Misbehavin’
by
Wendy C.
You were visiting from the North and didn’t feel like being stuck at the house, so you rode up with me to work and hung out between the break room and the dining room.
It’s late Saturday night and I’ve been very naughty at work. You laughed, but I ignored the warning in your eyes and continued misbehaving. First chance you had after the evening rush you pulled me into the walk-in cooler and verbally warned me to stop and behave. I knew that if I continued I would be in deep doggy-do, but I kept on being bad.
Teasing the Shift Manager, Mike,to the point of almost ‘blue- balls’ and carrying on with Scott. You give me ‘the look’ that usually makes me stop whatever I’m doing, and even though I saw it, and it sent chills down my spine, you knew I was not going to stop until drastic measures were taken.
You wait until I’m in the break room standing in front of the door to the walk-in, and even though I’ve quit my shananagans, you are still extremely upset with me. While I’m reading the schedule and my eyes are focused on the clipboard you have opened the door to the walk-in and positioned a chair inside, then placed a hand on each of my shoulders with a firm grip and led me in ahead of you. I managed to sneak a glance back at you, and the look you are giving me turns my blood cold. I’m not sure just what to expect when you spin me around roughly and begin that low evil chuckle, but you are smiling.
I start to scream but, you quickly muffle it by placing your hand over my mouth. You look directly into my eyes as I become paralyzed and speechless. Your glare invades and permeates into my very soul. Every fibre of my being is screaming into my brain, "Run! Break free and run!" I can’t. The ‘kicked puppy’ and ‘scared little girl’ is not winning any awards now and as I attempt to break free. The Manager opens the door to grab something off the shelf. He looks at you and you glare back at him, causing him to turn pallor and quickly exit the walk-in. You hold my eyes hypnotized by your glare as you grab something off the shelf and shove it into my mouth. I bite down and it’s a a lemon,"Ugh!"
In the time it takes me to get the lemon out of my mouth, you have already pulled my pants and panties down to my knees and the next thing I know, you have begun to spank me very hard, causing me to cry out. After three or four really hard strokes I realize you are with ‘wood’ and you begin to lecture me in the low sweet voice you normally use when I’ve been good, but the strike force behind your hand is becoming more intense. I can feel the red glow rising from my butt cheeks.
After what felt entirely too long, you slow down on your spanking and begin to rub my painful tush-with the loving care I’ve always associated with you until I’ve almost stopped whimpering, and then, SMACK!!
After several moments of this smack and rub you finally raise me to my feet and then pull my panties up first and then my pants and tell me to sit on your lap. I beg off as my poor bum is stinging really bad. You then softly insist. Knowing better then to cross or ignore or refuse you again I gently and barely perched on your leg when suddenly the door opens and it’s the Manager checking on us. You smile this time at him and he looks at me and how I’m being very quiet and behaving and smiles back saying as he excuses himself, "’Bout damn time somebodys’ man enough to reign you in!" And you chuckled and smiled as the door closed. You tell me to stand up and I do, then you stood up. You spun me around to face you and then when you have me positioned where you wanted, you wrap your arms around me to hold me close as you whisper into my ear, "Have we learned our lesson on testing my patience?" I said, "Yes!" You gave me a soft long kiss and we finish the last 30 minutes of the shift without a hitch.
After work you drive us down to the beach, where you had at some time snuck down there and hid a cooler with assorted crackers, mini pasties, wine, cheese, plastic wine glasses and a blanket. You took me to this secluded part where you led me by the hand.
alignThe stars are shining bright tonight, the moon is in the waning stage and we look around at the sky and the waves crashing against the shore. All at once I hear the gurgling of liquid being poured. You are pouring our wine. You pass me, mine and we lean back against a gently sloping dune, almost against each other and enjoy the moment.
You are still sporting a tremendous woodie...or had it come back to get revenge as well? I really don’t want to sit as my buns are still a bit on the harsh side of pained, so I laid on my side, propping my head with my hand, facing you. You assumed the same position, only facing me as we munched on crackers and cheese and finished our wine and we kissed. You kiss me long and deep and passionate, but, I’m playing the hurt one as long and far as I can!
