Naturally Naughty (4 page)

“But I’m okay. My tire’s fixed and everything’s fine.”

He took another deep breath and I couldn’t be sure but I thought he might be counting. I gasped when he spun to face me and placed his hand beneath my chin to raise my eyes to his. I’d never seen such intensity in his eyes before. I shivered, afraid of what it meant.

“The Carr Motel was raided at least six times last year for drugs and prostitution and the tire shop you were at has had its fair share of raids too.”

“But they seemed so nice,” I said lamely.

“Honey, seeming nice doesn’t begin to cut it. Ted Bundy seemed real nice to a lot of people.”

I flushed guiltily and tried to look away, but he wouldn’t let me.

“I’m glad you’re okay, but when I think of what could have happened I feel sick inside. You took a huge risk with yourself today and what galls me the most is that you didn’t have to. You could have called me. You knew I would have come.”

“I was afraid you’d be mad at me,” I said softly, tears filling my eyes.

“I would’ve been, but not near as upset as I am right now. I know you think most people are nice, but you can’t trust so blindly. It’s not safe.”

I reached up and lightly stroked his cheek. “I’m sorry I worried you, Landon. I didn’t think it through. I’m sorry.” I truly felt bad that I’d caused him so much worry.

Landon nodded and grabbed the hand I’d stroked his cheek with, placing a light kiss on my fingers before letting it go and turning me toward my bedroom with a stinging swat to my bottom. “Go get your hairbrush and bring it to me.”

“What!?” The man really knew how to take a sweet moment and tear it up!

“You heard me.”

One glance over my shoulder at his implacable face had me scurrying to do as he said. I frowned as I handed him the square-backed wooden hairbrush. It was a wonderful brush, felt great against my scalp when I pulled it through my hair, but somehow I didn’t think I would get that same relaxed feeling from it being used on my backside.

Landon wasted no time; soon he was seated on the couch with me draped over his thighs, bare bottom high and ready. He started in with the brush immediately. I cried out from the first searing contact.

Landon made sure not one inch of my bottom or upper thighs felt neglected. The brush was applied everywhere equally and repeatedly. The awesome sting it left in its wake had me bucking across his lap as I tried in vain to avoid the brush.

He held me in place easily and tucked my kicking legs between his own to help me hold still. My Landon was nothing if not considerate.

I bawled and squawked and howled and screamed and still the brush fell; my bottom felt like it was never going to be the same again.

I caught patches of his lecture as he paddled me: “flip-flops… tire maintenance… following strange men… future call me… get a jack… proper spare…”

I’m sure he said more, but really, how can a girl be expected to pay proper attention when her bottom feels like it could keep the superconductor running for a month with its heat?

The brush finally stopped falling, but then the unthinkable happened. I felt Landon part my bottom cheeks with one hand and one finger began to press insistently against my puckered hole.

“No, Landon! Please don’t!” I wailed, mortified by this new indignity. Sure, we’d been intimate and even done a little anal play, but this was different.

“Naughty girls get their bottoms punished inside and out,” Landon said firmly as he continued to press against my vulnerable little hole until it relaxed enough to let his finger in. A burning coolness invaded along with his finger, making me gasp. “What’s that?” I cried, wriggling frantically.

“Vicks Vapor-rub. I thought it would help me make my point,” he told me as he began to thrust his finger in and out of my ass while I whimpered. I breathed a sigh of relief when he withdrew his finger completely, only to whine and plead when he returned with two and began to take my bottom in a punishing rhythm.

As I took my punishment I began to become embarrassingly aware of the growing wetness between my thighs. I didn’t enjoy the pain of spanking or of having my tender asshole punished, but being taken so completely in hand by my man never failed to trip my trigger.

“Do you think you can remember to take better care of your car and yourself in the future?” he asked as his fingers pressed deep, making me groan.

“Yes, sir!” I promised fervently.

Then he pulled his fingers free and wiped them on a waiting towel before taking me in his arms.

I was a mess when he turned me in his arms and cuddled me close. He rocked me and stroked my back while I calmed. When he knew I was calm enough to listen, he placed a tender kiss on my forehead.

