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THE CLAM DIGGERS 12

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Author's Notes: THE CLAM DIGGERS is the fourth book of the Gold Club
Series. Book Four is the story of Greg Lockley, who after a tumultuous and
devastating divorce, falls in love with a nymphoslut. (MF, M/F M/F,
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THE CLAM DIGGERS By Art Martin

CHAPTER 12 JARRED'S HOME!

"Melisa! Melisa!"

The three bouncy teenage girls piled into the car all talking at once.

"Melisa! He's here! He's here! Jarred's home! Oh, please hurry! I'm
just dying to see him!"

Melisa Henry calmly waited until the girls were buckled in. Besides her
son, Tony, wasn't here yet.

"Happy birthday Cindy."

"Thanks Melisa. I'm soooo excited!"

Melisa smiled indulgently at the enthusiasm Cindy was displaying. She
knew the young girl's excitement it wasn't about her birthday, it was about
her stepbrother coming home. "Where's Tony, Jenny?"

"I don't know Mom," replied the pretty black haired girl, "we didn't see
him."

"Can't leave without him."

"Oh, God! I can't wait," moaned Cindy.

"Be patient dear, he'll be along soon."

Jenny was almost year older than Cindy even though they were both in the
eighth grade. Tony, Jenny's brother was about Julie's age, nearly twelve.
All three girls thought Tony was a geek. He was small of stature with
black curly hair and wore black horned rimmed glasses. His primary
interest was creepy things like snakes, bugs, and other disgusting
creatures. While they waited, Cindy rambled on about how much she had
missed seeing Jarred these past two years and how much fun they were going
to have together.

Melissa listened bemused. She had heard all about Jarred, from Cindy,
from Julie, from Heather, and even from his father. She had seen
photographs of him; he was a nice looking boy. She had also heard about
the oral sex, from both Julie and her mother. She thought that the Lockly
girls were too young to be doing that sort of thing and had warned her
older son, Luke that they were off limits. She had also repeatedly warned
Luke to stay away from his sister.

The Henrys and the Locklys had known each other for years. Melissa and
her husband, Dick (a very appropriate name) belonged to the same clubs as
the Locklys, the Rockford Country Club, the Rockford Athletic Club. They
were all surprised and pleased to meet at a Gold Club sex party. However,
unlike the Locklys, the Henrys went to great pains to shield their children
from their extramarital lifestyle. They always kept their swinging away
from their home.

She really didn't approve of the open nudity at the Locklys, and as for
that sex farm they went to, that was too much. As far as she as was
concerned, the two Lockly girls were much too experienced sexually for
girls their age. Still the three girls were already friends at school and
an arrangement was made whereby Cindy and Julie would spend the night at
the Henry's whenever there was a sex party at the Locklys.

The Henrys were very liberal parents and were always forthright with
their children. Still Melissa was shocked when Cindy asked, "Melissa, what
does it feel like to have a man inside you?"

Melissa stammered taken off guard. "I think you will find that out when
you are a little older."

"I think I'm going to find out tonight!" The girls burst into giggles as
the door opened and Tony found an isolated seat in the Suburban.

As Melissa drove towards the Lockly home, she was glad she had followed
John Marin's advice and had given Jenny a Norplant implant when she first
started menstruating. Her daughter claimed to still be a virgin, but with
Cindy enthusiastically racing home to get laid for the first time, she knew
it wouldn't be long before Jenny spread her legs for some horny guy. Once
that happened, Melisa knew that her daughter, like herself, would probably
be an enthusiastic recepticle for whatever dick she could get.

Cindy and Julie raced inside the big house. Jarred's bags were still in
the foyer.

"Jarred! Jarred!" called Cindy. "Mom! Jarred!"

The two girls looked about and searched the house, but there was no sign
of their mom or of Jarred. Cindy was disappointed. This was not what she
had envisioned. She had hoped that she would find him lying around nude
waiting for her to suck him off. She thought about fellating him all day,
but what she had mostly daydreamed about was his hard dick sliding up her
virgin pussy and then fucking her nonstop until he had to go back to North
Carolina. But here she was, sitting with Julie after school in the empty
house. "Where is he?" she moaned.

Heather with Jarred in tow entered the gynecologist's office. Jarred
was met by the stares of the women and girls sitting in the waiting room.
Heather went to the up to the counter and loudly whispered, "Marsha!"
Marsha turned her head and saw Heather.

Marsha thumbed her appointment book. "Hi! You don't have an
appointment today do you?"

"No. This is an emergency. Marsha, this Jarred, Greg's son."

"Hi, Jarred."

"Hello."

"Marsha, John needs to look at him. Someone ripped his asshole,
literally. John needs to see him."

"Oh, okay. Come on in the back and I'll squeeze you in."

Marsha led them back to John's private 'cathouse room'.

"You better get undressed honey, the doctor will be in soon."

Marsha disappeared for a few minutes before returning.

"Now tell me happened."

Jarred stood in the room naked. He remained silent, too embarrassed to
say anything. Heather spoke for him. "He was sodomized. Looks to me like
he has tears."

