Chapter 33: Flirting

Though drunk, Jackie still wormed out of her pajamas. Naked, she slithered over to me and pressed her breast into me. Her nipples poked into my back for most of the night. An hour before she awoke, she rolled away from me. Sleepily, she pulled on my arm encouraging me to slide up behind her. She pulled my arm around her. In doing this my dick pressed against her ass crack. Unconsciously she wiggled her hips and butt cheeks until my cock wasn’t just up against the crack but embedded deep into the cleft.

I woke early to the feeling of my dick between the warm globes of her ass. Plus, my hand had found its way to her resilient breast. Whether it was guided or found its own way, I don’t know. But either way, the pliable flesh felt magnificent in my palm that cupped it. The nipple was hard and erect between the insides of my two fingers. I hated letting it go but there was another small nub that needed to become hard.

I hadn’t played with her clitoris at night since the auction. In the back of my mind, I couldn’t help but wonder. If my making her horny every night while she slept hadn’t played some part in the events at the auction. I pondered the question of my influence in having her suck so many dicks. Or if it was what had her swallowing the cum spewed into her mouth. Or caused her to delight in having semen shot all over her face and body.

I put the concerns away for a moment. I would be there with her every minute, she was feeling the effect. Jackie would be sure of it. As she had made that clear the previous night. I slid my hand down the silky skin of her stomach. The sliver of an indention where her belly button was passed under my palm. It felt so good, the smooth skin under my hand, as it approached her bald folds. Her hips seemed to move toward my hand as it got closer to her slit.

The full lips hugged my finger as it slid down the center of the split while two others stroked the outside of her lips. On the stroke back up. my fingertip scraped over her nub as it peered out of behind its hood. She let out a sigh as the fingerprint ridges passed over the sensitive bundle of nerves. After passing over the bud each time pressing a little firmer, her movements began to be small thrusts. Her opening below oozed the female juice designed to lubricate my cock’s entry into her. Though it wouldn’t be used that morning.

Instead, I pressed on the bud and ground it in circles. She shuttered just a bit as I completed the fourth slow circle atop the button. Even her breathing got labored. I guessed she had two circles and a full-on orgasm would rock her body. She was on a very short fuse. I would let her marinate in her unconscious desire to climax, likely having an erotic dream of some sort. I wondered if I was part of that dream.

When she did wake up to the alarm, it was time for our morning swim. Jackie was having none of it. She was more than slightly hung over. In my swim trunks, I leaned over inches from her face and said, “One last chance. Come on.”

She reached up and put her hand on my face. She pushed me away saying, “You go. I will stay and get breakfast and extra orange juice. I’m feeling really thirsty and it might help this hangover.”

I stood up after being pushed away. “No. If you’re not going to do your job, IE accompany down to swim. Then if you want something to drink order yourself a Long Island Ice Tea and only that. But I will still want my usual coffee.”

“Screw that, I can get orange juice if I want it. I just pay for it myself. And there isn’t shit you can say about it.” Her hangover had taken all sensibility from her.

In less time than she could say “What the hell?” I had her, once again, naked over my knee. She was kicking and hollering at me once she was there. Her tits were jiggling nicely as they kept most all their form as they hung down. Her kicking opened up her pussy lips exposing her vagina’s opening as well as her puckered asshole. It didn’t take a lot to get both of her arms chicken-winged behind her where I could hold them with one hand.

I slowly said, “Ladies ... don’t ... talk ... like ... that.” With each word came a hard swat on an ass cheek. When the five words were finished her butt was cherry red and the room echoed with the last contact of a hand to a firm buttock. I kept her over my knee for a bit longer letting the burn soak into her ass.

When she thought she thought she should be let up, she resumed the kicking of her legs she had stopped when the fifth blow wasn’t followed by a sixth. “Let me up,” She howled, crying profusely.

“That was just for the language,” I informed her. And started a new set of blows on her ass. “This ... is ... for ... not ... keeping ... your ... word.” After the sixth swat of her ass, the seventh was directed at her pussy lips which were getting bigger and firmer by the second. The seventh swat on her bald folds landed with a splat. And Jackie wailed twice as loud as she had been. I lifted her off my lap and set her on the bed. Her whole upper chest was crimson. But not nearly as crimson as her butt was. Her body was wrenching as she sobbed. I put my finger beneath her chin and raised her head. Having her look at me I said, “You promised to do what I said when it came to making you a better person. Actually, you promised while we’re here it is whatever I say as long as it isn’t sexual. And, saying you’ll buy your own orange juice was just being bratty.”

Tears streaming down her face she nodded. Then she threw herself back onto the bed putting her face in the pillow and started crying harder again. Going out the door I realize what she had said the night before was her way of telling me what was expected of me this morning. Why else would she have said, “Plan on spanking me in the morning.”

It was a hell of a thing to think of while swimming. She had planned it all along. Not necessarily the way it went down, but that it would happen. It made me wonder about the other spankings I had given her. If they were also somehow planned, whether consciously or unconsciously. I was done swimming before I had my answers. And I suspected, if I asked Jackie she would say I was nuts, thinking she planned on having her ass lit up.

I went into the room and was welcomed by the smell of coffee and smoked salmon. On the tray with my coffee was a tan-looking drink that was Jackie’s morning Long Island Ice Tea. She came out of the bathroom in a lace bra and matching panties with a French cut. She had put cold wash clothes on her eyes reducing the puffiness that crying had caused. She had done her hair and had expertly applied makeup to conceal her earlier bawling. It was likely, that no one at the plant would know about her crying.

Not looking at me she said, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that earlier.” She picked up her bagel covered in cream cheese and a hunk of smoked salmon on top. She bit down and chewed up the contents before swallowing. After what she deemed was a sufficient amount of time for her actions not to be seen as washing down something she didn’t care for. Jackie picked up the cocktail and took a regular-sized drink. She put it down and started the same process over again with the bagel.

Before she could take a drink of the alcoholic beverage. I put my hand over the top of the cup before it got to her lips. “We can’t have you going to work under the influence.” I took the cup away from her and poured out the drink into the sink and refilled it with ice water. “Drink this instead.”

I thought she was going to start crying again when she said, “Thank you.”

Still, in my wet trunks, I patted my lap. She got up into it, wetting the back of her panties. “You know I don’t spank you because I like it.” Then hearing the statement, I added, “And right now, I sound like every wife-beater in the world. I guess I need to find a new way to get you to understand. What you do affects how people perceive you and what they will trust you with.”

She pressed into me all the more. “I know you don’t like doing that. Martha said as much. That you aren’t enough of a sadist to hurt people just to hurt them. And I’m sorry I made you spank me.”

“That is just it. Last night you said plan on spanking me in the morning. It’s like you do things intentionally so I spank you. Why would you do that?” I asked expecting her to say I was nuts. But at least now I wasn’t making any assumptions.

“I don’t. Doing that would be crazy. It just happens.” she explained. She didn’t get out of my lap as she continued having her breakfast. She finished the half a bagel she normally had for breakfast. Still, she stayed where she was. I just ate around her.

I continued the conversation correcting one misconception. “And what Martha said. She is kind of right. There are times when I am willing to inflict some pain if it is for the enjoyment of both parties. Like with her and Tyleen the other night.” She looked surprised, I would admit to having rough sex with the Simpson sisters. She looked a little hurt by it, as well. “But your spankings are not that.”