Driven Wild (11 page)

It led them back to talking about her last spanking. Now alone, the distant crowds of sun worshippers having left the beach, they could talk freely.

“It’s been two months,” he pointed out. “Is that all it took? One spanking and them, bam, you’re an angel?”

“Actually,” Leah began to say, “I’ve been struggling. Not with being good and doing as you asked, but… gosh, this is so hard to explain.” She halted, fiddling with a piece of long grass.

“Leah?” he said gently. “What is troubling you?”

“When you spanked me, it made feel ashamed and disappointed in myself. I was glad you did it. It woke me up. That club, in the cold light of day, didn’t seem the place to be any longer. Nor any of them. But that isn’t the only thing I felt.”

She couldn’t look at his face; she blushed pink and took shelter under her hat.

Rick let go of her hand and tipped her chin up with his forefinger. “I think I understand. Let me try to say what you can’t.”

“Please.”

“Take away the humiliation, the reason why I spanked you, and you had an awareness of closeness to me, perhaps even a sense of comfort amongst the pain and discomfort. Maybe, I’m guessing, because I didn’t expect you to feel like this, but it’s fine, I don’t mind. I think you wanted that special moment between us, a sexual awakening. It happened to me too.”

“It did?” She whipped her shades off her face to show him her look of relief. “I thought I was crazy. This need to belong to you and let you spank me. It shouldn’t be right, but it is and now, I don’t know how to say this easily… even if I’m good, I would want you to spank me.” Her voice was barely audible over the distant crashing waves and the squawks of seagulls above their heads.

Rick placed his cool palms on either side of her face and tilted her head towards his lips. He gave his answer with a long drawn-out sensual dip into her mouth with his tongue. Releasing, he whispered into her ear. “I understand.”

“I mean,” she added hastily. “It would be for you to decide of course, and maybe now and again, I might be a little naughty, but not really, properly disobedient.”

“Miss Leah, if you were properly disobedient, I would give you a proper spanking. However, if you a little bit naughty or asked sweetly, I might spank you too.” His hazel eyes sparkled under the sunlight, unperturbed by the bright midday sun.

Leah’s lips trembled, her legs wobbled, but she couldn’t help the words spilling out of her mouth. “Rick, please would you spank me?”

“Yes, my beauty. I will.”

She watched him as he darted about the dunes, hunting for the elusive implement. She sat in a bowl-shaped dip in the dunes. The sea was invisible as were the other dunes and the wind could barely be felt, such was the shelter provided. She poured sand between her fingers as she appeared to wait patiently. It was a ruse because between her legs, her sex signalled an impatience, an unmet need that she hoped he would shortly fulfil. He had no plans to wait until they were home.

“There is nobody about,” he told her. “It’s a risk worth taking.” He grinned and then went on his hunt.

A few minutes later, he returned with something in his hands.

“What is it?” she asked.

He held it up. A piece of greying wood, broad at one end and thin at the other. “Driftwood. Probably off a pallet or something similar. I’ve checked, there aren’t any splinters and it’s pretty solid. It’s not going to snap on you.” To prove a point, he smacked it against his thigh a couple of times.

“I’m not sure, Rick. It looks… nasty,” said Leah. She might have been too eager for her spanking.

“It’s quite light. See?” He handed her the driftwood and she had to admit it wasn’t a plank; it was two feet long and four or so inches wide at the maximum. It certainly had little weight to it, considering its size.

“Alright,” she said nervously.

“Down there,” He pointed to the little valley between the dunes. “Kneel down there on all fours.”

Leah did as he requested. Her knees and lower legs pressed into the fine grains, sinking past the layer of heat into the colder one. She spread her fingers, watching the sand seep around them, covering each one in turn until they nearly disappeared. Her heart pounded and the sun beat down on her back.

“Undo your shorts’ button.” He came to kneel next to her.

“Rick!”

“If I’m going to spank you, you’ll do as I tell you,” he said in a sharper tone. It made it easier for her, not harder, as if his demeanour had importance. It was a pretence at discipline, but it helped her find the right spot in her mind. She had asked, now she was required to submit.

She undid the button. His hand reached round and lowered the zip. He tugged her shorts over the curvature of her bottom and down her thighs. To her surprise, he then lowered her knickers too, baring her bottom completely.

