The Marine's Pet (2 page)

“Huh?”

“Nunu isn’t the problem. There’s a lack of discipline in this house, and you’re suffering more than he is for the want of it.”

“So what are you going to do?” Sarah said, her lip curled in a sneer. “Spank me until I’m good?”

“Nunu. Come.” Austin clicked his fingers. To Sarah’s surprise, Nunu actually obeyed Austin. She watched as Austin put Nunu out of the lounge and into the hall. He then turned toward her and nodded. “That’s exactly what I’m going to do.”

“What?”

“The last three months you’ve done nothing but let him run wild, throw parties, and generally make a nuisance of the pair of yourselves,” Austin said as he crossed the debris of the room. “Someone needs to take you in hand, and I guess I’m it.”

Sarah scrambled up so she was sitting on the back of the couch. “No! I’m not… you can’t… No!”

“Yes,” he said firmly, his eyes locked on her as he reached out and took her by the hand. Sarah felt herself go somehow limp as his strong fingers wrapped around her and eased her off the back of the couch and over his knee.

He did it so naturally, as if he’d done it hundreds of times before. Sarah was momentarily shocked into submission as she felt her soft belly and breasts pressing against his hard thighs. He was actually doing this. He was actually going to spank her!

“Austin!” She squealed his name in such a high-pitched tone that Nunu was probably the only one who heard the tail end of it. “What are you doing?!”

“You know what I’m doing,” he said, wrapping his arm around her waist. “I’m giving you the spanking you’ve needed for a good long while.”

Cinched against his body, unable to go anywhere or do anything, Sarah’s head spun. She could not believe it was happening, not until his palm clapped against her cheeks with a hard swat and the physical burn jolted her into reality. This was happening; the arrogant marine from next door was spanking her. Hard.

His hand landed on her squirming cheeks a dozen times before he paused long enough for her to let out the string of swear words that had been building while she’d held her breath and tried to bear the pain stoically.

“What the hell, Austin! You’ve got no right! You can’t do this!”

“That’s where you’re wrong,” he growled. “I am doing it and I have every right, seeing as I’ve been putting up with your nonsense for the past three months. You may not care if you turn your dog into a dangerous biter, but I do.” With that, he resumed the spanking, his palm bounding off her bottom with swats hard enough to make her jolt against the unyielding ridges of his thighs time and time again.

Sarah had never been spanked before. She was somewhat shocked by how much it hurt. Every time his palm met her bottom it was like an incendiary device going off. There was a flash of pain that shot through her nervous system, made her toes curl and her nipples harden with what she told herself was outrage. And then there was the aftermath, an ache that sank deeper and deeper every time he swatted her.

“Spanking me isn’t going to fix Nunu!”

“Yes, it is,” Austin said. “Your dog bites because he does whatever he wants, just like you. Once you have some rules and boundaries to follow, he’ll snap right into line.”

“I’m going to call the cops on you!”

Austin let out a laugh. “No, you’re not.”

“I will!”

“You’re going to call the police and say your neighbor spanked your naughty bottom after your dog bit him? You’re going to call the police to your house? You don’t think there’s anything here they might find more interesting than your hot little ass?” He palmed her bottom and waited for a response.

Sarah went tense over his lap. He was referring to the drugs, of course. The drugs nobody knew she had. Or nobody was supposed to know she had anyway. They helped with her art, and they definitely helped make her parties livelier. How the hell did he know about them?

“Cat got your tongue?” He swatted her lightly, catching the very center of her cheeks. “Or have you just realized what a corner you’ve painted yourself into?”

It was with hot-bottomed horror that Sarah realized Austin had her right where he wanted her. She was at his mercy, and he seemed to have taken a very intense interest in her behavior, which could not possibly bode well.

“When I’m done with you, you’re going to stand up, go into the corner for ten minutes, and then you’re going to clean this place from top to bottom. I don’t want to see a coaster out of place, you understand me?”

