Stormy Night Publications Publishers of BDSM and Kink Erotica
This truly was the middle of nowhere. They’d been driving for what seemed like forever. Christchurch and all its bustling busyness felt like a lifetime ago. And it could have been, for all she cared. Christchurch didn’t feel like home anymore. It felt like a prison.
The closer they got to Ryan’s Peak Station, the more nervous she got. I’m coming home. Coming home. The words were going around and around in her brain, forcing out everything else, but she had no idea why—although she’d seen the same hut in her dreams forever, Ryan’s Peak Station was completely foreign to her. Until she’d stumbled onto the website, she’d had no idea the place even existed. She’d never been in this part of the country before. Never explored these back roads that meandered through the foothills of the Southern Alps. These mountain valleys and craggy peaks off in the distance weren’t familiar at all. But the words still kept echoing in her head, confusing her.
I’m going crazy! she thought in frustration. Steve was right. I’m insane. The more she tried to push the coming home words away, the louder they echoed in her head. A dull anxiety lodged itself right in the pit of her stomach and she sucked in a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves.
Dust sprayed up behind them off the gravel road and the Pajero fishtailed as Jason took a corner a bit too fast.
“Jason! Slow down!” Catherine squealed, grabbing at the door handle.
Jason smirked. “Sorry,” he said, not at all remorsefully, reaching over and squeezing her thigh. It was probably meant to be a comforting gesture, but he’d grabbed her too high up to be a purely innocent touch, and she sucked in a breath.
He took his eyes off the road and turned to glance at her briefly, the corner of his mouth curving up into a little half-smile. The same one she’d fallen in love with all those years ago. Just as it had done back then, that smile made her breath catch in her throat, sent tingles up her spine. Left her powerless with longing.
He turned his attention back to the road again, but he drove with only one hand on the wheel. The other one slid slyly up underneath her skirt, his fingers creeping gently up the inside of her thigh. She held her breath as his fingers kept trailing upward, getting closer and closer to that delectable spot between her legs. His fingers were magical. His skin was rough, even rougher than it had been back then, but his touch was so feather-light at the same time, leaving a delicious torrent of fizzing sparks in its wake. Catherine pressed her spine back into the seat, opening her legs further, a silent invitation.
Jason didn’t need any encouragement. Still focusing intently on the road ahead of them, he continued walking his fingers up her inner thigh, until he got there. His fingers brushed against the crotch of her knickers and she froze as he turned to look at her, his brows drawn together in a stern frown.
“I gave you an order.” His voice was deep, gruff. “You deliberately disobeyed me.” The scolding tone sent shivers rocketing to her core, turned her stomach up in knots. That voice had always been able to do wicked things to her insides.
He pulled his hand away.
“I’m sorry,” she said quietly, totally deflated now.
Jason shook his head and braked, pulling the car over to the wide shoulder at the side of the road. “Are you?” he asked, his voice a deep rumble.
“Yes,” she whispered.
He switched off the engine, then turned to look at her, taking her face in his hands. He didn’t say anything, but his eyes bored into hers and she felt like she was being scolded, even without him uttering a word. His dominance oozed out of him, surrounding her. It was hot, sexy, and unnerving all at once.
“Why are you wearing underwear?” His voice was a low growl and electricity sparked all around her, pricking her skin.
She swallowed. “I wanted to. I wasn’t brave enough to wear nothing under my skirt.”
He frowned. “So why didn’t you tell me that?”
“I didn’t know how to.”
“What do you mean you didn’t know how to? Why didn’t you just tell me that you didn’t want to do it? That you weren’t comfortable with it? I’m not a monster, Catherine. I’m never going to make you do something you really don’t want to do. All you had to do say was ‘I don’t feel comfortable doing that’ and that would be fine.”
He took her chin in his hands, shifting her face so she had no choice but to meet his steady gaze. “You’ve known me for a long time, Catherine. Has there ever been a time I’ve made you do something you didn’t want to do?”
“Well…”
“Yes?” He let go of her chin and instantly, she turned her head slightly and looked at the gearstick. Out the window. Anywhere but at him.
“There was that one time with the saddle soap…” She let her voice trail off sheepishly. She knew he wouldn’t accept that answer, but she wanted to try, anyway.