"I see. Jarred honey, bend over for me." Marsha spread his cheeks and
saw the damage. "I bet that hurts. When did this happen?"

"Three days ago," Jarred meekly replied.

"Did this happen here?"

"No Ma'am. In North Carolina."

"Did a friend do this to you?"

"No. I didn't know the man. He was a big guy, too big."

"I can see that. And how did you meet this big man?"

Jarred fell silent.

"Did he rape you?"

Silence.

"Marsha, from what he tells me he was turning a trick, trying to make a
quick buck."

"You're a prostitute Jarred?"

"No Ma'am. I just did it a few times."

"A few times for money with strange men. How many times?"

"Maybe five."

"Five? Five certainly qualifies you as a prostitute."

"Marsha!" protested Heather, "he's a ..."

"Prostitute. I'm sorry Heather, I'm not being judgmental about this,
all I'm trying to do is find the plain truth. If he wants to sell his
body, that's his business. I'll be back in a few minutes."

They sat and waited for Dr. Marin to come in. Heather glanced at her
watch; it was later than she thought. "I'll be back honey. The girls
should be home and I need to call home." Heather disappeared to find a
telephone.

Nervously Jarred waited. Dr. Marin walked in, followed by his nurse,
Marsha. Heather was less than a minute behind them. "Hello Jarred, I'm
Dr. Marin. I'm a good friend of your dad and stepmom. Now let's see...
You're fifteen and you're a male prostitute. I understand you've been
selling your ass and now you have a damaged anal area."

Jarred face burned with embarrent. "Uh, yes sir."

"You use condoms when engaging in anal sex?"

"No sir."

"When you have a bowel movement, does it hurt?"

"Yes sir."

"Does it hurt inside your gut?"

"No, just my ass."

"Okay son, bend over so old doc can see up your butt."

Jarred complied.

Dr. Marin studied the swollen and enflamed external tissue. He
sarcastically asked, "Was it worth it?"

"No."

"Glad you think so. Here lie down on the edge of the bed and spread
your cheeks. Now I have to stick this proctoscope up your butt to examine
the lining of your rectum, to see if there is any internal damage. I'm
sorry, but this may be uncomfortable for you." Then he quipped, "That's the
wages of sin!" Doc lubricated the instrument and eased it into Jarred's
swollen hole.

"Ohhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhhh!"

"I'm sorry it hurts, but I have to do this."

"Ohhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh shitttttttttt!"

Doc probed all the way up his rectum to the sigmoid bend leading to his
large intestine. Doc retracted the optical instrument.

"You can sit up now Jarred. There is no apparent internal damage, but
the tissue around your anus is lacerated, that is, the skin is torn. I'm
going to put you on an antibiotic and give you an antibiotic salve to speed
the healing. You should be better in a week or so. Now I want you to
squeeze your butt at least fifty times a day, to strengthen you sphincter
and help it get back to normal.

"Now, let me give you some advice. What you're doing is very risky
business. It's not what you are doing; it's how you are doing it. I don't
care if you get your kicks from sodomy; in fact I like a big wang up the
wahzoo every so often myself.

"The problem is that there is a nasty viral infection that's recently
emerged. So far it's been pretty much confined to the gay community in
places like San Francisco and New Orleans, but that won't last. It's a
blood borne disease and it appears to spread during unprotected anal sex.

"This is a nasty little bugger. There is no cure. The Center For
Disease Control doesn't see it as a big problem as it is pretty much
confined to the gay population, for now at least for now. Dead queers
don't vote. What this thing does is it destroys your immune system, not
all at once but over the course of a few years. As your immune system
fails, you become susceptible to every minor and major bug around, you get
sick, you stay sick and get sicker. Your body wastes away and you become
bedridden. Finally something as simple as the common cold kills you.

"You have to be very careful about who you choose as a sex partner. If
you have unprotected anal sex with someone with AIDS, you're a walking dead
man, with absolutely no future other than a slow death.

"If you want to have sex with someone, you have to be absolutely sure
that they are clean and free of disease. Maybe they don't have AIDS; maybe
they have herpes. You want open blisters on your dick? How about genital
warts? You can't get rid of any of these either; you just have to live
with it until you die.

"Now your dad and stepmom belong to a sex club. I think you know that.
What you don't know is that everyone they have sex with is a member of the
club and is clean. Everyone gets tested several times a year.

"Now if you're prostituting yourself, you have no protection, and it's
like playing Russian Roulette. Keep it up and you will have a short life.
Take the proper precautions, have sex six times a day and live long.

"When did you start all this?"

"About a month ago," answered Jarred casting his eyes down to the floor.
"I had sex with a friend, Josh. Josh asked if I wanted to make some quick
money. I said, 'okay.' Josh then introduced me to Tony. Tony makes the
arrangements."

"Arrangements to have sex with men?"

"Yes."

"What are your plans?"

"I'm never doing anything for Tony again."

"What about Josh?"

"He can do what he wants."

"Then you can't have sex with him ever again either. Unless he cleans
up his act, he's big trouble for you. With some luck you're both still
clean, but its only a matter of time, a month, three months and you've
ruined your life.

