Time Out (2 page)

Glenn smiled, remembering that special day and the first time she had fervently enjoyed him.  The woman loved oral sex- maybe even more than he did- and always sought an opportunity to have herself a ‘little dessert’.  That day was the first of many to come. Cassie encouraged him further to explore the lifestyle and his natural inclination to submit.  Curiosity prevailed and, within two weeks of their meeting, he
and Suzanne
began to formerly date.

Eyeing the handsome young man sitting uncomfortably in front of her, Suzanne also sighed as she recalled the last two months. Having an adult ‘little boy’ was more than what she could hope for and she was the happiest she had even been.  However, she was concerned for her best friend. Bryon still lived part-time with Rob and Cassie, who had been engaged on New Year’s Eve.  She could tell her closest friend was lonely.  With both being Tops, Bryon understood Suz
anne’s
need for a submissive man. Likewise, she knew of her friend’s desire for a woman/little girl of his own,
apart from
his role
as
Cassie’s very loving, but firm, Daddy.  He needed what Rob
and Suzanne
had.  The adult fulfillment.

Suzanne loved that odd little family desperately, wishing she could help Bryon find his soul mate.  She eyed Kristina; cute, a bit chubby and very submissive.  Suzanne trusted her instincts. 
Maybe this could work.…

Standing in front of Suzanne’s office, Kristina fumbled nervously in her purse for her lip-gloss.  She wet her lips and knocked softly.

“Come in,” she heard the woman’s voice.

“You wanted to see me, Ms. Bichat?”

“Yes.  Please sit down.  I’m very concerned about your progress.  You’re failing my class and you need it to graduate, don’t you?”

“Yes, ma’am,” the poor girl looked like she was ready to burst into tears.” I just don’t get it.  Something turns my brain off when it comes to writing thoughts outside my own mind.”

“You’re a Lit major?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Hmmm, this won’t do.  You need to see the universe from every different perspective.  It’s like playing a game of chess; you learn how to analyze and associate every move with the piece and the player.  The best writers and journalists are those who can view the world from every angle before pinning down one to explore.  I want to help you, but you need to put the work in.”

“I’ll do whatever I h
ave
to, I swear. I can’t afford another semester.” Tears started to pour. 

Suzanne sighed, her face softening. “Calm down, dear.  I’m such a softy for little girls.  Here, blow your nose,” she handed the girl a tissue. “I have a friend of mine who might be available to tutor you.  He’s an English and History teacher at UM.  Would you be interested?”

“I…I can’t afford a tutor, Miss. Bichat.  I’m a waitress at Denny’s on a grant,” Kristina said miserably. 

Suzanne reached across to pat the girl’s hand. “I’m sure Bryon would be glad to help.  He has a sister your age and understands how tough it is out there.  You’ll like him, he’s a smart, p
atient
and very like
able
man.  Well?”

“I’ll give it a try.  Thank you so much, Ms. Bichat.”

“No problem.  I’ll have him give you a call.  His name is Bryon Johnson. Oh yes, he’s a big boy, ‘bout the size of a mountain, but don’t let that scare you, ok?”

“Yes ma’am, thank you so much for the chance.”

Suzanne watched the girl leave the office and picked up the phone.  Now, to get the ball rolling…

* * *

“I’m telling Robby! He said I could read this comic book.  It’s not fair!” Cassie hissed as Bryon took her comic book from her.

“You’re going to tell on your D
addy to your Dom
? You know things don’t work that way,” he teased.  She frowned.  She still wasn’t quite used to him and Rob taking dual roles in ‘raising’ her. “You know what Rob thinks about snitching.  Go for it, munchkin,” Bryon laughed, seeing her face redden. “Now go finish your homework.”

“I’m done.”

“Really? You wouldn’t be lying to me, would you? You got a switching last time you did that,” Bryon warned her, raising his eyebrow. 

“I’ll go double check,” Cassie paled, quickly making an exit.  Bryon chuckled, flipping the TV on as the 20-year-old little girl/woman dashed out of the room.  She was a handful, that one.  His phone rang.

“Hey Bry, how’s it going?”

“Suz! I was just thinking about you.  Is Glenn behaving?” Bryon asked. 

“Hell, no.  He does everything he can to earn himself a good spanking,” Suzanne snickered, leaning back in her chair. “I’m so glad I met him.”