“The saddle soap that I made you put away because you had left it out? Is that what you’re talking about?”
Catherine nodded, grinning up at him cheekily. “You threatened to take a riding crop to my butt if I didn’t do it,” she reminded him.
“You were eighteen, Catherine!” he scolded, sounding slightly exasperated. “You were old enough to know better! It was just basic courtesy to put the saddle soap away after you’d finished with it. I shouldn’t have had to threaten you with anything!”
“You still made me do it,” she pointed out.
“Yes, because it was something you should have done in the first place without having to be reminded. That’s very different to this situation.” He looked at her sternly and she found herself quiver under his hard glare. “Have I ever made you do anything that you didn’t want to do because it made you uncomfortable? Not just because you were being a brat?”
“I was not a brat!” she insisted indignantly.
“You were definitely a brat,” he argued. “And I’m beginning to think that hasn’t changed. Now answer the question. Have I ever made you do something you really didn’t want to do? Yes or no?”
She shook her head. “No.”
“Exactly.” He sounded triumphant, but there was something else in his tone at the same time. Hurt? Disappointment?
She looked away again, sheepish. Ashamed. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know how you would react if I said I didn’t want to not wear any underwear here. I felt embarrassed at the thought of not wearing any. It’s not something I’ve ever done before. I wasn’t confident enough to do it.”
“So you say that! You don’t pretend you’re going to do it and then just not! How do you think that makes me feel?”
Well, to be honest, I didn’t exactly take your feelings into consideration when I pulled my underwear on this morning, her inner voice snarked, but she swallowed it down and thought about his question.
“I don’t know. Disappointed?”
Jason nodded. “Yes, Catherine, I’m disappointed. Not just because you disobeyed me. I was looking forward to playing with that cute little pussy of yours as I drove. But I’m also disappointed that you weren’t honest with me. That you didn’t just tell me straight up that the thought of wearing no underwear made you uncomfortable.” He caught her gaze, held it. “I would have accepted it.”
Of course you would have, she admitted.
Catherine nodded, still unable to look at him. “I’m sorry,” she said again, her voice small. “I messed up, okay? I’m messed up. It’s been a long time since my opinions have been validated.”
Jason sighed. Catching her gaze, he held it with his smouldering eyes and gently stroked her cheek with his thumb. The tender touch took her breath away. “Your opinion is always going to matter to me,” he said softly, compassion oozing from his tone. Then his voice, and his gaze, hardened and he let go of her face. “You need to be punished.”
A little fizz of excitement welled up inside her and spilled over, sending a flush of arousal directly to her core. Her breath hitched in trepidation and her pulse raced. Here? He was going to punish her here, on the side of the road?
“You were very naughty, and you know what happens to naughty girls.”
“Actually, I don’t,” Catherine insisted, purposely injecting a flirty lilt into her voice. She licked her lips seductively. “I’ve heard lots of threats, but nothing tangible. That little spanking in the café carpark hardly counts as a punishment.”
Jason grinned, then quickly changed his expression to a stern one. “Well, it’s about time I followed through then. Get out of the car.”
He undid her seatbelt first, then his.
“Get out of the car,” he commanded again, his tone dominant, unyielding, stern. He was out and walking around the front of the vehicle before she even opened her door. She knew if she didn’t hurry up, it would be worse for her.
She waited until he was right at the headlight on her side of the truck before she opened her door, her heart in her throat, and she stepped out onto the uneven gravel on the side of the road, grabbing for Jason as her completely unsuitable shoes slid on the loose stones edging the ditch. Why had she worn such silly sandals? Were cute kitten heels to increase the length of her legs really that important?
“Careful there.” He caught her arm, his grip secure, strong.
She turned and gave him a grateful smile, glancing briefly up into his smouldering eyes. His dark gaze bored into hers, blazing with passion.
“Come and bend over the back of the car.” He led her to the back of the Pajero and opened the back door, pressing her hands down onto the carpet in the back, guiding her into a bent-over position, gently kicking her feet further apart.
“Right here?” she squeaked in protest. “Someone will see!”