"Talk to your dad about this. He won't care at all that you've had sex
with another guy. He will care if by doing so you endanger your life. Now
I need a blood test and a sample of your semen so I can check for STDs.
After Marsha draws your blood, jack off, or have one of these ladies help
you bring up a sample for me."

Doc hurriedly wrote out the two prescriptions and left the room to see
another patient. Before he left he asked Heather, "Did you have sex with
this boy?"

"Yes, John, I did."

"Then you know you're quarantined from the club. Use a rubber with
Greg."

"I figured as much, John."

Marsha drew the blood and then left to tend to other business, leaving a
petri dish for the sample of his semen.

"Well, honey," said Heather, "do you want to do it alone, or do you want
me to help you?"

"What kind of help?"

"Help getting an ejaculation."

"Yeah! You bet!"

"What do you want me to do Jarred?"

"Can we fuck?"

"I'd love to darling."

She flicked the strap of her dress off her shoulder and the blue
sundress fell to the floor. She wore nothing underneath. She now stood
before him, inviting him to her magnificent breasts. As Heather stroked
his cock, they decided to dispense with the preliminaries, as the object
was solely to get his rocks off.

"Jarred, remember, pull out when you cum."

She lay back on the "cathouse" bed and he climbed aboard, having no
trouble in aligning his cock with her fuck hole. He pumped furiously away,
to the slap, slap, slap of their bellies meeting. As much as he didn't
want to, he pulled out just as the first glob of semen shot out of his dick
and onto her tummy and up to her tits. As he looked at the pecker tracks
across his stepmother's bare belly Jarred felt strangely powerful. She
really was his to fuck, whenever he wanted.

On the way home, they stopped at a pharmacy and filled the
prescriptions. Heather also picked up a couple of large boxes on condoms,
one 'ribbed' and the other 'extra thin for extra sensitivity'.

"Do we need all those?"

"Well, until Doc finishes his tests, I use must use condoms when I'm
fucking your father. You may or may not need any, but I certainly will
need them. Of course when you and I are together, we don't have to use
them, too late for that. But fucking anyone else? Yes, we need them, you
too."

As they pulled into the garage, they could see that Greg was home.
Jarred had barely stepped into the kitchen when he was inundated by two
squealing girls, who nearly broke his neck with their wild commotion. Greg
gave Heather a quizzical look, but she motioned that she'd tell him later.

"Well," Greg began, "Is everybody ready to go out for Cindy's birthday
dinner?"

Heather asked, "Where are we going?"

"To Delmonico's for a juicy steak!" declared Cindy. "Please everybody,
hurry up and get ready so we can get home early!"

Heather teased, "What's your big hurry dear?"

"Oh, Mom! Sometimes you act so retarded!"

"Well, I can't go like this. Give me ten minutes to freshen up."

While Heather took a quick shower, changed clothes and put on makeup,
Greg got Jarred settled into one of the guest rooms equipped with a king
size bed and private bath with a whirlpool. The room was very spacious,
with a seating area and small private patio. It even had a small
refrigerator. It was much, much nicer than the tiny, dimly lit room he was
used to, that was crowded with just a single twin bed.

Jarred quickly showered. Cindy greeted him as he stepped out. She
threw her arms around his neck and began feverishly kissing him.

"Jarred! Jarred! Oh, I've missed you so much! I can't believe you're
finally here! Mmmmm! You are the best birthday present I could possibly
have!" Her hands roamed across his wet back as she kissed him deeply with a
lover's kiss. His hands found the soft mounds of her developing breasts,
mounds of flesh that weren't there two years ago.

They broke their embrace at the sound of Greg's voice, "All right!
Break it up. One of you is naked and one of you is clothed. What's wrong
with this picture?"

Cindy quipped, "We're both not naked?"

"That's right, but we don't have time for games right now. Come on
baby, let him get dressed. I'm hungry!"

As she pulled away, Jarred quickly looked her over. He was surprised at
how much she had changed. "Damn," he muttered. Like her mom, she was
knock down gorgeous. Jarred shaved and put on some fresh clean clothes.
Then he brought his bag of gifts out to the kitchen.

"What's that?" asked Julie.

"Just a present for everyone."

"You have one for me?"

"Sure Julie, I wouldn't forget you."

The smile on her face told him he had done good. He looked her over,
surprised at the changes in her. She too was gorgeous. She didn't look
like her mother or her sister, but she was beautiful nonetheless with her
long, dark brown hair and her dreamy brown eyes. Her breasts were smaller
too, but he correctly suspected that that would soon change too. He idly
wondered how much longer she would be a virgin, musing, 'not long, I hope'.


Everyone sat around the table chatting waiting on Heather to complete
her tenminute 'freshen up'. Thirty minutes later, Heather walked in
wearing very sexy low cut dress with a slit all the way to her thigh.

"Wow Mom!" exclaimed Julie, "Are you trying to make us look bad?"

Heather smiled, her efforts so transparent, "With all the competition I
now have, I have to do everything I can to keep up. Besides you wouldn't
want your mama to look like an old hag, would you?"

"Well, come on and sit down," commanded Cindy, "Jarred wants to give
each of us a present."