Looking around at the chaos that was her home, Sarah whimpered. “But…
Ow!
”

He’d slapped her bottom hard in response to her objection. “I’m not making a request, Sarah. I’m giving you an order, and you’re going to obey it, or you’re going to find yourself panties down with a wooden spoon slapping your bottom, understand me?”

Her response was more an incoherent wail than anything.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he said as he flipped the hem of her skirt up over her back, revealing her panty-clad buttocks.

“Austin!” Yet again she said his name in scandalized tones.

“Naughty girls who don’t train their dogs or clean their homes get spanked properly,” Austin replied. “That means over their panties and then on the bare.”

“But…”

“No buts,” he said firmly as he began spanking her again. He gave her what had to be at least twenty swats over her panties, sealing in the heat he’d started over her skirt. Sarah couldn’t believe he was still going, and she certainly couldn’t get her head around the idea that he intended to take her panties down too. The thought made her blush from the top of her head all the way down to her toes, and gave her a curious sensation in the very pit of her belly. Every swat made her squirm, and every squirm was making heat turn to something else. Austin’s palm was less than an inch from her pussy whenever he paused, and now that her skirt was no longer lending modesty to the proceedings, she was more aware of it than ever.

Her body was reacting of its own accord, producing a traitorous wetness that she knew would soon soak through the gusset of her underwear, and even if it didn’t, it was going to be plainly visible when he made good on his promise to take her panties down.

Whimpering softly, Sarah tried to quell her body’s reaction, but the more she tried tensing things and resisting the spanking, the more it hurt and the wetter she got.

“Time for these to come down, I think,” Austin said. The words made her quiver, as did the way he let his fingertips drift under the lower hem of her panties, traveling along the reddened skin with a gentle touch.

Sarah made no reply. What was the point? She had no control in any of this; he had made that much quite clear. All she could do was lie there over his lap, her hot bottom aching as he ran his strong fingers over her skin and hooked them in the waistband, drawing her panties down with what seemed to be a deliberate slowness. He wanted her to know she was being bared. He wanted her to feel every inch of her modesty disappearing as he slowly peeled down her underwear, stopping not when her panties were no longer covering her bottom, but letting them fall all the way down her legs until they tangled at her ankles.

He let out a low whistle and passed his palm lightly over her reddened cheeks. “You’re gorgeous,” he said, catching her off-guard with the compliment. “Look at this bottom.” He patted her hot buttocks lightly, apparently pleased with the way they moved under his hand. “You were made to be spanked, Sarah,” he said. “There’s no doubt about it.”

She did not have much to say in response to that. The lowering of her panties had not just left her bottom bare, it had exposed her pussy. It had meant that her clit was now pressing against the rough fabric of his jeans, and it meant that she was now completely distracted from almost everything besides where his fingers were going and how close they came to touching her lower lips.

He swatted her bottom lightly, almost playfully. “You’ve gone very quiet,” he observed. “Is that because you’ve discovered you like this?”

Sarah closed her eyes, though that made no difference at all. She was blushing so furiously the tips of her ears felt as though they were on fire. He knew what he was doing to her. She felt his hand slide over her bottom and then onto her outer thigh. He applied a little pressure, spreading her legs. She could have resisted, but she didn’t. She let him see the results of his spanking, the wet glistening slit of her pussy.

“Oh, you do like this,” he said in husky, aroused tones. “You like this a lot.”

His fingers drifted up her thigh and brushed gently against her outer lips. Sarah let out a little sigh. In spite of the heat and the ache, his caress was exquisite. The lightest touch was all it took to make her clit brim with excitement. She needed more from him. In that moment, she would have taken more spanking if it meant that she received another one of those brief caresses.

The spanking began anew, but this time there was no fierce fire to the swats. This time he spanked her almost lightly, and each slap was interspersed with a caress to her pussy lips, a teasing touch that made the petals of her womanhood flower increasingly until his fingertips were dipping into her moisture and sliding into her body, penetrating her just barely.

Sarah had long released all notion of propriety. She arched her bottom and held her red cheeks high, hoping that it would earn her a deeper touch. He chuckled and patted her bottom, his palm pausing for a moment as he seemed to be trying to make a decision.