“There’s no one around to see. We haven’t passed a single car since we turned off the main road. I think we’ll be safe enough. Besides, the open door will shield you enough if someone does come, and we’ll stop. I’ll make sure no one sees.” He spoke reassuringly, but firmly, and she knew he wouldn’t be swayed. Finally, after all these years, he was about to make good on his threats. Maybe, her inner mind grumbled. The swats in the carpark at the café didn’t lead to anything.
To test him, she tugged her arm away and tried to stand up but Jason held her firm. “No, keep still,” he ordered sternly. “You disobeyed. Now you will be punished.”
His stern tone did crazy things to her insides, flipping them inside out and twisting them around. She tried to breathe but couldn’t; the air was too thick with arousal.
Her back was hot where his palm rested and he tapped her thighs with his other hand, making her flinch.
“Legs apart, bottom out.”
She got into position, her heart pounding so hard she could hear it in her ears. Could he hear it? It wouldn’t surprise her, it was so loud.
He lifted up her skirt, spreading it out over her back, tucking the hem up underneath his fingers that rested on the small of her back, holding it up out of the way. Even though she wasn’t, she felt naked, vulnerable, exposed.
The first smack stung far more than she’d expected it to. Jason’s large hand branded her left butt cheek and she squealed and squirmed but he restrained her easily.
The second smack crashed against her other cheek, the loud clapping sound echoing over the hills. It sounded like a gunshot.
“Ow! Not so hard! That hurt!” she protested, rising up on her toes in a feeble attempt to escape the burning pain.
Jason just chuckled. “I seem to remember a certain email,” he said, smacking her again, right in the centre of her bottom this time. “About my spanking ability? And your certainty that my confidence in it was misplaced?” He punctuated his words with another harsh swat.
“That’s not what I said!” she yelled, dancing her butt out of the way of Jason’s punishing hand.
“No?” he asked, smacking her again, directly on her sit spots.
“No!” she confirmed. “I questioned whether or not it was misplaced; I didn’t say I was certain it was! Ow!”
Jason spanked her again, right on the crease where her bottom met her thighs, his flattened palm scorching her tender skin.
“And do you have the answer to your question?” he asked, amusement lacing his tone.
“Yes!” she shrieked as his heavy palm landed again. “Your confidence is not misplaced; this hurts!”
“Good,” he growled. “It’s supposed to hurt.” He slipped a finger inside the elastic of her knickers. “It will hurt even more soon, when these come down and I spank you bare.”
“No! You can’t!” she begged, but even as her bottom burned, her traitorous body danced with arousal. You can, her inner voice insisted. You can, please! Her breasts were hot, heavy, achy, far too sensitive against the lace that restrained them. Her pussy pulsed and throbbed, begging for attention, too. Please take my knickers off, I want to feel your bare hand against my skin.
Her breath hitched as he slid his hand down inside her underwear, trailing his finger down to that special spot between her legs, dipping it into her juices.
“I can’t pull down your knickers, huh?” he asked, his voice husky with arousal. “This wet pussy is telling me another story. I think you’re enjoying this, naughty girl.”
Catherine inhaled sharply as he moved his finger around inside her, teasing her, sending sparks shooting up her spine, right there on the side of the road as she bent over the back of his Pajero.
“Stand up.” He let go of her so quickly she nearly fell, pulling his fingers out of her underwear abruptly, and stepped aside. “Take off your knickers. Go and put them in the car and then come back here.”
Slowly, so slowly, Catherine slid her knickers down her legs, holding Jason’s gaze the whole time. This was scandalous, but so erotic! She felt so vulnerable, so naughty, so horny all at once. The air was too thick to breathe, too heavy to drag into her lungs. It was electric and sparking.
Her skirt fell back into place as she stepped out of her underwear and she bent to pick them up, her eyes never once leaving his. Stepping forward, she chucked them over the seat to land inside the truck somewhere; she didn’t much care where. She didn’t care if they’d be visible through the window, or if they’d landed on the floor. All she cared about right then was Jason. More, her inner voice begged.
“Bend back over again,” he commanded, his voice gravelly, like he was struggling to speak. “Push your bottom out.”
It wasn’t a request, it was an order, and when she hesitated just slightly, he slapped her thigh sharply at the same time as he lifted her skirt up, out of the way, baring her completely on the side of the road. Goosebumps rose on her arms, but it wasn’t from the gentle breeze that kissed her skin. It was anticipation, the knowledge that there was so much more to come.