Jarred started with Julie and as she unwrapped the miniature sea turtle,
her eyes gleamed with delight, but when she saw the mama bear and her two
tiny clubs, she burst out, "Oh my God! Look how cute they are!" Next she
open the opened the bottle of 'Fede et Amore' perfume. "Mmmmmm! I love
this perfume."

"So do I," answered Jarred.

Cindy unwrapped her stained glass butterfly next. The fine workmanship
of the piece was evident to everyone at the table. It was approximately
six inches across and the blue and gold butterfly was exquisite. "Oh,
Jarred! It's beautiful! I'm going to hang it in the window of my room."
She opened her bottle of 'Fede et Amore' and splashed some on and presented
her neck for Jarred to smell.

Jarred next gave his father the coin.

"Where did you find this?" Greg held it out so everyone could see the
ancient silver piece. "Look, it's an old Spanish pieceofeight!"

"The man said that it was found on Cape Hatteras. He didn't know for
sure, but he said it could be part of Black Beard's loot."

As Jarred handed Heather her present, he saw that her eyes were teary.
He realized that the distraught look on her face was due to her knowledge
of where the money to buy these gifts had come from. He looked her
straight in the eye and lied, "Its okay, I bought these before Christmas
when I thought I would get to come home."

It was an outright lie and she knew it, but she wasn't about to spoil it
for him or her family, besides it was what she wanted to hear. She hugged
him and fought back the tears, kissed him and said, "You are such a dear
boy. You didn't need to do this."

"But I wanted to."

"I know dear, I know." She unwrapped the porcelain dogwood flower. "A
dogwood! Oh, Jarred, how did you know? I love dogwoods. Thank you
Jarred, it's beautiful."

The family sat for several minutes as the various presents were passed
around for examination. Finally Cindy said, "Come on! Let's go eat, I'm
famished!"

"No you're not," quipped Julie, "you're horny!" Both Greg and Heather
looked away, ignoring the remark.

The steaks at Delmonico's were delicious, thick steaks of prime beef,
seared with intense heat and cooked to perfection. The forktender steaks
may not have been 'hearthealthy', but they were a meat lover's dream meal.
The crowning glory of the meal was when the waitstaff brought out a
flaming baked Alaska and sang 'Happy Birthday' to Cindy. After the meal
was completed and everyone was pleasantly stuffed, Greg finally inquired,
"Why did you take Jarred to see Dr. Marin?"

Heather had dreaded this moment as it was sure to spoil the evening.
"Well, I discovered that Jarred had recently engaged in some unprotected,
highrisk sexual activities. I took him to get tested. Bottom line is
that Jarred and I both are quarantined until Doc does a complete workup."

"What kind of high risk activities?"

"Sodomy."

Greg glanced at his son and then back towards his wife. "I see. Of
course you and he...So... now we have to use rubbers?"

"Exactly. Picked up a supply along with his antibiotics. It won't be
but a few days. Better to be safe than sorry."

Greg looked back at Jarred who with his head down was staring at the
table. "I'm sure Doc Marin gave you the low down on risky sex. You've got
to be very careful these days Jarred. It's not like it was when I was your
age. For your sake and for Heather's sake I hope you got away with it this
time, but...look, you and I can talk about this tomorrow. Today is a day
of celebration, it's Cindy's birthday and you're home with us."

The ride home began muted. Greg was concerned, not with Jarred's sexual
activity, but with the potential consequences. The sexual revolution was
great, but if you weren't careful, it potentially carried a very high
price. Both the Gold Club and Crystal Springs had set up firm rules
regarding who you could and could not have unprotected sex with and
required quarterly medical screening for STDs of all their members to
protect its members from the nasty VD bugs that were now around. Still
there were slipups. He cursed at the bitch Debbie, Jarred's mother, for
not educating the boy to the risks he was exposed to.

Cindy fretted about the need to use a condom. She wanted him bareback
so she could feel his hot seed shooting up her ready cunt, but she quickly
resigned herself to the facts, and realized that a condom in no way
affected her fundamental plan. Cindy perked up and began to chatter, she
just wanted to get home and into the hot tub.

Heather was relived that everyone seemed cool with the medical
precautions and prayed that Doc Marin's results would be negative. Julie
picked up on Cindy's now buoyant mood and joined in the chatter. To Jarred
it seemed that both girls were talking at once, talking about everything,
yet at the same time talking about nothing. He couldn't hope to follow the
giddy conversation as it careened like a pinball from topic to topic.

The girls rushed into the house and quickly disappeared into their
bedrooms to change. Jarred to went to his room to undress. As he walked
out onto the patio, his father who was also liberated from his clothes
joined him. Greg approvingly studied his son's maturing body as they
tested the water and got in. Soon Heather joined them and sat between the
two males. Jarred idly watched as his father began rubbing his hands
across her full melons.

Jarred overheard him ask, "Did you enjoy fucking my son today?"

"Yes baby, you know I did!"

"Good, because I want you to fuck him and fuck him and fuck him! Fuck
him like the good slut stepmother you are!"

