Chapter 29: I Mean It

By the time Martin, Claudia, and Mia got back from fishing, Rori had telephoned everyone else in the family and invited them for dinner. Jordan spent a half-hour attempting to coax Angel that they should both go.

"I don't want to go," Angel complained.

Jordan was puzzled by her hesitation. He knew the more she was around her family the more comfortable she would be. "We're going," Jordan sighed.

"Let's just go to your house instead where we can be alone, just the two of us," Angel complained. She simply wasn't in the mood to see her family. It had been a rough road for her and she wasn't in the mood to mingle with her family and try to achieve the acceptance she yearned for.

They were finished with their work for the day and Jordan's office was empty except for the two of them. Jordan was wearing his work attire and Angel was dressed up in a skirt and blouse. Neither of them was dressed for a casual dinner party, but it would take too long to go home and change clothes.

"I swear," Jordan said, "All that Pirelli blood coursing through your veins really shows sometimes."

"Fuck you!" Angel spat.

Jordan didn't like it when she talked to him like that and he was tired of arguing. He walked over and grabbed her by the arm and yanked her into his private office where he sat down on the sofa and pulled her over his knee. He quickly lifted her skirt and yanked down her panties, "I don't think 'fuck you' is an appropriate response, now stop being so damn stubborn." He began to spank her bare bottom with his hand.

"No," She squealed. "Ouch!" She wiggled and squirmed as he held her firmly over his knee and slapped her bare bottom good and hard. His hand stung and if Angel wasn't in the mood for a dinner party she definitely wasn't in the mood to be punished.

Angel wondered if part of the reason he was spanking her so hard was because she refused to marry him, but whatever the reason, he was smacking her harder than usual and she wanted him to stop, "I'm sorry," she finally said, hoping her apology would stop him.

"Not as sorry as you're going to be by the time I'm finished with you," he said as he continued smacking her with all the force he could muster. Her bottom was turning a bright red and was also quite welted.

"Owwww," She became annoyed when he wouldn't stop. In her mind she had endured enough for merely saying "fuck you." She pushed and pulled against him trying to break free as he continued pinning her over his knee and spanking her. Finally she realized it was useless to fight and she stopped struggling. Tears began to form in the corner of her eyes from the pain and humiliation.

"I don't understand why we just spent a half-hour arguing about going to dinner with your family and then you just said 'fuck you' to me." Jordan said.

"Dammit Jordan," she protested, "Stop it!"

"Still swearing," He smirked, "Well just go ahead and keep it up."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," She squealed, but he still wouldn't stop spanking her. The problem was that despite the pain, she was becoming very aroused from the spanking and her clit was swollen and hard and she was dripping wet between her thighs. She wanted him to stop assaulting her and fuck her. She began to rub her clit against his leg in an attempt to get relief. She wanted to climax in the worst way, particularly after all the pain he was inflicting on her bottom. But Jordan was having none of that. "Stop it," he warned.

But her drive wouldn't go away and she continued to rub herself against his leg. "You're not listening to me," he said sternly.

"No more spanking me," she pleaded, "Can't we fuck now?"

"Does this mean you agree to go to the party and to stop saying 'fuck you' to me?" He asked.

"Yes, yes."

Jordan was also very aroused and he could very easily fuck her, but instead he wanted to make her wait; he wasn't exactly sure why. He pulled her up and held her wrists, "I'm going to fuck you when we get home from the party, but I want you to wait until after then," he said with mischief in his eyes, "So you better enjoy the party because you're not getting your reward until I get you home after the party."

"What? No," Angel stomped her feet in protest and reached down to rub her swollen clit. All she wanted was to ease her sexual frustration, but Jordan quickly stopped her from touching herself. "I mean it."

She twisted in agony, "It's not fair." She wanted to feel his dick inside of her thrusting in and out of her, creating intense pleasure. Since he wouldn't allow her to rub her clit, she reached back and began to rub her bottom instead.

"Angel," Jordan warned, grabbing her wrists so she couldn't rub her bottom. He was so turned on from spanking her that he thought he might burst through the seams of his pants, "If you keep protesting and whining I'll take off my belt and give you a little more."

Angel rolled her eyes, "Why are you being like this?"

Jordan chuckled, "You were warned," he said and led her over to the front of his desk, "Put your hands on the desk."

Angel looked into his eyes with venom and when she realized he was serious she slowly reached out and placed her hands on his desk. Her cherry red bottom protruded from beneath her skirt and her crumpled panties were pooled around her ankles. Jordan wasted very little time. He undid his belt and pulled it quickly from the loops of his pants. He then doubled it over and cracked it against her bottom. When she felt the first lick of the belt she shuffled her legs in protest, "Stop it."

