"You're
Going Nowhere, Little Lady" by Lizbeth Dusseau
(c)
1997, all rights reserved
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Scarlet Moons
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With wild hair that would reach to her waist when it was
calm, now flowing on the breeze, Felicity Moon blew up the
apartment stairs. Coming
to rest on the top step she was panting, out of breath.
About to put her key in the lock, she stopped short
hearing the sounds from the other side of the unlocked door.
KC. Not KC
singing, or KC dancing nymph-like over hardwood floor and
landing in a clumsy plop, or KC making love to Jake … No, this
was KC hollering loudly, between the sound of something dreadful
smacking against her flesh.
Felicity listened outside the door, opening it just a
crack. Distinctive
and plaintive wails of woe issued from the poor woman,
continuing nonstop as fierce smacks with the palm of a hand were
laid on what must have been naked skin.
Her delectable ass must be the color of a pink blooming
flower, or a summer sunset, or worse yet, the same scarlet hue
she blushed on her pale cheeks.
Good lord! Felicity thought to herself, KC was being
spanked!
Slowly inching her way inside so the door wouldn’t
squeak, Felicity hoped she could sneak in without her roommate
or the spanker realizing she was there.
Giving the door a gentle shove, the dark-haired
amber-skinned Felicity peeked beyond the hallway, and saw
nothing. Tiptoeing further, she just barely glimpsed Jake, but
then moved quickly into the kitchen out of sight. With all the bellowing and slapping that was going on, her
movement was likely not detected, but she didn’t want to risk
discovery. She had
to have her portfolio from the study or she’d be dead meat a
half hour later when her meeting with Mr. Macho Texas-guy was
suppose to start. Negotiating
her path to the study was a little tricky, however.
It meant slipping into a room highlighted by a wall of
windows that looked out on the living room—right where KC was
getting her ass blistered.
Peeking out the kitchen door, Felicity breathed a little
easier when she spied Jake sitting on a dining room chair with
his back to the study windows.
And KC—well, she was completely occupied, squirming and
kicking like a banshee to get out from under her boyfriend’s
firm hold.
With the portfolio lying on the top of the desk just a
few feet from the kitchen door, snatching the leather satchel
should be a piece of cake … but then there was the scene
beyond the windows. At
just the right angle Felicity could see KC’s bobbing behind
getting one smart lick after another.
Stopping in her tracks, she paused to watch mesmerized as
each stroke of Jake’s powerful arm came down on that
lusciously red derriere. When
he suddenly stopped, she flinched and darted back into the
safety of the kitchen. Hearing
the commotion stop for a moment, she was stunned to hear it
begin again, with the tone even more alarming.
Another glance around the corner and she saw Jake with a
wooden hairbrush in his hand smacking the round raw cheeks with
as fierce a stroke as he used with his hand.
The result: a KC in even more distress.
“Stop it, you ass!” the
blonde woman wailed when she was conscious enough to speak.
When she wasn’t, she let out a wild riot of nonsensical
cries, sprinkled liberally with four-letter words that KC would
never use in normal language.
To listen to her ranting, one would think that the man
she wrote ten-page, perfume-soaked, red-heart filled, messages
of love to daily—even when he was in town—was a “sonafabitch
gutless, ball-less m’fucking bastard she’d never lay eyes on
ever again”.
None of KC’s vows did
anything to change her darling lover from his task.
The hairbrush continued searing those twin globes with a
zeal that held Felicity spellbound.
She stared at the scene in speechless wonder,
her body responding so strongly she was almost tempted to
put her hand at her crotch and begin to rub—something that
wouldn’t have surprised Felicity in the slightest.
Spanking was not exactly foreign to her.
Every lover she ever had, that would accommodate her
desire, spanked her bottom for the sexual thrill of it.
But there was nothing sexual happening here, no matter
how Felicity was responding.
No, her roommate was being punished.
There was little doubt of that.
Though she really couldn’t see Jake’s face, he was
obviously pissed. For
a seemingly mild-mannered man to become so physical with the
woman he showered with poetry and love-songs, there was only one
explanation for the moment.
“Oh, gawd!” Felicity
shrieked to herself. “He
found out about ….”
Looking further than the scene
at the dining room chair, she spotted KC’s purse on the coffee
table, its spilled contents, and yes, that must be the fake ID
lying there. Gathering
her wits, Felicity knew when it was time to move on.
Quickly plucking the portfolio from the desk, she darted
from the study, through the kitchen, into the hall.
About to exit the apartment, she slipped against the door
post and the portfolio turned upside-down spilling its contents
on the slick floor.
The spanking stopped
abruptly. With a
half-dozen papers sliding beyond the hallway into the living
room, no retrieval of her necessary notes was possible without
the pair in the living room seeing her.
“Felicity!” She heard Jake’s sharp voice.
“I’ll be out of here in
a jif,” she called to him.
Scurrying past the hallway, she was on the floor scooping
up papers, paying no attention to their disarray.
“You’re going nowher
As fierce as Jake could
look, however, he was simply not strong enough for a headstrong,
self-willed woman like Felicity.
Physically, Jake was as dark as she was.
They were both from eclectic mixed-parentage.
Felicity was told she was half white, obviously her
mother’s side, and on her father’s, Hispanic, Black and
Polynesian. Actually,
it seemed that every relative she talked to had a different
story about her ancestors—she never really knew and she really
didn’t care. Jake
was dark-skinned because he was a man with his roots in African
soil as much as in European.
Whatever combination of heritages he sprung from however,
the result was six-feet tall, dark eyes, a weighty chest and, at
the moment, a cleanly shaved head.