Jarred watched with curiosity as the dirty talk lead to a passionate
display of kissing and the rough handling of flesh. In just a matter of
minutes, Heather was lying on the padded edge of the hot tub, moaning and
groaning with Greg's face buried in her pussy. As tantalizing as that was,
Jarred's attention was drawn away from the two adults when the girls walked
out. Jarred was both surprised and disappointed. They both wore very
skimpy bikinis, but he expected only raw flesh.

Ignoring the display of cunnilingus as a normal activity between the
'rents', the two girls approached the spa. They both wore a floral print,
Cindy's was predominately hot pink and Julie's was predominately light
blue. The girls posed for Jarred, arching their backs to accentuate their
breasts. Cindy's tits bulged from the tiny top; Julie's were comfortably
secure. Both girls had wasp like waists, though Julie's wasn't as accented
by her immature hips. All in all, they were sexy as hell, and even before
they turned to show off the thong bottoms, Jarred had a raging hard on.

The girls entered the bubbling hot water and slid up beside him. Cindy
stood up and cooed, "Do you like my new bikini?"

"Oh God yes! But what I really want to see is what's underneath it."

"I think you have bad intentions!"

"Yes, I do!"

She plunged back into the water and embraced him. He felt her hand on
his hard cock. "Mmmmmmmm, so hard! Is this for me?"

"Yes, it's for you, or your mother."

"How about my little sister?"

His hands untied her top and it floated away. "Yes, it's for her too.
But because it's your birthday, you get first dibs."

He drew her to him and brushed his chest across her boobs, and then
began kissing her, kissing her the way her mother had shown him, kissing
her lips, her neck, her ears, bringing her to a higher level of passion
before kissing and suckling for the first time the firmly rounded mounds of
her naked breasts.

"Oh Jarred, Jarred! I've wanted you for so long now. I've wanted to
hold you, kiss you, to feel you inside me. I've waited and waited, and I
want you now! Fuck me like you love me!"

She sat up on the side of the hot tub and gave him a woeful look, a look
barely concealing the torment and undeniable ache and throb of desire.
Jarred grasped the thin bikini bottom and slowly removed it, prolonging the
moment, prolonging her unfulfilled desire.

"Fuck me Jarred, fuck me," she pleaded.

Jarred was barely in control of himself, and he remembered what Heather
had said about teasing a girl, taking it slow. He picked up her right foot
and began sucking on each of her toes. Then he began kissing and softly
biting up her leg, towards her young virgin pussy, but when she had
expected the warmth of his mouth on her vulva, he bypassed it and began
kissing and nibbling down her left leg.

He paused to suck on each toe while her body writhed in lewd
anticipation. With one continuous motion he dragged his tongue up her leg
and inner thigh to her dripping wet slit. A jolt of ecstasy surged
throughout her aroused body as his long tongue licked up between her
quivering labia, collecting her sweet nectar. The tip of his tongue
flicked at her hard clit, causing her to involuntarily jump with each
flick. Finally he devoured her clit with an open mouth and flattened
tongue.

Her eyes shut tightly as the pleasure welled up deep inside her loins,
quickly building to a crescendo as his tongue drove her high into the
forbidden rarified atmosphere of wild uninhibited wantonness. A helpless
ecstatic moan rose deep within her throat until a highpitched cry
announced her pleasure to the heavens. With one final gasp, the orgasm
overwhelmed her. She pushed his head away from her now oversensitive clit
and she gasped for breath.

Jarred was now ready to give her the fucking she had been dreaming about
for well over a year. He was about to pry her legs apart for coitus when
Heather stopped him. Looking him in the eye, she handed him a lubricated
condom and said, "Enjoy her. She's yours."

Opening the foil packet, he unrolled the condom over his stiff dick. He
looked right and left, keenly aware that he was being watched. It was
strangely exciting being watched, watched by his father, watched by her
mother, watched by her younger sister; all watching him take her virginity.

He pried her legs apart. Her face was contorted with lust, her upper
torso strangely mottled. He put the crown of his cock to her virgin fuck
tunnel and penetrated through the first layer of warm, all enveloping wet
flesh as slowly as he could until he felt the resistance of her still
intact hymen. He paused and kissed her deeply. Whispering the words, "'I
love you Cindy," he broke through the hymen and slowly drove in deep.

"Oh! Oh! Ohhhhhhh!" she moaned as the sharp pain came and quickly
faded.

He slowly withdrew and then penetrated deep again, slowly thrusting in
and out of her incredibly tight cunt. Gradually he increased his momentum
like a steam locomotive leaving the station. Her heels locked around his
hips drawing him in on each inward thrust. The slap, slap, slap of their
stomachs coming together mixed with her mewls of salacious contentment. On
and on he went, fucking her hard, fucking her deep.

His balls were still drained from fucking her mother all afternoon and
he lasted a long time. Wave after glorious wave of orgasmic pleasure shot
through her body and still he fucked her. He lasted thirtyfive minutes
before his dick began jerking in orgasm, the feeling was intense as his
genitalia pumped and pumped producing precious little semen. Exhausted he
slipped back into the hot water, leaving her lying spread eagle, and
completely contented.

As he recovered, he replayed the last thirty minutes in his mind and
realized that he didn't change positions even once while he was fucking
her. "Damn it," he muttered to himself.

