My House, My Rules (9 page)

“Not for me.” he answered honestly. “Do you feel like it's happening too fast?”

“Surprisingly, no.” When he squeezed her hand, she squeezed his back.

“Then that's all that matters. So,” he said with a chuckle, “wanna be my girlfriend?”

“Oh, my
God
!” she said drily. “Are you asking me to go steady?”

“I guess I am,” he said with a charming smile that just about melted her bones.

Alex sighed. Jay was a free agent. She was worried he'd get sick of being tied down to a woman with two kids. Then where would that leave the boys if they were already attached to him. “Jay, I'm not sure if you know what you'd be getting into. It isn't just me,” she said seriously. “My boys are… not easy.”

“I know that. I want the whole package, and I think they seem to respond well to me. The only question is will you take a chance?”

* * *

“So,” Kelly asked the boys generally, not really caring which one answered. “What do you think of Jay?”

“He's cool,” Thom said.

“He plays with us,” Aaron added enthusiastically.

“Really. That must be fun.”

“Uh huh,” Aaron said. “We had pizza at his place last night, and we swam in the pool after dinner, 'til it was dark!”

“Whoa,” Rick said. “Swimming at night!”

“I know,” Thom said. “Cool, huh!”

“But he said we can't swim no more unless someone's watching us,” Aaron said with a small pout.

“Sounds fair to me.” Rick said.

“What else do you like about him besides his pool?” Kelly asked.

“He makes Mom smile,” Thom said happily.

Kelly couldn't hide her happiness, and her husband chuckled at her high fiving both the boys. She was almost jumping out of her skin with excitement. Jay could be a keeper.

* * *

Alex flashed a giant smile.

“Is that a yes?” he asked hopefully.

“That's a, let's give it a try,” Alex said. “I think.”

“You think?” Jay asked with amusement. “You're still not sure?”

“No, I know. I want to give it a try,” she said. “The only way to find out for sure if this is the right fit for me and the boys is to take a chance. Time to bite the bullet.”

As he parked the car on his driveway, Jay looked at his watch. It was late, but he didn't want the evening to end just yet and certainly not with a kiss at the doorstep.

“Would you like to come in for coffee?” he asked. “Will your sister and her husband be waiting to leave?”

“No. They're staying over,” Alex said. “Coffee would be nice.”

“Why don't you make yourself comfortable on the sofa and choose a movie or a TV show or something and I'll be in with the coffee in a few minutes.”

“Okay,” she said.

Jay held his breath as she took off her light summer sweater and dropped it over the back of a chair.

Her dress was low cut and hugged her body nicely in all the right places. It was short and gave him a lovely view of her bare legs and that tight round behind. After a quick appreciative glance, he took himself to the kitchen to get on with the coffee.

* * *

Jay stood in the kitchen, trying to drag his thoughts out of the gutter. Oh, how he wanted to peel that dress from Alex's body. He could almost taste the saltiness of her skin, the firm pebbles of her aroused nipples as his tongue danced in lazy circles around each one. He wanted to lay her over his knees again, only this time he would lower her panties so he could touch those cheeks that were just begging for his attention. He could almost see how they would tense up as she wiggled and squirmed, waiting for that first spank on bare skin. His hand would bounce off each lily white cheek leaving rosy pink handprints in its wake. When she was good and warm, he would slip his fingers underneath her until he could feel her swollen nub. Dip them inside to feel her sweet juices. His cock twitched to life in readiness for the occasion.

“Damn,” he said. What was he, a horny teenager?

“Sorry?” Alex called from the next room. “Did you say something?”

“Um. No,” he coughed. “Just making coffee. Be there in a minute.” He opened the fridge door to get the cream and stood there wafting it open and shut like a fan, trying to cool himself down. When the kettle whistled, he shook his head and threw the fridge door shut before turning towards his task.

The boiling water splashed into the glass coffee press, and the fragrant aroma wafted up, clearing Jay's thoughts and bringing him back to the present. He gave himself another mental shake before picking up the tray he'd set. There'd be time for all that later, when the time was right.