“There, such a gorgeous sight.”

He stroked her rump, small circles on each cheek with his hand. Something wet spread across one cheek—his tongue!—and she lurched forward with astonishment. He licked her, curling his tongue about her lobe, tickling and moistening her skin. Rick continued his oral exploration, tasting her skin, the salty sea air adding to the flavour, she guessed, because he made noises of appreciation. Throughout, his fingers traced around her exposed clitoris, neither applying pressure nor tickling, a slow waltz of his fingertip, causing her to judder and pant.

Rick ceased his teasing and knelt back, chuckling slightly at her panting. Leah’s hands had disappeared completely into the sand. She had been oblivious to their vanishing act; they were encased in cold granules, anchoring her to the spot, just like her mind had been. She began to control her breathing, lengthening her breaths until she felt calmer.

“Now, listen carefully, Miss Leah,” he said quietly into her ear. “We have to be quick, just in case anyone comes. No time for a warm-up. I’m going to give you twenty swats with this driftwood board—rapidly, one after the other and then stop. You have to be very quiet and keep still, so I don’t land it too high or low. Understand?”

She tried to nod her head.

“Say it,” he said firmly.

“I understand,” she repeated. Between her legs, her pussy already seemed to be leaking. Each time he spoke to her, she clenched her muscles, fighting the impulse to orgasm. Nervous about the pain—would it hurt more than she could bear?—and the fear of discovery, she swam in a pool of adrenaline. The only observers were the seagulls, darting and dive-bombing from above.

Rick stayed on his knees, but lifted himself up taller. One hand on her shoulders, the other poised ready, measuring the distance. Leah closed her eyes tight, scrunched a handful of cool sand between her fingers, fisted her knuckles tight, and tried hard to breathe.

The driftwood landed with a thud. A deep smack against her flesh. At first she didn’t feel anything, then came the heat. She grunted.

“Alright?” he asked, tapping her back.

“Yes,” she said through gritted teeth.

“Here come the twenty, just like that one,” he warned and she inhaled deeply, ready to receive his offering.

They came like machine-gun fire, one every second, harsher than a firm tap, softer than a swinging blow. In between, Rick had found the perfect pace, power, and strength. She stayed firm on all fours; only for the last few did her hips give and ease away from his improvised spanking tool.

She let out a long groan at the end. The heat had grown rapidly, turning her bottom sore and as hot as the sun on her skin. To her it was perfect—the spanking she had craved for weeks.

His finger plunged into her hole, moving rapidly in and out.

“You’re so wet,” he said excitedly. “I’m going to fuck you.”

“Yes, yes!” she gasped.

He knelt behind her, and she heard his frantic attempts to obtain the right angle. His tip nudged, pushed, and then banged into her with one massive swing of his hips. The weight of his body knocked her down onto her forearms and her forehead hit the sand. A sudden rush of breeze caught the sand, blowing it over her head and arms. She had to keep her mouth shut, her eyes too. The tiny sandstorm passed over her, dusting her skin.

Her vagina stretched as he plundered deep, harder, almost rampantly in his urgency to complete. Fired up by her spanking, her nerves had brought all of her senses alive. She smelt the seaweed, the marram grass, even the sand had an aroma. Flaring her nostrils, she sucked more air into her lungs. The sand had started to rub abrasively on her knees and elbows. Leah didn’t care; she had all of her mind focused on her sex.

Gripping her waist tightly, he didn’t stop thrusting into her, a rapid, continuous fucking, slapping hard into her sore bottom and she soared like the gulls. Away in the distance was the low rumble of waves crashing one after the other onto the beach. A gentle roar that had become more apparent now her ears were closer to the ground. It reverberated and soothed, creating a hypnotic rhythm; another one to add to the one Rick was perpetrating with his rocking motion.

“I’m coming!” she screeched.

“Shhh,” he reminded and then he emitted a deep groan, shuddering as he came. His fingers reached round, found her sensitive nub, and quickly brought her to a tumultuous climax. Then her legs gave out beneath her.

Leah lay curled up in a ball, almost dozing and quite blissfully unaware of her surrounds. She leaked a little onto the sand and she could feel Rick mop her dry with his handkerchief.