His father moved up beside him and whispered, "Bravo, Jarred, bravo!"
and then left the tub. He closed his eyes enjoying the enveloping warmth
of the swirling hot water. After several minutes Cindy slipped back into
the hot tub and looked at him dreamily. He suddenly became aware that they
were now alone. They kissed and fondled each other in the afterglow of
great sex.

After a while they went inside and down the bedroom hallway. The
unmistakable sounds of sexual passion came from the master bedroom. They
walked past to his room. There on the bed was a large box of condoms and a
tube of KY.

"Aren't our parents great!" she exclaimed as she picked the articles off
the bed and slipped into the covers. "This was the best birthday ever!"







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2003 Frank Downey. All rights reserved. Any use other than
personal archiving requires the permission of the author. Do not repost.

This story contains adult material. If this is illegal where you reside
or if you are underage where you reside, begone.

This story is inspired by a song, written by Ben Folds and performed by
the Ben Folds Five, calledcoincidentally enough <G>"Brick". You don't
need to know the song to enjoy the story, but if you know the songand know
what it's aboutyou'll probably figure out what Dave and Caroline's past is
all about quicker.

BRICK By Frank Downey

"She's a brick and I'm drowning slowly,""Brick", Ben Folds Five

"The past is gone, but something might be found to take its place,""Hey
Jealousy," Gin Blossoms



One"MALPRACTICE"?!?!?!?

"I'm afraid so, Caroline."

Doctor Caroline Williams was dumbfounded. She'd been a practicing
OBGYN for seven years now, and, though not the most experienced doctor
around, she'd had her share of trying moments. And she'd never even gotten
a hint of ever being accused of malpractice.

"Who is it, Marjorie?"

Doctor Marjorie Russo, the head of the practice that Caroline had
joined, sighed and looked down at her paperwork. "It's the Zanowski
couple."

"Shit," Caroline hissed. She remembered the Zanowskis. Young couple,
expecting their first baby. Everything had gone fine, Mrs. Zanowski
seemed to be having a normal delivery, and the baby justdied. With no
explanation. Evidently, the lack of explanation had been haunting the
Zanowskis, and they were looking for somewhere to lay blame.

"I saw your report on that birth, Caroline," Marjorie was telling her,
"and I couldn't find a single thing you did wrong. It seemed like a
bythebook delivery."

"Yeah, except she delivered a dead baby," Caroline sighed. "And I
couldn't tell her why. Look, that one's been festering in me for the three
months since it happenedwhy would I expect them to get over it?"

"But you know you did everything you could," Marjorie countered.

"Yes. Yes I do. But I can't blame them. They're looking for answers."

"Suing you isn't the way to do it," Marjorie snorted.

"Uhoh, is my beloved boss about to go on one of her 'why do people
think medical science is infallible magic' rants again?"

"I could, but I won't," Marjorie smirked, then stood up. "C'mon, we
have an appointment."

"With who?" Caroline asked, confused.

"With Ed Purcell, chief partner of Purcell, Amaker, and Dobson,
attorneysatlaw. We always use them. They know their stuff. You need a
lawyer, and you need one now. "

"No arguments here. Let me get my coat."

Two"Marjorie!" Ed Purcell was a big bear of a man, midfifties, with
distinguished graying hair and bright blue eyes. He and Marjorie had been
friends and associates for a long time. "Nice to see you! Please tell me
this isn't business."

"Nice to see you too, Ed, but unfortunately it is. Ed, this is Caroline
Williams. Got whacked with a suit this morning."

"Ah, crap. Nice to meet you, Doctor Williams," Ed shook her hand.
"First time?"

"Yes, it is, Mr. Purcell."

"Hell, call me Ed," Ed said jovially. "Let me see what you got."
Marjorie handed over the paperwork, and Ed perused it. "Grab some coffee,
the maker's over there, let me take a look at this."

He read for a few minutes, then looked up. "This looks like a tough nut
to crackbut unexplained fatalities always are, and we've defended them
before, successfully."

"You mean you'll take the case?" Caroline asked hopefully.

Ed laughed. "Well, the firm will take the case. Not me personally.
You want a bulldog, someone who'll drag out every bit of information he
can. That's not me. I'm too old, and have too many responsibilities
running the place. But I've got just the guy you need. Good lawyer, wins
most of what he does, and he's young, so he has energy."

"Ed, you're not sticking Caroline with some whippersnapper just out of
law school, are you?"

"Course not," Ed laughed. "He's been with us for about seven years now.
I'm guessing he's about the same age as you, Doctor Williams, 33 or so. To
me, that's young," he chuckled. He picked up the phone. "Dave? Ed. Your
docket's clear, right? Yeah, but that's minor. Meet me in my office,
would you? Got a malpractice for one of Margie Russo's doctors. Yeah, in
my office. Right." He hung up the phone. "He's on his way. Dave's his
name, Dave Dobrescu. Gonna make partner pretty soon, he knows his stuff."

Caroline couldn't believe her ears. "Dave...Dobrescu?"

"Yeah," Ed chuckled, "though Dave's not his real name. It's something
long and European. We call him Dave."