“You’ve got to learn to pay more attention to your car and your surroundings. I love you and I don’t even want to think about something happening to you.”

I cuddled closer and kissed his chin. “I love you too. I’m sorry I scared you.”

“I know. Tomorrow we are going to sit down and discuss what we need to do to keep you out of trouble.”

“But I don’t mean to have these little mishaps.”

“We’re going to find a way to stop them from happening, but one thing we need to be clear on now. You are never to follow a strange man anywhere. If you have car problems or any other problems you can’t solve, you call me. And in the winter you wear shoes; no more flip-flops.”

He was being awfully bossy, but it was kinda sweet. I smiled up at him. “Yes, sir.”

Then he kissed me deeply and I reached between us to free his erection from his pants. Landon helpfully lifted me and I straddled his hips as he lowered me onto his cock.

I yelped as he cupped my sore bottom to help me ride him hard, but soon the pain and pleasure morphed into one and I came harder than ever before.

Landon groaned as he emptied into me, his hot seed filling me as I collapsed against him. I loved this man so much, it was almost scary sometimes.

* * *

I shifted uncomfortably in my seat as Landon drove me to the appointment at the spa. He’d given me a massage from the spa as an early Christmas gift and insisted on driving me. My bottom was not enjoying the trip so soon after the discussion with Landon the day before. I winced again as Landon hit a pothole.

Landon glanced over at me and smiled knowingly. “You’ll think before driving on a low tire next time, won’t you?”

“Mmmm.” Men aren’t the only ones who can be noncommittal when the situation warrants it!

“Shannon?”

“I thought we’d covered this yesterday,” I said, shooting a frown across the front seat.

“I just wanted to make sure you were listening.”

“Trust me, I will remember your lesson with that blasted brush for days to come,” I said as I shifted up on one hip to take the pressure off my sore posterior.

Landon pulled up in front of the Cactus Hill Day Spa and I hopped out. “See ya, sweetie!”

“I’ll be back at two.”

I nodded and hurried into the spa, glad to be away from that conversation. Now I could relax and enjoy the massage.

I smiled at the thought of such pampering.

The helpful lady at the counter escorted me into a little room. “Just fold your clothes and leave them on the chair; you can leave your underwear off or on. The sheet will cover you at all times. Flick this little switch when you’re ready and Robert will be with you.”

I gulped. Robert? As in a man was gonna rub my naked body?

I smiled hesitantly at the attendant. “Okay.”

I thought about it as I undressed; I was being silly. So my masseuse was a man. No biggie, it was all very professional and nothing to worry about. I left my panties on and climbed beneath the big flannel sheet on the table before flicking the switch.

A handsome man came in almost immediately. “Hello, I’m Robert. I’ll be your masseuse today.”

I smiled and said hello.

“Have you ever had a full body massage before?”

“No. This is my first time,” I told him as I wondered how much of my body a full body massage would entail.

“Be sure to let me know if I am going too deep or too soft for you.”

I blinked up at him. “Okay.”

I watched as Robert lit some aromatherapy candles around the room and put some soft relaxing music on to play. Then he smoothed some oil into his hands and pulled the sheet up off my right leg up to the hip and tucked it tightly around me so nothing but the leg was exposed.

I nearly groaned with delight when he began to massage my foot and calf. Now this was nice. I closed my eyes and fell into a dreamy state as he massaged my entire right leg and then the left. By the time he got to my arms, my muscles had turned to butter.

“Now I need you to flip over onto your stomach so I can do the back.” Under the cover of the flannel sheet I did as he’d instructed, settling back down with my face in the little face holder at the end of the table.

I grinned when Robert started back in on my feet. I did so enjoy having my feet rubbed. He worked his way up my legs again.

When he began a deep massage into my tender tush, I nearly flew off the table. His hand kept the area in question completely covered, but oh, my goodness, it hurt! Butter muscles were a thing of the past. I was as tense as a drum.

“Oh, my. Tender here, huh?”

I flushed. “Yes, very.”

