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“Dammit!” she roared for
the umpteenth time. Her
blonde hair was in her face, engine grease smudged on her cheek.
“What are you snickering at?” she charged at Jess,
who had watched her for the last hour, admiring the way her
beautiful bottom moved and swayed as she leaned into her broken
engine.
“Just you,” Jess smirked
happily.
“I’ll thank you to stop
it!” she barked. “You
have no idea what a fix we’re in stranded in the middle of the
jungle, while you sit there like a kid ogling me.
I’m surprised you’re not making obscene catcalls.”
“Would that make you
angrier than you are?” he asked.
“Ooooo, I could . . . .
“ she seethed as she came at him with a wench still gripped in
hand.
“Hey,” he admonished her
lightly. “Why
don’t you sit down and relax a few minutes and think.
Sometimes the most brilliant solutions appear when you
give up a little.”
“I can’t give up!” she
wailed.” Now she
was more despondent than angry.
“I didn’t say give up.
Just look at it from another point of view.”
“I’ve already looked at
every point of view, let’s face it, Jess, we’re stuck here
in this devilish jungle, and this plane won’t go up this
afternoon, or tonight, or tomorrow.
I think the engine might be gone.”
He didn’t bother to look
more worried than he was. It
had crossed his mind a good half hour before that they might
well have to walk out, and return later to salvage Ashley’s
Cessna.
The blonde pilot slumped down on the rock next to Jess,
and without any encouragement laid her head on his shoulder.
He thought maybe he was getting somewhere with her, when
she suddenly popped back up, and returned to the aircraft.
She began working again furiously as if she had an
answer.
After another fifteen minutes of twisting, turning and
hammering, Ashley threw the wrench on the ground, the anger in
her rising to a full rage.
“Let’s get the hell out
of here!” she exclaimed, turning around to him.
“And don’t you dare keep smirking at me like that,
you’re making me feel like a silly brat.”
“I’m sorry to tell you
Ash, you rather look like a silly brat right now.”
“Don’t you patronize me.
I don’t need that. And no “I told you so.” And I don’t need any of
your shumcky sympathy.”
“I wasn’t trying to do
any of that,” Jess assured her.
“Well it sure feels that
way! Maybe you
don’t see it Jess, but my fuckin’ plane is gone!
The engine is shot.
It’s gone, it’s not working, it’s never going to
fly out of this jungle.”
Her eyes were blazing angrily as she spoke.
“This is my life, my livelihood, and it’s gone.
Might as well burn the blasted thing!”
“I think you’re getting
a little overwrought,” he said dryly.
“I’m not getting overwrought!” she fumed.
“If you’d just calm
down,” he tried gently.
“Damn you! If I want to be upset, I’ll be upset,” she roared at him.
“Well, there’s one thing
for sure. We’re
not going to get out of this jungle while your standing there
looking like a two year old in the middle of a tantrum, like
your mommy just took away your favorite toy!”
“You ass!” she roared.
“You fuckin’ ass!”
“Hey, get a grip, Ashley,
the world hasn’t come to an end,” he shot back.
“You did one hell of a job landing that bird and saving
both our lives, I think you should at least be happy about
that!”
“It might as well have
gone down in smoke,” she bellowed.
Jess could see the tears in her eyes, on the verge of
spilling out, but not. “That’s
it,” he stated, making a decision of his own.
He moved the few feet toward her, pulled her back to the
rock where he was sitting, and up ended her over his lap. Then,
without explanation, he spanked her bottom with a dozen good
sharp smacks meant solely as a wake up call.
“Jess you stop this!”
she roared at him, kicking her legs.
“You going to stop acting
like an out of control baby?” he asked her.
“I’m not!” she
countered.
He smacked her bottom again.
“I’ll take your pants down, and give it to you really
hard, if you don’t settle down and start behaving yourself.”
“I don’t want to behave
myself,” she wailed, sounding ever more like a petulant child. But the tears were finally beginning to flow, and that was
good, as far as Jess could see.
He continued to pepper her bottom with one blast after
another, while Ashley did her best to kick and flail her arms
and legs as the rage poured from her.
When Jess finally tore at her shorts and pulled them down
so he could really get to the bottom of the problem, she
protested all the more, though there was a strange agreement
they’d seem to have reached.
Ashley knew she needed this as much as Jess did.
With his hand coming down on
her bare bottom, the sting became more fierce.
A fiery pain, beginning at her twin ass cheeks, moved
everywhere throughout her body.
It was a struggle just to keep her in place, but Jess
used every bit of strength he had to hold the bawling, moaning,
screaming brat in place while he attempted to subdue her.
Jess went on slapping her rear cheeks, while they turned
from a blushing pink to a flaming red, to finally a purplish
scarlet. This was
as necessary as spanking as she’d ever had, and as he’d ever
given her. And he
was not about to let up until she finally succumbed.
Jess wished he had the use of some other instrument to
punish her, it would certainly be easier on him.
But it didn’t matter that his hand was beginning to
sting, probably as much as her bottom was.
Maybe it was justice for them both.
They could both feel the hurt together, as she worked out
whatever Ashley Bloom needed to work out over his lap.
Ashley’s bottom was
looking blotchy and raw when she finally began to relent to the
treatment. She had
seemed to sob out all her woe, her cries becoming much less
vehement, and her arms and legs were at last relinquishing.
In turn, Jess’s spanks became more like love taps than
hearty smacks, until he finally stopped altogether and laid his
hand gently on her hot bottom.
“You think you can look at this a little more
calmly?” he asked her at last.
Her exhausted body appeared
to bristle for just an instant, though she relaxed again.
She pulled away from him, and ended up slumped to the
ground, her raw naked bottom hitting the ground with a painful
bounce.
“Ouch!” she moaned,
though it was clear that the quality of her woe had diminished.
She looked up at Jess through strands of tangled blonde
hair. Her wet tears
only accentuated the dirt and grease that smeared on her face.
“You’re a mess,” Jess
told her.
“Thanks.”
“But a calmer mess,” he
added, as he reached down to try and help her up.
“I’m fine where I am,”
she announced to him. Her
words were a little biting, but they didn’t pack the punch of
her earlier harangue. Her
anger had for the most part vanished.
“You still look pretty to
me,” he told her.
“And you’re still
condescending.”
“Only when you descend
into being an unruly brat,” Jess told her.
“Can’t I be upset about
this?” she said as she looked back to her plane.
“Of course. I don’t blame you. But
now that the storm is over, maybe we should figure how we’re
going to get out of here?”
She nodded.
“I guess it’s through
the jungle,” she said looking around.
“I think there’s a village a few miles out.
There should be enough daylight.
If I get my compass and my bearings straight, I think I
can get us there before it gets dark.
There’s a road going in that far, and I imagine we’ll
find a radio there. We’ll
have someone pick us up.”
“Sounds like a plan to
me,” Jess agreed, content to let her do the thinking, she
needed the diversion. “Let’s
hike.”
Neither of them was good at
sitting tight anywhere, especially in the middle of the jungle.
And the more space Ashley put between herself and her
damaged plane the better. At
least she could say she had saved their necks landing it in this
impossible place; it was one thing to be thankful for.
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