* * *

Alex flicked through the TV channels. Unable to find anything that captured her attention, she turned it off. She wasn't sure what she was supposed to do next. The restaurant was easy. All she had to do was talk and eat. That went pretty well. Now though, she was stumped. She hadn't been in this position, in a sort of relationship, since her marriage. Was that what this was, a relationship? They did sort of agree to see each other. She looked towards the kitchen and sighed. He'd probably be expecting to get something out of this evening. Not that she was totally opposed. Getting naked though, wouldn't be easy. It was hard enough to be dressed up for a date let alone not dressed at all. She looked down at herself critically, trying to imagine what Jay would see when he walked through that door. She crossed her legs. Too much leg. The dress
was
a little short. She uncrossed them again and put them together neatly. Kind of. Did that flatten her thighs and make them look too wide? Maybe she should lay down and lift her legs a little so they weren't spread out at all by the sofa. Oh, my God, not that, she thought, realizing how that looked. Maybe she should stand. She jumped to her feet and tugged her dress down just as Jay walked in carrying a tray of coffee and some cookies.

“Why are you standing?” he asked. “Sit, make yourself comfortable.”

Alex chewed her lip while she decided. “I'm okay,” she said. “Been sitting down all night.”

“Uh huh,” he said. “Not unheard of at a restaurant.”

Alex smiled nervously. “You know, maybe I should go and check on the boys,” she said. She was feeling completely out of her depth, and the only thing she wanted to do at that moment was cut and run.

Jay frowned at Alex's obvious discomfort. “They have sitters that are staying all night, remember?”

“Oh, yeah,” she said as she tried to pull her skirt down.

“What's wrong?” he asked finally as she sat stiffly with her hands placed beside her legs.

“Nothing,” she said vacantly.

“There's obviously something wrong. Tell me,” he said insistently. “Have I done or said something?”

“No. Nothing's wrong.”

“You're completely comfortable?”

“Yes. I'm fine.”

Jay sighed. “If you don't just tell me, Alex, I may just have to make you tell me.” He moved the table forward a fraction to give him enough room. “There's obviously something wrong,” he said. “You're wound up as tight as a drum.
And
you're lying about it.”

“Um, what are you… why are you moving that?” Alex asked, ignoring the butterflies that had suddenly started swarming in the depths of her belly.

“Making room,” Jay said trying to stop his own excitement from being too obvious.

Alex stood up and shook her head wildly as his hand clamped about her wrist.

“Okay. I'll tell you,” she said, her voice laced with panic.

“Go ahead,” he said, pausing but not removing his own hand from her wrist.

“I was trying to find the best position to sit in so I would look thinner,” she said.

“I don't understand,” Jay said.

Alex pushed down her embarrassment while she tried to explain all the different pitfalls of each position. She left the last spread-eagled position out completely.

“Oh, good grief!” Jay said with irritation. “There is absolutely no position that's going to make you look fat!”

Alex had no chance at all to even question what was going to happen. In no time flat she had a close up view of a God-awful, chocolate-colored rug. She was grateful for its bedraggled shag though as she sunk her fingernails into it and hung on as the first solid smack landed as she precariously dangled over Jay's knee. That smack was much harder than the ones she'd felt last night. It hurt.

“Ow. Jay?” she yelled with a nervous giggle, not quite processing yet that he was upset with her. “That hurt!”

“Did it?” he quipped. “Got your attention though I see.”

Perspiration poured from Alex's face as it flamed from the combination of the blood rushing to her head and the embarrassment of being upside down over Jay's knee, again. She was laughing nervously, but this undignified position was worrying. If she was concerned about what her legs looked like before, they were the least of her worries now. As his large hand clapped off every inch of her ass, she screwed her eyes shut. The fact that Jay again had a bird’s-eye, close-up view of her giant ass that was barely covered with a scrap of her dress was mortifying. What was worse was when the spanking stopped briefly, and she felt his fingers lift the bottom of her dress. His voice and his last threat was ringing in her ears.

“The next time you're over my knee, your bottom will be bare.”