“Me too.  It’s what you both needed,”

“I agree.  How are you holding up?”

“Horny as hell, but otherwise ok.  Excuse me… Cassandra Lynn! I told you to do something!”

“Who are you talking to?” Cassie asked, peeking around the corner.

“Your Aunt Suzanne.  Now finished your homework or I’m getting Rob’s paddle.”

Shrieking, Cassie ran upstairs and slammed the door as Bryon sighed. “My girl’s giving me plenty of distractions.  Since they got engaged, she can’t seem to keep out of trouble.”

“Well, I have another distr
action
for you.  How would you like to tutor one of my students?”

“What’s going on?”

“She’s desperate to graduate and get out from under her load, Bry.  Can you help?” Suzanne asked after informing him about Kristina’s situation and difficulty in the required class.

“It sounds like she needs some incentives,” Bryon chuckled. 

Suzanne smiled. “You know me so well, my friend.  Wanna give it a try?”

“Sure. When are we going to see you? It’s been weeks and Cassie needs some girl time.”

“When are you going to have me over?”

“How about Sunday? Pop’s out of town again for a few days, which means Glenn would be home alone.  You know that invites trouble.”

“I just wish I could find a way to get my daughters to accept the fact I’m dating a man their age.  They can’t get over it,” Suz
anne sounded sad.

“At least they don’t live at home,” Bryon sympathized. 

Suzanne grunted.  “They are at my place so much, they might as well be.  Here’s Kristina’s number.  Let me know if you need anything.”

Bryon hung up the phone and glanced upstairs.  His hand was seriously itching to give his little girl a good bare bottom spanking for her defiance.  Well, that would have to wait.  He began to dial.

“Hello?”

“Kristina Barker?  I’m Bryon Johnson, Suzanne Bichat’s friend.  I understand you’re having some trouble in one of her classes…”

* * *

Kristina paced nervously, waiting for her first tutoring session.  Bryon told her that they could meet at the library on campus to get acquainted.  She agreed, grateful he had thought of her comfort and safety.  She watched the doors; Suzanne told her only that the man was as big as a ‘mountain’.  She did not expect to see exactly how much of one.

Bryon was wearing faded jeans, boots, and a brown pullover.  At
a towering height of
6’6”, and weighing a solid 270 pounds, the darkly tanned man reminded her of a gorgeous, breath-taking rhinoceros as he plowed towards her.  Her knees started to shake as he smiled, his dimples framing white, straight teeth.

“Kristina?” he asked, holding out his huge paw of a hand. 

Timidly, she shook it. “Mr. Johnson?”

“Call me Bryon.  I’m sorry I’m late, had problems with parking.” Kristina looked at the clock.  He was precisely on time. “Let me carry your bag and we’ll find a place to sit.” He held out his hand.

“I’m good, you don’t…”

“Another independent woman.  Wh
at is with you girls?
” Bryon sighed, not w
aiting for her to comply,
taking the backpack from her. “My sister gives me the same problem.  Just let me be a gentleman, ok?  I even hold the chair out. See? It won’t kill you to let me practice my manners.”

Kristina giggled, accepting the seat he offered.  She couldn’t take her eyes off his face.  He was so handsome, and
also
looked familiar.

“Did I miss a spot shaving?” he asked lightly, noticing her stare. 

Kristina blushed. “No, I’m sorry.  I’m an idiot.  I feel like I’ve seen you before.  Have we met?”

“I doubt you hang out at any of my favorite spots,” Bryon grinned, shaking his head. “I look a lot like my dad.  He’s Big Bill Johnson.”

“From the Dolphins?”

“Yep, the very same.  Got my good looks and killer bod from his side,” Bryon laughed, flexing his m
assive arm
muscles.  Kristina relaxed, liking him immensely and trying to ignore the rush of heat that surged between her legs. She wondered what it would feel like to h
ave those huge, powerful arms hold her.

“Oh, put those away.  I need the brain part, not the brawn,” she s
aid lightly, wrinkling her nose.

“So, we’re the little smart ass, are we? We’ll see.  One d
ay you’ll need these muscles
,” Bryon chuckled,
already enjoying the adorable girl’s company.  She would look so cute in a little blue dress, curly hair pulled back in a headband, little white socks….

“I have my moments,” Krissy giggled. “So, do you think you can help me? I’m useless in philosophy.”