She felt Jason tuck the hem of her skirt inside his fist as he rested it on her back, just as he’d done before and she held her breath, but it did nothing to still the pounding of her heart. His lips brushed her neck as he bent to whisper in her ear with a ragged breath, “When I give you an order, little girl, I expect it to be obeyed.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she replied, her voice tiny, a cross between a whisper and a squeak.
Four smacks landed fast, hard, each loud slap echoing across the valley like a gunshot, scorching her skin like a branding iron. She gritted her teeth, trying not to yell out, determined to be brave and take the spanking stoically, but it was impossible. Jason’s confidence in his spanking ability was definitely not misplaced, and he proved that to her now, determinedly, making her bounce up and down on her toes, trying to ease the burn. It didn’t work. Jason’s hard, callused hand fell again and again, first on one cheek then the other, spanking her thoroughly.
“Ow ow ow ow ow ow,” she moaned, unable to take it silently any longer, burying her face in her forearm to muffle her cries just as Jason smacked the very top of her thighs, two quick, harsh swats on each.
“Please, no more!” she begged. “You’re hurting me!”
“Good. It’s meant to.” He punctuated his statement with another smack, right where she sat.
“I’m sorry!” she yelled, squirming frantically. “I will obey you! I promise!”
“Yes, you will,” Jason agreed. “But you’re not red enough yet. A few more, and we’ll be done.”
The final flurry of swats came quickly, in an upward swing to the lower part of her butt, the power behind them forcing her up onto her toes, jolting her body forward across the back of the car, leaving her wondering how on earth she would manage to sit for the rest of the journey.
And then suddenly, he stopped.
“It’s over,” Jason said, pulling her to her feet, drawing her in close to his chest. “All finished. Are you okay?”
She looked up at him and pouted, but smiled. “Remind me never to piss you off again!”
Jason chuckled. “That wasn’t pissed off. Not even close! That was only mildly displeased.”
She took a step back from him, willing her shaky legs to cooperate. Of course he wasn’t pissed. This was Jason, not Steve. Jason didn’t get angry. In all the years she’d known him, all the days and hours she’d spent by his side, she couldn’t remember ever seeing him lose his temper.
“Well, I don’t want to be on the receiving end then if you do! I’m gonna stay well out of the way.”
Jason wrapped an arm around her shoulders and grinned.
“Come on, let’s get moving. I’ve wasted more time than I wanted to, smacking your ass, and we don’t want to be late.”
Obviously remembering the way she’d slipped on the stones at the edge of the road earlier, Jason kept a hold of her arm as he guided her back to the car. Still holding her securely, he reached around and opened the passenger door, then leaned in and pressed the back of his hand against the leather seat.
“The sun has warmed this up nicely,” he smirked. “Hold your skirt up out of the way; you can sit your bare backside directly onto this hot seat.” He raised one eyebrow at her, almost daring her to protest. A silent challenge.
She looked at him aghast. “How hot is it?”
“Not very. Just warm. We were only outside for a few minutes. But on that sore bottom it will be a bit uncomfortable.”
Catherine shook her head. “No, I don’t think so.”
Jason just nodded firmly.
“Isn’t that a bit sadistic?” she asked.
“Hop in,” he commanded. He spoke firmly, authoritatively, but not angrily.
What will he do if I refuse? Catherine wondered, but she realised she already knew the answer to that question. He’d addressed it earlier, before they’d even gotten out of the car. If she was truly uncomfortable, he would back off. Of course he would. He’s not Steve, she reminded herself again. Jason doesn’t have an abusive bone in his body.
She took a deep breath, gathering her courage, and he stood aside so she could get in. She put her foot up on the step and grabbed the handle above the window, hoisting herself in. As she did, Jason lifted her skirt up and out of the way, so she had no choice but to sit her sore, bare bottom directly down onto the warmed leather.
“Shit, that’s hot!” she gasped as her burning bottom made contact with the seat. Ordinarily, the leather would be pleasantly warm. But on a hot, stinging bottom, it burned.
“Language!” Jason admonished, pretending to be appalled.
“You just smacked my ass from my hips to my thighs and made me sit on hot leather,” she grumbled. “I think I’m allowed to swear.”
