Free Jackie Draws a Straight by Patricia Green Page B

are." Four more whacks and now the tears were streaming down her face and sobs caught her breath.
    "I won't do it again. I promise."
    Another three whacks, and he paused again, smoothing her bottom with his palm. His hand was hot against her scorched behind but there was a distinct stirring in her lower belly. She felt wet and soft between her legs where a little buzzing sensation was growing. Pete's touch had started all kinds of delicious changes, changes she didn't want to escape, though she wished the spanking hadn't been the reason for his caresses. His voice was soft and she had to listen carefully over her sobs and sniffles. "I could wish for things to be different." He followed that up with a heartbeat of a pause and then a volley of belt strokes to the juncture of her thighs and seat. The pain was worse than anything she'd ever experienced before and she gave little half-screams in response.
    " Don't make me do this again, Jackie," he told her.
    "N-n-no, sir! I won't!" Not if she could elicit his touches some other way, she sure wouldn't.
    Pete stopped spanking and there was a pause before he put his hand on her behind again. The warmth trailed down her red-hot butt and lower, to the cross just above her private parts. A shiver rippled over her, centering there, between her legs.
    He made a small growling sound and Jackie felt Pete's touch across the seam of her sex. The pain of her butt was intense, but the pleasure of his fingers there, where no person had touched her before was even greater. The glide of his fingers was slippery. She was wet. It was a little alarming to think that her body had ripened to his touch so dramatically, but it didn't entirely surprise her. She was deeply attracted to Pete Kaminsky. Her body reflected that yearning.
    Jackie gasped as a finger slid between her lower lips, dipping into her wet sex in a shallow exploration. He delved further and found her clitoris. When he teased it gently, she arched he r back and stuck out her bottom, widening the spread of her legs. She couldn't help it. The sensation was too overwhelming and she had to encourage more.
    "Pete," she whispered as he withdrew and took a step back.
    His voice was soft, frustrated. " Oh hell ." But, no matter what had made him so upset, he gathered Jackie in his arms—oh the joy of him against her—picked her up and carried her through the house.
    His bedroom was simple, with white walls and blond wood wainscoting and crown molding. The bed was soft and yielding, a colorful quilt beneath her. She looked up into his face. The strain there told her he was fighting himself.
    Jackie ought to fight it, too. It wasn't right to let things go further, but she wanted more from him, wanted the intimacy to grow and blossom. She wanted to experience a joining with Pete that she'd never wanted with anyone before.
    Opening her arms to him, she gave him a small smile. She was scared, but not of him.
    He began to unbutton his shirt, his fingers sure but slow as his eyes devoured her, half-naked on his bed. The unbuttoning picked up speed and soon he'd shrugged out of his shirt and pulled his undershirt off and tossed them both toward a corner.
    Jackie's breath caught. He was so handsome! His shoulders were firm and broad in comparison to his waist, his pecs hard, and muscles rippled down his abdomen. Thick biceps topped his arms. She knew he exercised regularly, but, clearly, he had been doing it for some time.
    While he watched her, his hands going to the fastenings of his pants, Jackie half-rose from the bed and pulled off her scrubs top and her bra. If he was going to be naked, she was, too. Her whole body flamed. She hadn't been naked in front of a man ever before. Was she acceptable? She was so petite. Maybe her breasts were too small. She worked out several times a week, but maybe that wasn't enough. Biting her lip in consternation, she crossed her hands over her chest, hiding her hardened nipples from him. Pete shook his head