Several hours passed as they talked and reviewed the class material.  The libr
ary lights began to blink, indicating time to close.
Bryon glanced at his watch, frowning.  “Shoot, I didn’t realize it was so late. I’m sorry,” he apologized, gathering the materials together to put away. The evening h
ad come to an end much too fast for his liking.

Kristina was just
as
disappointed that their evening was over. She h
ad been thoroughly enjoying his company
. “Me neither.  It’s been a long time since I laughed so hard.  I thought you were going to get us thrown out of here. You’re a little loud,” she giggled.

“It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve been thrown out of a library.  My poor d
ad got tired of signing the detention slips and just had the librarian stick me into a corner by myself,” he laughed loudly, seeing the old woman at the front desk glare at him for the umpteenth time that night, “
Would you like to stop for some coffee before you go home?”

“I re
ally shouldn’t
, I have an early shift tomorrow before class,” Kristina said sadly.  She would h
ave much rather spent a few more hours with this incredibly hot and funny young man.

“No problem.  Here’s my number.  When would you like to meet again?”

“I’m off Thursday night.  I gr
ab every shift I can.
”

“Which is probably another reason you’re having problems thinking.  Do you really need to put in so much time?” Bryon asked with concern. 

“I’m on a grant which only covers tuition and my dorm.  Everything else is my responsibility.  There isn’t a lot of pay in waitressing at Denny’s, but my boss schedules me around school,” Kristina answered.

“You have no one to take care of you?”

“I’m 22 and my parents have washed their hands of me.  I’m the black sheep of the family, the ‘gr
ave’
disappointment,” the pretty redhead said, looking down
as she repeated her father’s words
.

“Why would they s
ay such a thing?” Bryon asked, cupping her face gently in his warm palm.

“Because I didn’t want to get into the family business, or pursue a more lucrative field of study.  Literature is useless as far as they’re concerned.”

Bryon lifted her chin with a single finger. “Well, I don’t think you’re
a disappointment at all.  I find you refreshing, smart and a joy to be around.
In the meantime, I w
ant you to
call me if anything comes up or if you just w
ant
to talk. Let’s plan on meeting Thursday around 6:30, ok?”

“Ok.  Thanks, Bryon.  I appreciate the help.”

“My pleasure.  Nah uh, I carry a lady’s bags, remember?  I’ll escort you to your car.”

Kristina smiled, feeling very safe with the huge man walking next to her, wishing she looked like one of those picture perfect cheerleaders that hunks like him went after.  Oh well, at least she knew her new teacher would also be a new friend.

* * *

“Well? How did it go?” Suzanne asked eagerly , the phone tucked under her chin as she climbed into bed that night. 

“She’s a darling.  I think you might be right,” Bryon answered, driving towards his father’s house where he was going to spend the night.

“I’m always right, big boy.  She just needs to be nudged,” Suzanne giggled, slapping Glenn’s hand from her breast.

“Is my kid brother over there pestering you?” Bryon asked, hearing the woman telling someone to ‘stop it.’

“He’s a pain in the ass.  I already gave him one today for being disruptive in class and I think it made him horny!”

“I don’t need to he
ar this
.  I’ll let you go.  I’m seeing her again on Thursday, by the way.”

“Very good. If I think of anything, I’ll let you know.  Night, Bry.”

“Night, Suz.  Thanks.”

Chapter Two

Bryon held the chair out for Kristina as they sat down
at a quiet little coffee shop
Thursday evening.  They decided to meet elsewhere so that they wouldn’t disturb anyone again. He had been mulling over different w
ays to express his interest in her, but she just seemed to be interested in working.

“How does one begin to look out from inside a box?” Kristina read from her assignment book, wrinkling her nose, “I have no freakin’ idea.”

“Is the box opened or closed? Transparent or solid? What color is it? How big is it? Where is it located?”

“I’m getting a headache,” Kristina groaned, covering her eyes.

Bryon chuckled, pulling her hands away to look into her bright blue eyes. He held them securely in his own, squeezing gently. “Usually, I find it easier to place myself in the line of question.  It’s like when I work out my game plan each new season.  I have to ask myself what different directions and moves I would need to take to achieve a win.  Then I have to change my thought processes to being an opponent and question how I would stop the
advancement
. Does that make sense?”