“NOOO!” she yelled, panic suddenly overtaking her. For God's sake! She was wearing body shaping underwear! No cute little thong or lacy see-through underwear hidden under this dress. Who knew she'd manage to get into trouble again, so quickly? She thought if anything happened, she'd be given the opportunity to remove them beforehand. She had no idea that Jay would actually get to
see
the giant underwear that held her mother of two flesh all safely compacted. How apt that they should be called 'spanks'.

“I need to…” What should she say? That she had to pee? Lying didn't seem to be the smart option when you were over a man's knee, and he was desperately trying to find your bare bottom. “I don't want you to see!”

“Too late,” he said curiously. Jay inched his hand up the tight dress until he finally got to the band of the tight underwear. He'd never felt anything like it. It was like ridges and ridges of elastic hidden inside some kind of tight material.

Alex was mortified! “Jay!” she choked out.

“Hush,” Jay said as he tried to remove the spanks. They weren't going to come off easily, and when Alex tried to buck her way off his lap, he slapped her bottom and stood her on her feet between his knees. “What on earth are those for?” he asked.

Alex shrugged. “They make me tighter.”

“Why would you think you need to look tighter? You're beautiful.”

“I'm a mom of two boys who has a huge ass, a tummy that's no longer as flat or the skin as tight as it once was. I wanted to look good. I can do with all the help I can get. I didn't want you to think I was… ” Her sentence petered out under his unimpressed glare. There was no way she was going to use that word again. That's why he'd started to spank her in the first place.

Jay was stumped. His eyes were wide and blinking. What had started out as a fun sort of spanking was very quickly threatening to turn into something else. “There is nothing wrong with your body.”

“You don't understand!” Alex whined, shuffling nervously from foot to foot.

“I do understand what you're saying, I just don't understand why you're saying it!” he said. “It's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard. You're beautiful.”

“You haven't seen me naked,” she said sarcastically.

“Well, I'm about to see part of you naked!” Jay said. He pulled the sides of the tight dress up and hooked his thumbs into the spanks. Without taking his eyes from hers he worked them slowly down her hips until they were loose enough to drop to her ankles.

“No!” Alex yelped as she reached back and tried to cover herself. “I don't want you seeing my naked ass this close! It's got dimples!” Once again she was staring at the rug, her hand that was trying to shield her bottom from his view captured in one of his large, warm ones.

Jay ran his free hand over the soft skin of Alex's bottom. She was nuts. She had a beautiful bottom.

“Alex,” he reprimanded her gently. “You have a gorgeous bottom. So soft.” He smoothed his hand across first one cheek and then the other. He tapped each side lightly, marveling at the bounce of her soft flesh and the silky touch of her delicate skin under his own calloused hand. “I don't want to hear you putting yourself down. Not ever. You hear me?”

“You're just saying that,” she sobbed.

Jay brought his hand down hard, right in the center of Alex's wriggling bottom.

“I was not 'just saying' anything!” he said, hardening his voice a little now.

“Okay!” Alex squealed. “I believe you!”

“I don't know that you do!” Jay said smacking his lovely target repeatedly.

“I do, I won't say it again,” she panted.

Between hard stinging spanks, Jay stared at the cute white bottom now decorated with handprints and pink lines from the tight rows of elastic. He shook his head. Not that he wouldn't appreciate the sight of pink stripes if they made their way across her bottom in different circumstances, but he didn't think they should be there because she was trying to squeeze herself into an unnatural and uncomfortable state.

“There is absolutely
nothing
wrong with any part of your body,” he said with a flurry of stinging spanks.

“Ow, ow, ow!” Alex cried, her toes drumming silently on the rug beneath her.

“You do
not
have a huge bottom, and your tummy is fine!” he said. He kept spanking all over her entire bottom until it was a uniform pink, enjoying the view as her bottom wiggled and bounced with each spank. It was adorable. After clipping her sharply on her sit spots several times each, he helped her to stand between his legs again.

“That hurt!” she said, yanking her dress down to cover herself while she danced from one foot to the other.

“Of course it did,” he said. “Now, you can say you've had your first real bare bottom spanking, though it was a mild one. It won't be your last though, Alex, if I hear you putting yourself down again.”