The Bodyguard

Chapter 35 - Meet the Parents (Part 1)

Gabriel meets me outside work the next Saturday, he doesn’t come inside this time, which I’m thankful for.  Nosey Sandy can’t ask any questions if she doesn’t see him.

He takes me home to change and pack my bag then we hit the road to his cottage.

He’s quiet on the journey so I fall asleep at some point and I wake to find we’ve arrived and he’s parking up in the driveway.

“Wake up sleepyhead,” Gabriel says to me with a smile.

“Sorry, I must have been really tired, I never fall asleep in the car usually,” I reply slightly embarrassed.

“I’m just happy you got some rest beautiful.”

I smile back at him then he gets out and takes my huge bag before helping me out.

“What have you got in here!” He exclaims with a chuckle.

“Well...” I reply nervously. He’d said he wanted me to keep some of my things here and we’ve said the L word and we’re meeting the parents now so I figured this was probably ok. Right now though in this moment I’m not so sure.

“What is it my love?” He asks with a furrowed brow.

“I just brought some extra things in case...” the words just won’t come out of my mouth.

“In case...” he urges me to continue.

His eyebrows unclench and raise an inch higher as the realisation hits him.

“In case I ask you to keep some of your things here again?” He guesses with a smirk.

“Well...errr... yes, but I don’t have to if it’s too soon.” I ramble.

“There is nothing that would make me happier beautiful. You’ve made my weekend just knowing that you want to take this step and make my home yours.” His smile has lit up his whole face.

Well I wouldn’t say I was making his home mine exactly but I’m ready to leave a dress, some casual clothes and a toothbrush so it’s a start.

“Well let’s unpack your things then I’m taking you to meet my parents. If we don’t go soon they we will get distracted and also they will expect us to stay for dinner. I’d rather go now then I can have you all to myself for the rest of the time.”

“Ok, that sounds good,” I tell him relieved that we will be getting it over with quickly and it’ll be a short visit. I’m far too nervous about this.

He takes me indoors and up to his room leaving me to unpack. I hang my things in the space he created for me a few weeks ago, then I brush my hair and touch up my makeup so I look my best. I’m smoothing on lipgloss as he returns.

“Ready?” He asks with a grin.

“Yes, do I look ok?”

“You look beautiful my love, they would love you even if you were wearing a sack and had bed hair though. You know that right?”

I roll my eyes in response.

“They would, honestly. They see how happy you make me and that’s what counts.”

I smile shyly. I’m sure he’s right, he knows them best.

We walk the long road from his cottage to his parents land hand in hand. The butterflies are dancing inside me, I’m not sure what to expect.

We arrive at the house and it’s smaller than I expected. I don’t know why but I expected them to live in a mansion with the amount of land and money they have. Instead it’s a beautiful old white two storey house with a brown front door and glass either side.

He doesn’t knock but walks inside pulling me with him since I’ve stopped expecting him to knock.

Inside, it’s bigger than I’d imagined. We walk down the long hallway into a room with many brown leather sofas. There’s an amazing smell coming from the kitchen, I look at Gabriel who frowns at seeing the room empty.

“Mom?” He calls.

A short older lady with curly grey hair enters the room. She’s older than I was expecting, quite a bit older than my parents for sure, even though he’s older than me she must have had him later in life. She’s wearing a flowery skirt and a pink top, they aren’t particularly fashionable nor do they seem immaculately pressed as I was expecting. She obviously isn’t as particular about everything like her son, which puts me at ease.

She smiles warmly at me saying, “you must be Kristen.”

“Yes, it’s lovely to meet you Mrs Parker,” I reply returning her smile.

“Oh please dear, call me Pam.” She chuckles.

She turns around and shouts, “Ted, she’s here!”

She has such excitement in her voice it makes me relax knowing they want to like me, even if it’s just for Gabriel’s sake.

An old man enters, older still than his mum. He looks about my grandparents age, he is well built, dressed casually and looks very much the country land owner he is. I see there is a definite age gap between his parents which means they won’t be judging ours. All this is reassuring.

“Hi,” he greets me with a smile.

“Gabriel was right, she is very beautiful!” Says Pam with glee.

“Ok Mom, calm down,” teases Gabriel.

“Sorry, it’s not every day you meet the woman who has stolen her baby boy’s heart.”

“Enough of the baby,” he warns laughing.

“Fine. I’ll make some coffee,” Pam says changing the subject quickly, she clearly knows how to handle Gabriel, I could learn a thing or two from this woman.

She leaves and we all sit on the sofas, me beside Gabriel who wraps an arm round my waist reassuringly and his father on the opposite side.

Pam returns a few minutes later with a huge tray. There’s a pot of fresh coffee, a jug of creamy milk and a plate of freshly baked cookies. That explains the amazing smell. I compare her to my own Mom who would never bake, even with us as children. She hates anything that creates a mess so buys everything ready made.

“I made oatmeal and raisin as they’re Gabriel’s favourite, I hope that’s ok,” Pam explains.

