Chapter Four-3
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“Glad you feel that way. Actually, I think it’s best for the stables.”
Midge thought a moment, finally blurting out, “She was fired, wasn’t she?”
“What?”
“Amanda.”
“No, not exactly. But why would you ask?”
“Makes me wonder if anyone else’s job is on the line,” she said innocently.
“You’re worried?”
“Should I be?”
“Humm, you might.”
“Really. You’d fire me?”
“Let’s just say I’m keeping an eye on you. That scene with Cissy certainly didn’t do you any good.”
“Even if it was Cissy’s fault.”
“Nobody can confirm that fact but you. As far as Jake and I are concerned, you’re both at fault.”
“I see.”
“I’d suggest that you mind your manners, Midge.”
Humm, the dictatorial sound of his voice caused her tummy to spasm excitedly.
“Yes, sir,” she snapped sweetly.
“I mean it?” he said as his eyes narrowed with that warning.
“Yes, I’m sure you do. I figure you’ll be spanking my behind if I don’t walk the straight and narrow.”
His eyes twinkled at that comment. “You can bet on that. Now get to work.”
Midge watched him walk away as her insides turned somersaults. This much seduction almost seemed dangerous. If she didn’t watch herself, she’d be doing something stupid just to get that spanking. Though she wasn’t sure if she wanted the kind of relationship he described, she knew that she had to have that first, private spanking, just so she could find out. The tension of waiting was turning unbearable, even more so now that he was giving orders—and doing a damn good job at that.
While Midge brooded romantically over her attraction for Hank, Cissy brooded on her own, remembering her evening with Garth the night before.
It had been their first date since the remarkable spanking and s*x beside the lake. Oddly, this one wasn’t nearly as satisfying—especially the s*x. Could it be that her enthusiasm for the relationship was already dying off? It happened so often with men. She’d love them and leave them—at least that was true of every romance she’d had since she turned fifteen and was allowed to date. Six, seven guys, at least. All the same routine. The fireworks that began their relationship just didn’t last. And she wanted fire! And theatrics! And drama! She wanted s*x hot, and rough, and a little crude. Her crotch was getting antsy just thinking of it. She wanted guys to just take her—not exactly rape her, but definitely take charge in bed. That’s not to say that she would just lay down and spread her legs for them. Hell no! She was aggressive like a clawing cat—the man there to subdue her and make her weak. Ah, if only Garth could do that. It started out so well, why not this second time? He’d been sweet and gentle—way too gentle. Frankly, she got bored.
Why couldn’t he have been the way he was the time before? Forceful. Demanding. In charge. After the spanking, his c**k was almost defiant by the time he shoved its way inside her. What was so different between the two occasions?
Cissy brooded more while she took a break eating a ham and cheese sandwich on rye. She ran both nights through her head looking for clues, and then watched as Jake strode through the barn door.
“So, what’s going on in your pretty head?” he said as he approached.
“Nuthin.”
“Behaving yourself?”
“What else can I do?” she munched her sandwich. “You checking up on me?”
“It’s my job.”
“Yeah, I heard. Seems like Hank could do a good enough job. Why you?”
“Aw, just because I want to keep my fingers in your life,” he jested lightly.
“I’m sure it is.”
“And because I want everyone to know exactly how things are going to be run around here. Hopefully, it will be a more pleasant place.”
“As bad as it was, it still beats the hell out of your newspaper office.”
He chuckled. “Fine with me that you like this better. I can’t say as I wanted you there anymore than you wanted to be there. I just want to make certain you don’t carry your chip-on-the-shoulder attitude over to this job. Or let my presence affect you. I don’t plan to be here much, so that ought to please you.”
“Certainly does.”
“But I am warning you—officially, this is not your cousin but your boss speaking—you fight with Midge or anyone else again, you’re gone.”
“Hey, I learned my lesson. Hank worked just fine.” She smiled. Her mind suddenly taking an interesting side trip as she remembered that “just-spanked” feeling with a delightful tingle in her ass.
“Don’t do it again. We don’t need the hassle of having to spank employees who act like two-year olds.”
“And I don’t need to get spanked, thank you.”
“Glad we see things clearly.”
“Yes, and it’s nice to agree,” she haughtily returned. “Now, I do have work to do.”
“I’m sure you do.” He started to move off then turned back. “Oh, by the way. Last night… I know you slipped on your eleven o’clock curfew. I let it slide because you were with Garth. But you do it again…”
“Yeah, yeah,” she waved him off. If her cousin didn’t threaten to spank her at least once a day, she’d think they’d both died.
With Jake gone, Cissy returned to work, losing herself for a while—not a thought at all in her brain, until suddenly a smile broke out on her face. It’s got to be the spanking!
Good lord, to think she really needed that! She checked her past, realizing that it was only the guys she fought with, the ones that raised the s****l ante that inspired her needy crotch. What a horribly wonderful find! But what the hell was she going to do with it?
Cissy mulled the amazing discovery for a few minutes more, then spent the rest of her day trying to figure out how she was going to get her boyfriend to paddle her behind. If that’s what turned him into a sexy animal, then they’d just have to put it in practice—even if it meant living with a few moments of pain.
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