Free Jackie Draws a Straight by Patricia Green Page A

fine."
    Pete nodded and pointed to the phone. "Call him, please. And then come back to my house."
    Jackie remembered that her father told her not to venture into Pete's house again unescorted, but the situat ion merited a little fudging of the rules this time.
    As she stepped down the path toward Pete's house, Jackie tried to picture how it was going to go. He'd be there, all stern and demanding. She would be demure and submissive and regretful. He'd ask her to strip down and soon after he'd start spanking her. That part wasn't so much fun, but thinking about the after part made her belly do a pleasant little pirouette.
    She didn't knock on the door. It was partly open, so she walked in. "Pete?"
    "In the kitchen. Come in here, please."
    Jackie put down her purse and made her way into the roomy kitchen. It was modern and airy, with green-sprigged wallpaper and lighter green tile backsplashes. There was a big white table and chairs with green cushions tied on. She liked it very much and had a fleeting sense of how wonderful it would be to be the woman cooking in this kitchen.
    Pete leaned on the counter, a bottle of water in his hand and an enigmatic look on his face. "Take off your pants and panties and bend over the table. Grab the far side at the wall."
    Hmm. No foreplay. Well, that was okay. She wanted to get to the good stuff anyway and for that, they had to get past the painful part. "Yes, sir."
    He reached for his belt and Jackie felt a moment of panic. Was he taking his clothes off? Were they going to have sex? After years of holding herself in reserve, was she prepared to do it now?
    "You can stop looking so scared," he said. "The belt won't hurt you any worse than my hand."
    Belt on her bottom? Oh. "Okay." She tried to seductively pull off her scrub pants and yellow panties, but they halted at her shoes. So much for sexy. It took her a couple of minutes to get rid of all the lower-half clothes, but soon she was standing half-naked in his kitchen. She felt so exposed. What did he think of her, willing to bare herself like this in front of a man? He'd seen her like this once before, but she'd been upset already. Was this slutty behavior? Her family would have died of embarrassment for her.
    "Bend over the table." His low voice was thick with some emotion Jackie couldn't identify.
    "Yes, sir." The table was cool and smooth against her belly and hips, and hard against her breasts. She grabbed the far end and found herself stretched. Her toes barely touched the floor.
    Pete's belt buckle made a jingly sound but was soon muffled. He smacked the belt against something—his palm?—and the snap made her jump. This was so not going to be good.
    She cried out loudly as the first sharp blow hit her bottom. "Ouch!" That really hurt. This was going to be even worse than she anticipated. But, she reminded herself, the after part, the intimacy, was going to make it all worth it. When he struck her three more times rapidly, she bounced on her toes and squawked.
    "You will not, not ever , contradict me in front of a patient again, Jackie," he told her, his voice very stern.
    "Ow! Ow! Y-yes, sir!"
    "Patients need to trust me and your behavior doesn't encourage that."
    "No, sir. I'm sorry! Oh! Ouch !" Her butt was burning and every stripe was a passel of bee stings . Five more rapid spanks jolted through her . And then a weird thing happened, a special, wonderful thing. He touched her bottom with his hand. It was a gentle glide of his fingertips, apparently following a stripe across her left cheek.
    "I don't like doing this, Jackie," he said, his voice somewhat tight. "You need to clean up your act."
    If she'd get more touching with more spanks, she was willing to take it, even encourage it. "I'm sorry. I deserve this."
    He took a breath and resumed the spanking with three hard strokes. Tears were coming to Jackie's eyes and she sniffled.
    "You do deserve this, I agree. I'm not sure I'm the man who should be delivering it, but here we