can drink, I’m out of college, I’m—”
“You’re never too old for a spanking, Jo,” he assured firmly as he took her hands and pinned them to the small of her back. Worse still, she realized a moment later, her humiliating journey over his shoulder and her even more undignified placement over his knee had caused her towel to ride up nearly to her waist, leaving her backside almost entirely exposed.
She was over Jack Fawkes’ lap with her bottom bare for a spanking.
Then, before she could even fully process her situation, the first swat landed.
She gasped. The horrible episode she had locked away in her memory didn’t even begin to compare. She was in shock at what was happening until he had probably spanked five times, at which point she finally found her voice. “Jack! Please! Stop it!” She kicked her legs wildly. She even brought her feet up, hoping that she was flexible enough to block his hands with her toes.
That didn’t work. Instead, her towel came unfurled from her efforts. She gasped and struggled and cried at this new development, feeling like she was going to die of humiliation before this was over. He merely shifted, letting the towel fall to the floor.
Then she felt him adjust her position so her head was even closer to the ground and her legs were locked underneath one of his. There was nothing she could do now but lie there, naked.
And beg. She could still beg.
“Jack, Jack, I’m sorry! I really, really, really am!”
“Not as sorry as you’re about to be,” he guaranteed between his teeth. It didn’t sound to her like he was rejoicing at seeing her naked like he had in her fantasies. This just sounded like he was finally taking care of a chore that had needed doing for a while.
She shrieked sharply at the indecency as he resumed the spanking. “No, no, no, no!” she begged, trying to free her hands from his grip to provide some cover. “Jack, I’m naked! Stop!”
“Maybe this will make you actually think next time,” he replied. She couldn’t detect a single thread of sympathy in his voice as he peppered every inch of her ass with searing swats.
The pain was intolerable. It seemed to get worse every second, and not just with every spank, but from every throb between every spank. She wished that there was some secret she could give up to stop this torment, but there wasn’t. This was punishment, pure and simple.
The first time Jack spanked her, she had been so overwhelmed by the whole episode that she hadn’t really focused on all the details of it. There were a lot of things at play—the cold outside and the fact that her friends were watching, among others—that she didn’t even think about the embarrassment of him seeing her in just her panties. But despite the scorching sting that continued to build in her bottom, this time her mind did find time to consider the view Jack was getting of her bare ass—and with her kicking and struggling, probably everything else between her legs too.
Jack had been the first man to even see her panties and no other man had since, and she didn’t even have those to cover her now. She cringed as she thought how her flesh must be jiggling with each swat, how every imperfection would be highlighted by the moment, the room’s light…
But he didn’t sound disgusted as he scolded her while bringing his rough hand down on her quivering behind over and over again. He simply sounded resolved. She remembered then that he didn’t think he was spanking a woman; he was chastising a mischievous little girl. When she focused on his words, she heard, “…One thing on top of the other! You should be ashamed of yourself! If I ever have reason to assume you’ve been taking your own life into your hands again, I swear I will make this look like a picnic. I will take a switch to you, do you understand me?”
Jack was trying to focus on his lecture. He needed to teach her this lesson even though the darker parts of his mind—not to mention his painfully throbbing cock—demanded that he simply stick a finger between the lightly bouncing pink flesh before him to see if she was anywhere near as aroused as he was. But there would be time for that later, and whether she was turned on or not made little difference to their future—and yes, they were going to have a future, and he would continue to spank her all through that future whether she liked it or not. As her wails turned into the sound of her choking back sobs, he was still resolved to make sure he got the message across.
She finally broke into tears, and he slowed down, then stopped a moment later. He rubbed her bottom, feeling so hard he thought he might come if her hip even shifted towards him. She didn’t argue as he ran his fingers soothingly over her skin, which was bright red and radiating heat.
“Are you going to think next time?” he asked sternly over her sniffling.
“Yes,” she said, nearly inaudibly.
“I’d prefer not having to do that again, Jo, but I will if I have to,” he told her, and then words died in his throat as he caught a glimpse of the wetness pooling between her legs.
Not just a little bit. She was so wet that her thighs were glistening with it.
His cock twitched uncomfortably, and he stilled, trying not to come in his pants like he was a teenager. It felt like the hardest thing in the universe to help her off his lap, but he did.
Jo got up, trying to pull the towel up with her, and he saw that her face was flushed and wet with tears. She didn’t meet his eye, but she looked so awkward and uncertain that he found himself standing up and closing his arms tightly around her. He picked her up and pulled her onto the bed with him, then sat her on his lap. She winced uncomfortably as her bare bottom rubbed against his pants, but when he pulled her into a tight embrace she didn’t fight him.
She didn’t move or say anything. She just let her breathing slowly return to normal.
And then suddenly it looked like her crying was about to start up again.
“Shh,” he cooed. “It’s over, Jo. It’s over. Don’t hate me.”
“Leave me alone,” she sobbed, sounding heartbroken.
No other words could have made him feel worse. But he just held her tighter. “No. I’m not leaving you alone this time. I’m not going anywhere,” he informed stubbornly. He tried not to let his tone let in on how much dread he felt. Had he ruined his chances? Again?
She bowed her head, not looking up at him. “What do you want?” she whined miserably. “What do you want from me?”