She met him when he was a bouncer in a local dive—for
Jake a part-time job that his appearance made him perfectly
suited for. And
yet, the other side of the imposing looking Jake Troy was a
stunning intellectual and poet, currently an assistant professor
of English at the University.
Most of the time he was as mellow as a teddy bear,
though, at the moment, he was as formidable as a girl’s worst
nightmare.
“Tell me you didn’t
arrange that fake ID,” Jake said, holding up the forged
document for Felicity to see.
She didn’t want to
incriminate herself, but there wasn’t much she was going to do
to get out of this blunder.
“Fake, huh?”
Jake grabbed for her arm and
pulled her swiftly to her feet, leveling a death-gaze which she
tried to match with one of her own.
Unfortunately, she had no grounds to counter the man
since they both knew she was guilty.
“You can’t take even a
little subterfuge?” she queried him with a sugar-coated tongue
and a coy expression in her eyes.
“Using big words now?”
he retorted.
“You taught me well, my
sweet poet.”
“I ain’t being sweet
now, babe. You’re
going to get the same treatment on your ass that KC just got on
hers.”
“Oh, no,” she winced.
He was a man of few words
when he was in a mood, and boy, he was in one now!
Truth was, if he’d been
more like this when they were going together she might have
stayed with him, or at least treated him better so he would have
stuck around, or at the very least, hadn’t turned his eyes
toward KC. Too bad he always had those marshmallow heartstrings
she could tug. He
might be in a foul mood but eventually he’d relent, and deep
down inside she’d be pissed, because that wasn’t what she
wanted him to do. But
if she was lucky, maybe this time she could take advantage of
that soft trait.
“Jake please,” she
smiled innocently. “KC
asked for the ID. I
told her it wasn’t a good idea and she’d have to be really
careful. I’m
really ….”
“You little bitch,” he
said shaking his head.
She got her answer quickly.
Excuses and sweet-talk wouldn’t work.
There’d be no marshmallow-hearted Jake today.
Sitting on the same dining room chair that he just used,
he quickly drew Felicity over his substantial lap.
His thighs felt like granite rocks and she could feel his
fierce intention hold her as firmly as his hands.
“Jake stop!” she roared.
“I’m late for a meeting!
Please!”
“Then be late!” he
retorted without hesitation.
Paying no mind to the
furiously wriggling body, Jake raised Felicity’s short skirt
to find her naked underneath, a fact he assumed would be true
for the vampy tart. She
never, unless she absolutely had to, wore panties. Coming
down with the palm of his hand on her clenched derriere, he
began to spank it as hard as he spanked his girlfriend.
Felicity’s ass was small but plump, two very fleshy
mounds of nakedness. And while a humbled KC sat in fetal position on the couch
looking on, her older, supposedly wiser, mentor took a rigorous
punishment.
The pace was furious.
Jake wasn’t just pissed, he was furious.
Doing his girlfriend’s behind had hardly taken an ounce
of his fury away because he seemed to still have a ton stored
within his powerful form.
“Jake, this is stupid!” Felicity roared.
Not only was it stupid, it stung as sharply as her
mother’s hand had stung on her child’s behind, stung worse
than bees planting their hind-ends in her flesh, and stung ten
times worse than any playful erotic spanking a boyfriend had
delivered to her behind. Funny—Jake
had never indulged her spanking fantasies. But he sure wasn’t
holding back now. She
could feel the heat of it soar through her.
Straying to her thighs, that stung the worst.
And when he paused only to pick up the damned hairbrush,
she was shocked to feel the punishment become more harrowing
still.
“Oh, I hate you!” she cried.
“I don’t care!” he
shot back.
“You’re going to leave
bruises!” she tried once more.
“I don’t care,” he
retorted easily.
“You ass!”
“You bitch!”
The harder she struggled to
get away, the more he proved his ability to overpower her.
He had mighty arms for a “pussycat” and a mighty
temper. Their waged
battle continued until Felicity was too exhausted to go on.
Relenting, at least somewhat, she let the painful strikes
of the paddle continue to redden her ass.
And with just that small bit of resignation from her,
Jake began to slow the smacks so they became more manageable.
The sting was still biting and her ass was still hot, but
the pain was becoming more than just pain.
Stunned, chagrined and
hurting, she was oddly aroused.
With a few finishing smacks
that were especially harsh, Jake ended it, pushing her
unceremoniously off his lap.
Caught off balance, she hit the floor and stared up at
the man with tears in her eyes.
“If I thought it would do
any good, Felicity Moon, I’d take you … and you too,” he
said, looking straight into KC’s scared eyes, “over my lap
every day. You know
she got arrested for using that false ID last night!”
“She what?”
“Yeah, I had to bail her
out, and she was lucky to have a kind judge, but then maybe he
was too weary to worry about a college student playing a stupid
stunt. But I swear
….”
“It’s gone,
destroyed,” Felicity said, snatching the ID from the table and
trying to rip it with her hands.
“Yeah, it will be
destroyed,” Jake said calmly taking it away.
“I can’t believe you had two copies made.”
He shook his head. “I
don’t know who’s the more irresponsible one here,” he
looked directly at Felicity, then at KC.
“Is she being charged?” Felicity asked, carefully
tiptoeing into what might be a messy minefield.
“Thankfully, no,” he
replied. “You
know I can be really sweet when I want to be.
It worked wonders on the judge.
But I should have them haul you in for
this.”
“You can’t do that,”
she snapped back.
Felicity had more to say, but glancing at the clock, she
was quickly on her feet. “Good
gawd! I’m late
for that meeting. You,
you, you ….” She wanted to hiss in his face, but she
didn’t have time. Racing
back to her scattered papers, she gathered the mess in her arms
and exited the apartment.
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