Jordan smiled a little, "I told you to stop egging me on like you were," he said as he smacked her with his belt a few more times, "You shouldn't keep being so naughty when I tell you not to."

"I just wanted to climax was all," she danced around in agony from the belt licks, still very aroused.

"Not until I get you home," He said sternly, "Then you will climax several times, I promise."

"Oh God," she moaned when she realized he was not going to relent. She had to admit she was so turned on from this game he was playing with her that she could hardly stand it. Her clit was sensitive and she was horny, but years of self-control had given her the ability to hold back, even though she was in agony.

Jordan strapped her a few more times for good measure. "We'll go to this dinner party and you will behave yourself and like it."

"You're a brute," she protested, but he could see that she was enjoying it almost as much as he was.

"And if you are a good girl at the party then when I get you home, you will get your reward," He whispered hotly into her ear. "But if I catch you touching yourself at the party to get release before we get home, I'm going to get out the hairbrush when we get home and give you a blistering and then you will get no climax, do you understand?"

For reasons she couldn't explain he was really turning her on. "No Jordan, let's just do it now."

"Did you just tell me no?" Jordan asked and he brought the belt down against her bottom a few more times. "I said that's what we would do and I meant it."

"OK, OK" She breathed, "I won't release until after the party."

Jordan nodded and rubbed her bottom a little, torturing her some more with his gentle caresses. "Stop it," she breathed in a ragged voice.

Jordan noticed the glistening wetness between her legs and he knew if he so much as touched her clit she would probably climax spontaneously. She stood there awhile bent over his desk with her red bottom sticking out and he couldn't stand it any longer. He undid his pants and lowered them just enough to take out his cock. He began to stroke himself as he gazed at her beautiful red bottom. He remembered how she had squirmed and wiggled over his lap and he stroked himself harder and faster.

It didn't seem fair to Angel that Jordan was getting off and making her wait, but at the same time it also excited her.

Jordan moved forward breathing heavily and spurted hot thick liquid from his cock onto her reddened bottom. He watched as the white drops ran down her punished flesh and he moaned with pleasure from the release. Then he took his fingers and rubbed the liquid lightly into her welted bottom as if he were rubbing her with lotion. "You won't be able to clean that off until after we get home."

She was hot and bothered as he rubbed his liquid into her skin and she wiggled again wishing she could touch herself.

"Stop wiggling." Jordan warned as he pulled up his pants and cleaned himself off. "You won't be leaving my sight tonight, I don't trust you. If you need to go to the bathroom, I'll be going with you, understand?" He asked, coming up behind her and nuzzling her neck.

Angel turned to look at him as if he was joking, "Why are you doing this to me?"

"To make the party a little more interesting I suppose," He breathed, "Since you didn't want to go in the first place."

"Oh God I hate this," she moaned in frustration.

He reached down and yanked up her panties and then turned her around so he could kiss her on the lips. She moaned as he kissed her and then she felt him undo the buttons of her blouse and she sighed as he reached inside her blouse to cup her breasts. She realized he still wasn't going to let her climax and he was making her hotter and more bothered by his behavior so she quickly pulled away from him. "No fair," She said.

He winked at her, "I'll make it up to you after the party I promise."

"Well let's get going then," she said in an urgent voice, "Why aren't we there yet?"

"Now that's more like it," He grinned and noticed how flushed she was, "Maybe I won't let you orgasm until you agree to marry me."

"You wouldn't dare!" She said in agony.

"I'm tempted," He said.

She pushed him away in irritation, "I told you 'no' that I'm not marrying you."

He wished she would reconsider because he felt it would help him be able to protect her against his father, but he knew marrying him was something he couldn't force her to do.

When they arrived at the party, Angel's bottom was on fire and she was frustrated that she hadn't been allowed to climax. She glared at Jordan, who ignored her looks of disapproval.

Martin was quite proud of the fish he, Claudia, and Mia had caught earlier that day and he fired up the grill on the back patio and began grilling the steaks as he finished cleaning the fish in the kitchen sink. Claudia was certain he would never learn to use the utility sink on the back porch.

"So what made you decide to throw a party?" Frank asked as he sipped a Coke and watched his Pop clean the fish. He wished he was drinking a beer instead of a Coke.

Martin laughed, "I don't know, it just seemed like a good idea."

Everyone was crowded inside the small kitchen and it was standing room only. "I heard Mia got expelled from school today," Rori said with raised eyebrows, looking curiously at her niece.

Mia looked down uncomfortably. News in Argus Falls traveled much too quickly.