He swallowed. “I want to get through to you, is all,” he explained, leaning over her and rubbing her back soothingly. “I didn’t spank you that hard, did I? What’s wrong?”
A long moment passed in which she seemed to be considering her answer, then she finally said in a voice so dejected it broke his heart all over again, “You think I’m just some stupid kid.”
He snorted at that ridiculous notion. “Hardly,” he assured. “What I think is that you’re a gorgeous, strong, stubborn woman who needs a little firm-handed guidance from time to time.”
“If you didn’t think of me as a kid, you wouldn’t have spanked me,” she replied, clearly unconvinced.
He couldn’t help but grin. “Honey, my brother has spanked his wife since the first week he met her and I’m pretty sure my dad spanked my mom when she needed it too. You know how I said you were never too old for a spanking?”
She didn’t answer, but she seemed to be listening at least.
He continued, “Well, it’s true. I imagine you’ll need one on occasion even when you’re Maggie’s age. What I don’t want to happen is what happened the last time I did this. You pushed me away, and I don’t want that to happen again. I want you in my life.”
Her body straightened and stilled in his lap, and she finally met his gaze with fire in her eyes. “I don’t want to be your friend, Jack,” she snapped. “I don’t want you in my life as a father figure, and I have enough friends, and I don’t need or want ‘guidance’ from any of them.”
There was silence as they looked hard at each other for a long time. “I don’t want to be just your friend, Jo,” he clarified, reaching around to put a hand on her hip. “I want you… to be mine.”
Even as pessimistic as Jo was feeling, the desire in Jack’s voice was undeniable. His face was getting closer to hers, and she wondered if her heart would beat right out of her chest. One of his hands came up to her jaw and he petted her cheek with his thumb as he leaned in to kiss her.
It was surreal. She couldn’t have looked her best, her sexiest, her most confident, and she couldn’t believe he was still going to kiss her. She had wanted it for so long, and at last the moment was here. She felt nothing but her burning, throbbing bottom and off-the-charts arousal, and now Jack Fawkes was kissing her.
And he tasted fantastic. His kiss was hard, passionate, and perfect. Clumsily, she reached up and slung her arms around his neck, never wanting this moment to end.
Jack didn’t think he had ever felt so much like a man as he did at that very moment. Jo’s skin was so soft to his touch. Her smell and taste were so good, so perfect. He was leaning more over her now, feeling her body relax and surrender as he stroked her bare thigh with his large hand. He was going to take her—right then, right there. He was living his dream.
But suddenly, she started pushing away from him, not violently, but carefully. He parted his lips from hers to look at her, trying to guess what might be wrong. Her expression wasn’t angry or shocked, only bashful; her cheeks burned red with embarrassment.
“I’ve… I’ve never done this before,” she said, clearly choosing her words carefully.
He looked at her with a blank stare for a moment, then suddenly understood. “You’re a virgin?” he asked, thinking that she was just going to laugh and shake her head. After all, how could a sex kitten like Jo Menard be a virgin?
She looked down. “I’m sorry…” she mumbled, obviously nervous and embarrassed.
“It’s not a bad thing at all,” he assured her, kissing her forehead gently.
Her face crumpled.
He was about to ask what was wrong, but then it hit him. He’d kissed her like a woman a moment ago, then she’d told him she was a virgin, and his response was to kiss her like a doting grandfather would kiss a six-year-old who had just told him how well she was doing in first grade.
Jack had a decision to make, he realized, and he made it almost instantly.
This was not the time to play the gentleman. This was the time to take what was his.
Leaning forward, he fisted Jo’s hair, pulled her close, and kissed her like a man kisses a woman he’s about to fuck until she forgets her own name and screams his until her throat is sore.
She tensed, and for a second he wondered if he’d read her wrong, but then her body melted into his as she returned the kiss. When he pulled back at last, she seemed to consider what to say, but he didn’t give her the chance. He just claimed her mouth again, even more deeply this time.
With his lips still locked with hers, he lifted her from his lap and stood up all in one motion. He carried her into the bedroom, tossed her on the bed on her back, and climbed on top of her before even undressing. Then he went back to kissing her, first on her lips and then moving lower.
She moaned as his mouth engulfed one of her nipples while his fingers teased the other, and by the time he was finished both of her perfect pink buds were so stiff they must be aching.
Then her clit got the same treatment, and she moaned for him.
It wasn’t a sound his fantasy version of Joanna Menard would have ever uttered. He’d imagined her as his sex kitten for years but never really thought her as anything but innocent.
This wasn’t innocent. It was low, urgent, and desperately needy.
His sex kitten was in heat.
He all but tore off his pants—she could sew the button on later wearing nothing but an apron with her ass still red and her pussy still sore, he decided—and he might have actually torn his boxers in his rush to get them off. Then he rubbed the tip of his unbearably hard cock against her sopping wet slit as he tried to restrain himself from taking her virginity in a single brutal thrust.
Leaning down, he whispered in her ear. “Do you want me to be gentle?”
Another moan was all the answer he needed.
He drove into her, burying himself fully inside her before her scream even reached his ears, and ignored her fingernails clawing his back as she came all over his mercilessly thrusting cock.
Jack knew he should stop now, take her in his arms, and cuddle her gently. This was her first time, after all, and he needed to get ahold of himself before he scared her away forever.
Then she moaned again and he lost whatever paltry amount of control he’d had left.