Catherine squirmed uncomfortably and put her hands under her butt to shield her burning bottom from the heat emanating off the leather but Jason pulled them away.
“No,” he scolded. “Nothing is to be between that bare ass and that hot seat. I want you to think about your disobedience the whole way there.”
He checked her feet were in before shutting the door and walking around the front of the car to the driver’s side. The air conditioning came on automatically when the engine roared to life, and the cool air was a relief. It did nothing to help the fire in her butt though, and as she clicked her seatbelt into place, Jason fiddled with the dial on the dash.
“Seat warmers,” he announced. “This is going to be an uncomfortable trip for you, isn’t it?”
Catherine reached forward to turn it off but he slapped her hand away. “No, let it stay on. Right on high.”
“When did you get to be such a sadistic bastard?” she grumbled, but she sat back and left the dial as it was. The heated seat was preferable to another spanking. And she had no doubt that another spanking was entirely possible if she pushed the issue. Suck it up, Catherine, she told herself. You knew a punishment was in the cards when you deliberately disobeyed his instructions this morning.
They’d only been driving a few minutes when Jason placed his hand on her thigh again, his fingers creeping under her skirt. He rested it there for a moment, not moving, just letting her feel the touch of his skin against hers, a fire building up between them. But soon, he trailed his fingers upward, moving slowly, his light touch almost a tickle, as his fingers crept closer and closer to her pussy, making it pulse and ache.
Catherine opened her legs, offering herself to him in an unspoken invitation, and he took her up on it, sliding his fingers closer and closer to her core until they were delving inside her, sending sparks shooting through her, making her feel more alive than she’d felt in forever.
She arched her back into the seat, tilting her pelvis to give him better access. But that made her burning bottom press even harder into the hot leather, the warmth fanning the flames of her punishment. She hissed in pain.
Jason chuckled at her discomfort.
“That seat hot, huh? You wish you’d obeyed now?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she whimpered, moaning at the way his fingers inside her teased her wickedly, driving her crazy.
He plunged his fingers in and out of her, circling her wet pussy, staking his claim, his thumb flicking her clit.
“You are very naughty, wearing no knickers,” he scolded playfully, his voice a deep, rumbly growl. “I like it. I think that will be a rule for the whole weekend—no knickers. I like being able to touch you like this, playing with you while I drive. I want easy access to this pussy for the whole weekend.”
“Yes, sir,” she gasped as he slid a second finger inside of her, twisting it around.
“Mine,” he growled.
“Yours,” she agreed.
Her breathing was ragged, quick. Every nerve ending was alive as his magical fingers stroked her labia, dipping inside her, circling, moving in and out, driving her wild with delicious torment.
Suddenly, with no warning, he withdrew his fingers, returning both hands to the steering wheel as he negotiated a fork in the road. As they travelled along, the valley opened up below them in the most stunning view she’d ever seen. Craggy mountains bordered the wide expanse of green, and a rocky river flowed through the middle. Sheep grazed on either side. There were no fences that she could see, nothing manmade. If they weren’t travelling on a road, it would be easy to believe they were the only two people on earth.
Jason continued driving slowly as he took in the scenery, but his hands both remained fixed firmly to the steering wheel, leaving her empty. Wanting. Her pussy throbbed, blood pulsing through it in time with the beat of her heart.
“Are you going to leave me like this?”
He turned to her and smirked arrogantly. “For now, yes. You didn’t think you would get to come after a punishment, did you?”
“But I’m horny!” Catherine protested, squirming against the heat of the seat. “And sore!”
“And you can stay that way, until I decide otherwise.”
“Bastard.”
“Careful,” he warned. “I’m sure you don’t want another spanking quite so soon?” He raised an eyebrow, but then his voice softened. “I will finish pleasuring you later, I promise. But for now, keeping you right on the edge of orgasm is part of your punishment.”
Catherine’s stomach flipped at his words.
A moment later, Jason rested his hand on her knee. Catherine held her breath, waiting, silently begging him to touch her throbbing pussy again. Just a touch—that was all she needed. Instead, he braked as a big wooden sign standing in the paddock next to the road just up ahead announced their destination.
Ryan’s Peak Station, est. 1868