Caroline's brain whizzed a mile a minute. It couldn't be. Could it?
After all this time, through all this distance?

Then the door opened, and there he was. Fifteen years had gone by, and
he still looked the sameoh, a little bit more filled out around the edges,
but basically the same. He was six feet tall, black wavy hair, dark brown
eyes with a hint of mischief in them. Broad shoulders, tight chest. Damn.
He was still gorgeous.

"Hi Boss," he said, walking in the office. "What's up?"

"Come in, Dave. This is Doctor Russo." Dave shook hands. "And over
there, behind you, is....."

Dave turned around.

"Caro?!?!?!?"

"Hi, Tavi," Caroline said with a little smile.

"Oh my God!" Dave shrieked, and rushed to where Caroline was sitting.
He pulled her up out of her chair and wrapped her in a bear hug. Caroline
was shocked. And then, relievedand, in a corner of her mind long locked
up, as happy to see him as he was to see her.

"I take it you two know each other," Ed was saying.

"Good observation, Boss," Dave smirked. "Went to high school together."
He turned back to Caroline. "So. You did become an obstetrician. Good."

"And you did become a lawyer. Good," Caroline returned. "Of course, I
remember 'prosecutor' being bandied around, not malpractice lawyer."

"So I chose a different specialty. Your influence, you know," he said
casually.

"Huh?"

"You got me interested in the World of Doctors. Not enough to actually
become one, mind you, but enough to want to defend them in court." He
looked at Ed. "Got the stuff?" Ed handed over the paperwork. Dave looked
it over. "Oh, Caro, you got yourself a messy one."

"That's what your boss said."

"'Caro'?" Marjorie interjected.

Caroline laughed. "His old pet nickname for me. Only person that ever
called me that."

"And she called me Tavi," Dave interjected, "short for Octavian, which
is my real name. My parents were from Romania. Anyhow, Caro, let's go to
my office and discuss this. I need to hear your side of the story."

"Fair enough. Thanks, Ed. See you back at the office, Marjorie."

Ed and Marjorie watched them go. "Pet nicknames?" Ed laughed.

"Caroline's sort of closemouthed about her past," Marjorie told him,
"but I do know there was a major highschool romance. I think I just met
him."

"I think you're right."

"Is this good, though? Should he be defending her, if they have a past
together?"

"My experience is that it's best if we let them decide that. If they
think that he can defend her, than he should. I'll put a bug in his ear in
a few days, find out if everything's going OK, but I'll let them handle it
in the beginning."

"Sounds good to me."

ThreeThey walked into Dave's office. Dave took her coat, and hung it
up. Motioning her to a seat in front of his desk, he sat behind it.

"It's so good to see you, Caro, I can't tell you."

"Yeah. It is good to see you. What the hell are you doing in Seattle?"

Dave laughed. "Just ended up here. I had offers from firms all around
the country, and this seemed like a good one. Good track record, room for
advancement, great bosses. I picked right."

"Where did you do law school?"

"NYU. Did you stay at Ohio State for med school?"

"No, I actually came out here, University of Washington. Got a
residency here, and just stayed."

"Why Washington?"

"It was far away from my parents," Caroline said with a grimace, and
Dave smirked at her. He knew what her parents were like all too well.
"Why didn't you stay at Syracuse for law school?"

"Just wanted a change, and you can't beat NYU."

"True enough. Speaking of parents, are yours good? And your brother
and sister?"

"Yeah, my parents are great," Dave enthused. "Still living in
Cleveland. Still wish I was closer, but they're adjusting. Alex is good,
he's a computer somethingorother, lives down in the Bay Area. Laura,
believe it or not, is in med school."

"That's great! Where?"

"Ohio State, actually," Dave smiled. "Wants to be a pediatrician. And
your parents?"

"Still around. Still at home. Still trying to run my life, which is
why I moved 2000 miles away."

Dave looked down at his desk. "Did they ever find out.....?"

"No. But they have enough to hammer me with." She looked at him. "Did
yours?"

"Yeah," Dave admitted. "Mom, anyhowI don't know if she ever told Dad.
She knew something was wrong, so I broke down and told her. She was
especially concerned when I changed from Ohio State to Syracuse at the last
minute."

"Let's not talk about that," Caroline said icily.

"Biggest mistake I ever made in my life," Dave said, very softly.

"Excuse me?" Caroline asked.

"I said, switching schools was a mistake. It was cowardly, and
impetuous, and stupid. Don't get me wrong, I liked Syracuse, and I grew to
love it. But my freshman year was a nightmare."

"Why did you do it? We had had that planned since Sophomore year in
high school, that we were going to State together!"

"Because I was scared," Dave admitted, "and ashamed. I just didn't
handle the whole situation well, not at all." He looked up at her. "Look,
Caro, you're in a tight spot right now. You need the best representation
you can get. If you'd rather it not be me, I can arrange that."

Caroline smiled at him. "Tavi, are you a good lawyer?"

"Damn right," Dave laughed.

"Then I want you to do this. Unless, of course, you're uncomfortable
with it."