“Hmm… this is interesting… the area is very hot, yet I don’t seem to feel any of the knots that normally go with muscle trauma or stress.”

Not only was his deep massage of the area extremely uncomfortable, I thought I might expire of embarrassment on the spot.

“Ooowwwww!”

“You really are tender. Maybe I should pay special attention to this area so that you will have some relief in these muscles.”

“
No!!
” I was so horrified by that thought I nearly fell off the table to get away from his not-so-healing touch.

All massage abruptly ceased. “You don’t want me to work on the sore muscles?”

“No, it’s fine. I really need some work on my neck though. It’s real tense.” I grabbed his hand and put it on my neck where the muscles had indeed tensed. “See?”

“Well, okay, if you’re sure you don’t want me to work some more on your buttocks.”

“I’m sure.”

“Okay, but the tenderness of that area is concerning. Have you done any new exercises?”

“No, it’s fine.”

Oh, my god! Would the man not ever let this drop? I lay in complete and utter mortification as he rubbed the increasingly tense muscles of my shoulders while discussing the state of my tenderized bottom.

“Goodness. This is the first time I’ve had a patron get more tense during a massage. Please relax. Listen to the flow of the music and breathe in the scented air. Good, those shoulders are loosening up now. I might have time to work some more in the buttocks region. Oh, no, you tensed back up. Relax… relax… breathe deeply… that’s it.”

On and on it went in a vicious circle. At least my tension kept him busy on my shoulders. Finally my embarrassing massage was over.

I dressed quickly, eager to get out of there, and stepped into the lobby.

There was Landon talking to my masseuse Robert. Landon’s eyes were twinkling and he appeared to be on the verge of laughter.

I frowned and grabbed his arm. “I’m ready to go, honey. Thank you for the lovely massage, Robert.”

Robert nodded and watched us leave.

The minute we got into the car, Landon began laughing. “Oh, Shan, that was priceless. He sure was something, going on and on about your muscles. He was concerned about how tender your bottom seemed to be and that you refused to let him work the kinks out. Told me you might need to consult a physician if the symptoms persisted.”

I glared at Landon, not finding the situation at all amusing. “Landon, it’s not funny! I’ve never been so embarrassed in my life!”

“Should I have told him that the heat and soreness in your adorable bottom were the result of the thorough application of your hairbrush?”

“I… ooooohh… no!” Just the thought had me red-faced and sinking low in the seat out of sight.

Landon laughed again. “Bet you remember to keep your tires in good shape.”

Men!

Booty Call

Naked and in the corner, I waited for Landon. He planned to take my bottom tonight, and apparently, waiting in the corner naked as a jaybird was supposed to help me get in a submissive frame of mind.

Not sure I was feeling all that submissive; the corner can be rather boring, but soon I found myself thinking about Landon and his big cock filling my ass.

A shiver having nothing to do with cold ran through me and wetness was trickling down my inner thighs.

Moaning, I restlessly squeezed my thighs together, enjoying a little jolt of pleasure. Where was he?

“I think I said wait in the corner with your legs shoulder width apart, young lady,” his husky voice said from directly behind me.

How long had he been there? I shuddered as his hand ran down my spine and across my bottom, as I obediently spread my legs.

“Have you been a good girl while you waited here for me?” Landon asked, speaking softly in my ear.

“Yes, sir,” I said breathlessly.

He ran his hand between my legs, his fingers stroking through my wet folds, the tip of one finger teasingly grazing my clit before he withdrew. My hips bucked in response.

“Turn around and look at me,” he instructed, his voice darkly seductive, different from any way Landon had spoken to me before.

Turning, I looked up at him and gasped, suddenly embarrassed. He held his hand up for me to see that it was covered in the fluids dripping so freely between my legs.

“Is all this honey for me?” Landon asked before sticking his fingers in his mouth and cleaning my essence from them.

My knees nearly buckled as a wave of desire stronger than anything I’d ever known rolled through me.

“Answer me,” he ordered.

I swear I nearly came from the demand implicit in his voice. “Yes… all for you… only for you.”

“Get up on the bed on all fours, bottom out toward me,” Landon instructed.