“Yes, they look and smell amazing,” I reply genuinely.

We eat the cookies and drink the coffee while Pam asks me about my course and my work.

“I’m going to graduate in a few months, but I’ve no idea what I’m doing after.” I tell her in answer to her questions.

“There’s an amazing art gallery in Lakeland City, Gabriel should take you there. I’m sure they will want to meet someone as bright and talented as you.”

“You’re too kind,” I blush. I doubt they’d be as interested as she assumes.

The afternoon passes quickly and I’m having a surprisingly nice time now I’ve relaxed. I learn that Gabriel’s older sister Cathy lives further along the same road with her husband Chris and their two young daughters. Gabriel is great with his nieces, but is the uncle who lets them get away with anything and gives them too many sweet things. He clearly adores and spoils them and a part of me wonders how he would be as a father.

Gabriel ends the conversation by telling his parents that we have plans, we don’t. I know he’s keen to make this visit short so I don't get too freaked out and I'm sure he just wants to get me back to his so he doesn’t have to share me any more.

Pam embraces me warmly and tells me to visit any time. Ted just smiles and nods, he seems to be a man of very few words. Gabriel got his build and amazing eyes from his father, but I can see that the rest is all Pam.

Gabriel takes my hand again as we walk back up the road.

“That wasn’t too scary, was it?” Gabriel asks tentatively.

“No, you were right and they are lovely.”

“They have their moments, but I knew they’d love you.”

We arrive back at the cottage and he leads me straight up the stairs and into his room. The second we’re inside his face grows serious and I'm confused because I thought that all went so well.

“Finally, we’re alone. I need to talk to you about last weekend.”

What? I thought we’d moved on from that and I’d made a huge effort to drop it despite feeling I should be the one receiving, not giving the apology. Yet here he is bringing it back up again. Why the hell would he do that?

“I don’t like to be disobeyed beautiful.” His words and face are soft, but his tone says differently.

“I wasn’t disobeying you! I don’t need to ask your permission to go out, or take orders from you when you don’t like what I’m doing with my life. It’s my life.” I yell angrily. The anger I’d suppressed last week is bubbling up to the surface.

“You are mine so my job is to protect you and the only way I can do that is if I know you can obey my orders when it matters.”  He's still speaking softly, but his whole demeanour is stern.

He’s actually serious about my obeying him?! I don’t think so.

“I’m not trying to stop you having your freedom, but you need to trust that everything I do is for your own good. Now I think you need to be punished for your bad behaviour so we can finally move on from this.

Punished?! Is he joking? Or is this just a kink?  I’ve always quite liked the idea of being spanked but this is all a bit too heavy and I’m wondering where he’s going with this.

“Punished?” I mumble weakly asking him to elaborate.

“Yes. Since it’s a first offence I’ll let you choose your punishment. You can receive it over my knee or down on yours.”

Oh ok so he’s got a kink and is using this little incident as a way of introducing that, I won't unleash the wrath that was building then.

“Err...l haven’t actually ever...,” I start nervously.

“Ever what? Been spanked?”

“No and also...”

“You’ve never sucked someone’s c**k?” He says without even blinking.

“No,” I admit shyly.

Jason and I never did anything really apart from touch and have s*x.

“Oh!” He exclaims, his eyes widening. “Well we’ll save that for another time then.”

He seems delighted by this revelation and sits on the edge of the bed and pats his thighs.

“Come over here,” he says in a low voice.

I inch towards him hesitantly. I’ve often fantasised about being in this situation but now I’m here and it’s really happening, I’m not sure how I feel about it.

He pulls me close and unbuttons my jeans, sliding them past my hips and I step out of them. He pulls me by my hips again and this time he flips me over his legs so my ass is right in front of him.

He slowly slips my panties down and I feel his hands massaging me, feeling the firm roundness. He strokes me softly, so gently then when I least expect it he slaps me hard.

My breath disappears with the shock, it stings and I’m sure he’s left a mark, but the aftershock tingles in a good way. He repeats this process another 4 times alternating cheeks to give me a break, telling me that I need to be a good girl in future. Each time still surprises me with the force and I feel tears stinging my eyes. I’m not crying because of the pain, it’s just an involuntary reaction, it does hurt, don’t get me wrong but I don’t feel hurt or humiliated like I thought I would. I’m not sure I’d want this on a regular basis, but I feel the wetness leaking out from between my legs and Gabriel’s excitement prodding me from below and I know it’s turned us both on.

When he’s finished he says, “well done, beautiful. You took your punishment so well. Now to give you your reward.”

Reward?

He lifts me gently, placing me on the bed and pushes my legs wide open. He joins me and scoots down until he is eye level with the tops of my thighs. He looks at me hungrily and raises his eyebrows in question, asking for my permission.

I blush furiously and nod and he doesn’t need telling a second time, he dives right in.  I soon forget about my bright red, stinging area.

An extra long chapter today!  Please leave me a comment and let me know what you think.  :)