“Sit up,” he said, letting her have her freedom. She squirmed up to her knees, ending up beside him on the couch, looking at him quizzically. He didn’t seem to be done with her, but the spanking was clearly at an end.

“Take your top off.”

She hesitated for a moment, staring into his eyes. She saw no indecision there. He meant what he had said. He wanted her naked. And for some wild, completely hedonistic reason, she agreed. She pulled her blouse off over her head, revealing her bare breasts and belly to his gaze.

His eyes roamed her body appreciatively. “Beautiful,” he said, reaching out to caress the underside of her left breast, his thumb brushing across her erect nipple.

“Kneel up on the couch,” he said, making a new order. “Facing the back.”

She did as she was told, caught in an erotic daze. She could not see him, but she felt his hand slide up her back and her neck and then his fingers tangled in her hair and he pulled gently, arching her naked body backwards.

Sarah was completely in his thrall, her hips gyrating ceaselessly with carnal excitement as he held her in place. She heard the zipper of his jeans, then felt the brush of his long, hot, hard cock against her inner thigh. A brief spark of something like moral panic ignited at the realization that her handsome neighbor now held her completely naked and was poised with his cock at the last barrier of her resistance.

“You took your spanking well,” he praised, patting her bottom with his free hand. “And taking your spanking well earns you a reward.”

“Mmnnghh?” Sarah couldn’t quite find the words to respond to that. But what were words when her wetness was tracing down her inner thighs and her pussy was pulsating with need? She could smell her arousal, a feminine musk her body was releasing as it begged for more.

“Because you’ve been such a good girl, I’m going to fuck you now,” he purred in her ear. Her hair was caught in his fist, her body arched as he moved his hips forward and thrust the bare length of his cock inside her without any hesitation or precaution. In less than a second he was buried deep inside her, her cunt wrapped around him like a tight glove, his hips pressing against her spanked bottom. The hand not in her hair moved from her hip around the front of her body. He slid his index and middle finger along either side of her clit and pinched lightly as he began to thrust inside her, long hard strokes that claimed her for his own.

Held and fucked, Sarah could do nothing but take her pleasure. Her clit felt as hot and as tight as the skin on her bottom as Austin’s cock plundered her. He knew how to take a woman. He knew when to thrust hard and fast, and when to slow down and offer a few teasing strokes with just the head of his cock before burying himself deep inside her.

Sarah had never made love like this before, never been taken by a man who had so roughly seduced her and left her unable to object to her own ravishment. She arched her hips back, welcoming every thrust, soft vocalizations becoming louder as he took her harder, grinding and thrusting until her pussy began to ache from the vigor of it all.

Though she whimpered, he did not stop. His fingertips danced over her clitoris as his cock demanded her complete submission. He did not speak a word, but she knew what he wanted. He wanted her to cum on his thrusting rod. He wanted her to dissolve completely and give way to the tremors that were racing through her lower belly and rising to an uncontrollable crescendo as he bent her head forward and bit her swiftly on the back of her neck.

She came hard, falling forward and being caught by the back of the couch as Austin clamped her hips in his hands and flooded her deepest places with his essence. He kept biting as he came and did not release her until the last drops of his cum had made their way inside her bare pussy.

The force of the orgasm left her trembling and weak. Left to her own devices she would have slumped over the couch, but he gathered her close, cradled her on his lap, and kissed her over and over until she managed to find words.

“W… what was that?”

“That,” Austin said with a twinkle in his eye, “was the beginning of the rest of your life.”

Chapter Two

Three days after Austin claimed her and turned her life upside down, Sarah threw a party. It happened to be the same night that Austin had told her he was going to be out of town for the night, but that was a sheer, total, utter, completely unplanned coincidence. There was certainly no way Sarah had put off the party for two days so that Austin wouldn’t come over midway through and spank her in front of her artistic peers. And she definitely wasn’t planning on denying the party had happened if he asked about it later on. If it happened to slip her mind, oh well.