“You need to get dressed,” he hissed at her.

“What?” she mumbled. In the distance, she could hear a dog barking. “Oh, shit.”

She scrambled to dress, hoicking up her shorts and shaking the sand out of her hair. Picking up her hat and sunglasses from where she had discarded them, she put them on, hoping they would hide her flushed features. Only then did she remember to thank Rick.

“My pleasure. I think we both enjoyed your little naughty girl spanking,” he said, smirking.

The Labrador bounded over to them, his mouth slobbering over a tennis ball, and he dropped the toy at Rick’s feet. Children could be heard shouting in the distance, calling the dog’s name. Realising he didn’t have the company of his owners, the dog picked up the ball and charged off in the direction of the voices. Rick and Leah burst out laughing. In the end, they didn’t see anyone until they nearly reached the wooded area to the north of the dunes.

Leah pulled on his hand. “Come on, let’s see if we can find them.”

“Find what?” he asked, confused.

“The red squirrels. They’re very rare and this is one place in the country you can see them.”

They searched with their eyes along branches and trunks, but the little creatures refused to put in an appearance. Rick decided it was getting late, so they began to follow the path back to the dunes.

“There!” said Leah, pointing at a nearby tree. “See it?”

Rick looked up at the trees, shading his eyes from the sun as it peeped between the leaves. “Yes. I see it.”

The little squirrel twitched its tail, then ran along a branch before climbing higher and out of sight.

“Well, that’s a turn-up,” said Rick.

“Your first red squirrel?”

“Actually, I was thinking that I’ve managed to see two red bottoms in one day!”

“Rick!”

* * *

“We’re being followed,” said Rick. His eyes darted between his wing mirror and rear-view mirror.

He was driving her back home after a Tuesday session at her tennis club. She still had on her white skirt and t-shirt, the sweat under her armpits from her exertions. A hot June had chased away a warm May.

“Followed?” said Leah, peering over her shoulder. “Another car?”

“Three back. Been going the same roads, same speed and now when I went to turn and changed my mind, his indicator did the same thing.”

Leah rarely saw Rick looking anxious. His hazel eyes had narrowed as he tried to concentrate on the road ahead while watching the car behind them.

“Are you sure? It’s a busy road.”

The road up the coast, connecting Liverpool to the towns of Southport and Ormskirk, was rarely quiet.

“I can’t see the driver. The car has the sun reflecting off the windows and bonnet. It’s dazzling,” said Rick, shifting down a gear.

“We’re slowing up,” noticed Leah, gripping the seat.

“I just want to get a better view.”

“Why would we be followed?” Leah glanced across at Rick. His lips were tightly pressed together, fingers tapping nervously on the steering wheel. She could hear him breathing, almost wheezing, as he steered the car down the road.

He didn’t answer her, but suddenly veered the car down a side street without warning, no indicators or signal, barely braking. Car hooters sounded off in protest.

“Well, is it still behind us?” she asked impatiently.

The seconds ticked by as Rick appeared to be assessing the situation. “No. Gone.”

He settled back in his seat, taking deep breaths.

“Do you want to pull over? You’re very pale, Rick,” said Leah, concerned at his reaction.

Rick shook his head. “I’m fine.”

“You don’t look fine,” she said.

“I’m fine!” he snapped and then broke out in a fit of coughing.

“Will you just pull the car over. Now!” she shouted at him. “I am your employer. Do it!”

He could no longer ignore her and he drew his car to the side of the road.

Leah was shaking. She had never drawn attention to her status, to her position, or his role. The house was hers, the money and privileges belonged to Leah. The car was the one place he felt in total control. She had taken it from him.

“Sorry,” he said, trying to clear his throat. “I’ll be alright in a minute.”

Leah didn’t harangue him, she waited for his breathing to regulate and the colour to come back in his cheeks and lips. Finally he nodded and turned to look at her.

“I didn’t mean to scare you. You’re right, it wasn’t anything. Just… a mistake.”

“Okay,” said Leah, taking his hand. “Your asthma is getting worse. Don’t hide it from me, Rick. I see you struggle some days. Why is it getting worse? Should you see a doctor?”