You ask me to, and then assist me in pulling my pants off where we laid them on the ice chest. I leaned over, first unfastening your button and then unzipping your pants with my teeth, you then take them off and lay them on the ice chest as well.
You reached around the side and I realized that this is a double bed roll as you zip us up to keep warm. I see why, as a couple of ‘snow-birds’ stroll by, wave and smile, no doubt on their way back to the condo after a soothing night’s walk. You then unzip the bag and ask me to take off my panties,I do this and you noticed that my poor bum is still glowing, and you want to rub it and make it feel better, but, you know it is still very tender so you pour us another glass of wine and we lie there drinking our wine and staring at the stars until you lean over and reach around me.
Since I’ve finished my glass, I toss it over by the ice chest to be picked up afterward, before we leave.
You reached down and began titalate my womanhood. I then get a idea, "Hey! Let’s do it in the water!" You had never made love in a public place before, much less in the Gulf. You like this idea and we walk over to the water and test it with our toes. Not too cold, so we dive in and get used to the coolness as it relaxes our bodies and relieves my poor buns after a hard night’s work and good ol’ fashioned spanking! You swim close to me and stand up, or at least try to. The waves are not something you’re used to, and they knock you down time after time until you can establish your footing.
Finally, you’re standing there, towering over me, as I am rather short. Your arms snake around my waist and pull me close as we engage in a seriously long,hot, deep and passionate kiss. The waves still push against you but,you’ve grown accustomed to them and have learned to roll with them.
I can’t stand it anymore as I want you and I jump with a wave and wrap my legs around you as your big hard throbbing member slides in. Oh! My God! You go all the way to the hilt and the fat mushroomy head hits the wall of my core. I can feel the veins on the shaft begin to pulse and you swell, but, you will not let yourself ‘go’ so early. You hold back. Our rythm becomes more in sync and the waves seem to do alot of the work for us as we both climax. You pull out and a trail of bitter-sweet cream follows. After a salty bath we walk back up to our blanket and find the towls you had stashed and dry ourselves before putting our clothes back on and laying back on the blanket.
We have just enough wine for one whole glass or two half glasses, so we opted to share the one glass. We kiss between sips and make small talk gazing into each other’s eyes. You check your watch,it reads 3:00 AM. You exclaim, "Oh! Shit! We have to get home or at least go get something to eat, I’m starving!" We pack up the ice chest, find a litter barrel and toss the plastic glasses, wrappings, and empty bottle on our way back to my truck.
We pulled into Denny’s where we decided to do a little ‘playing’. You walked in first, and Becky escorts you to a table. I waited about five minutes and then I walked in. Becky and I engage in some girl talk and she points you out saying something about what a handsome man you are! She then asks what brings me in and I told her some weird off the wall thing and she began to laugh. I look over at you and you have the menu held up as if to not see me. I elbow Becky and say, "Watch this! I’m gonna check him out!" I walked over to the table, and Becky almost had a fit and says, "What the hell are you doing? Do you know him?" I said, "No. But, I will!"
I approached you at the table and introduced myself. You smiled and asked if I’d like to join you and I couldn’t help but, be a comedian, so I pretended to have a cigar in my left hand and in my best Groucho voice I said, "I didn’t know you were falling apart!" I sat and began to rub your legs with my foot and as you looked up I winked in a very sensual way while licking my lips. Becky was beside herself with angst. She didn’t know whether to worry for you or me or call the cops because you might be an axe-murderer or something. She walked up to the table and asked if you knew me,and you said, "No! Not yet,anyway!" And with a very wicked smile you give a short chuckle.
We really had her going now!
We order our food and then after eating, we leave together after debating who was going to pay the bill, so we decide to go dutch. Becky’s eyes were as big as Volkswagen headlights by now. She had never seen me do this,just approach a man and then leave with him,as she knows I’m really very shy. We don’t tell her anything. We leave and go back to the house where we can go to sleep.
I’m off tonight so we decide to go back up to Denny’s and there she was, still stewing in her juices and with a worried look as we walked in together. After much prodding, and almost pleading, we finally told her what was going on. The look on her face was absolutely priceless and we sat there drinking our coffee, reminiscing about the beach and laughing about the restaurant scene the night before.......Not so bad a visit, eh.