"No, Caro, I'm not. It might be rough, but, you knowI owe you."

"No, you don't, but OK. If you want to do this, then I want you to
defend me."

"Good."

Four

It was Friday night, a few days after Dave had taken the case. Caroline
was coming over his house to discuss the case with him. The doorbell rang,
and Dave opened the door.

She was still breathtaking, he thought. She was tall, about 5'9", with
long blonde hair and blue eyes. She was leggy and willowy, but not
ultrathin. It was amazing how little she'd changed since high school.

"Hi, Tavi," she said. "I brought Chinese takeout."

"You're a saint," Dave laughed. "Obviously you remembered a few
things."

"I sure did," she laughed. "There's Egg Foo Yong in there."

"You rock. Let me take that coat and put the food in the kitchen."

Caroline gave him her coat, and looked around his large living room as
he first went to the closet to hang her coat up, and then to the kitchen.
"This is a nice place. You're doing well," she commented.

"Can't complain on that note. Come on in here, we'll dish out the
food." She followed him into the kitchen.

"You live alone?" she asked.

"Yeah. Just me. It's a big place for one guy, I know, but I like
space."

"Comes from growing up in that little house of yours with four other
people," she teased.

"Don't I know it," Dave agreed with a laugh. "And considering that
mansion you grew up in, you probably live in a closet."

Caroline broke out laughing. "Not exactly. I live in a condo near the
hospital. It's not too small, but it's not huge, either. It's cozy."

"Well, this isn't your parents' place, either. I do try to make it
cozy, despite the size. And one good thing about having a place this big
is that I can entertain."

"Entertain?" she said with a raised eyebrow.

"Not that way," he chuckled. "No, when we have a gettogether with the
firm, it's usually here. The guys come over to watch football. Even the
family gettogethers with all the employees and their families, I usually
volunteer the place. I'm one of the few there that isn't married with
kids, so they all come over here because I'm Cool Uncle Dave with the big
house, the outdoor pool, and the bitchin' barbecue grill."

Caroline cracked up laughing. "Cool Uncle Dave. Yeah, I can see that.
You never got married or anything?"

"Nope. You?"

"Just to my career."

"Ah, that's a common affliction for doctors, from what I've seen.
Especially woman doctors."

"That sounds sexist," Caroline commented.

"Not at all," Dave argued. "Woman doctors have it harder finding
someone to settle down with, because their time is not completely their
own, and men are selfish." Caroline cracked up at that. "You know I'm
right."

"OK, I agree," she giggled. "No, you're right, it is hard. Not that I
date much to begin with. However, since you're not a doctor, and you're a
man, what's your excuse?" she teased.

"Well, lawyers can have problems with not having time, too."

"True. But it's not the same. And you said all your colleagues didn't
have any trouble."

"No, they didn't." Dave looked down a bit. "Just never....I don't
know." He sighed. "I just haven't, that's all."

"Yeah," Caroline agreed. "You're right, though, it is hard to find a
guy who'd accept that some times my career takes precedence over personal
preferences."

"Guys like that are rare, Caro."

"You did it," she pointed out quietly. "Well, it was a future career
back then, but you did it."

Dave looked up with a start, and then shook his head. "Not easily. Not
happily. And not without destroying everything we had. And we were
seventeen, I knew your future was at stake."

Caroline looked at him. "You had a lot of trouble with it, didn't you?
More than I realized at the time."

"Hell, yeah. You didn't know?"

"How could I?" she snapped. "You stopped talking to me, went away to
Syracuse instead of going to Ohio State as we'd planned. You never even
broke up with me, or told me what you were feeling, you just.....drifted
away. Oh, I figured it out, after all that happened. I so badly wanted to
grab you, talk to you...but I couldn't. So I waited for you. And you
never came back." She let out a long breath. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to
drop that load on you. This is all ancient history."

"Is it?" he asked.

"Well......maybe not quite. Seeing you again brings it all back. I'm
alternating between being deliriously happy to see you againand furiously
pissed off that it took fifteen years."

Dave swallowed. "That first summer, after our freshman years in
college. I knew you were home, and I was home, too. I can't count the
times I had the phone in my hand, ready to dial your number. I couldn't. I
was still a coward about it."

"I guess my problem was I was mad at you. I did the same thing, you
knowbut I wanted you to call first, because I blamed you. And you were
blaming me."

"No, not really. I knew it was necessary. I just found it hard to live
with."

"I never expected it to break us up," Caroline told him. "I guess it
just hit you harder than I realized."

"I felt like a failure," Dave admitted. "I had the world at my feet. I
was a good student. I was popular. I was headed for college. I had the
world's greatest girlfriend." He sighed. "And then I got her pregnant, and
she had to have an abortion."

"There were two people in that bed, Tavi. And it wasn't carelessness.
The birth control failed."

"I knew all that, intellectually. That's different than accepting it
emotionally."

"I thought you were in favor of me getting an abortion," Caroline
pointed out.

"I looked on it as the better of two very bad choices. I knew you
couldn't have the baby. We couldn't have supported itand your future
would have been completely derailed, because your parents would have
disowned you. I knew that. It still felt like failurethe whole
situation."

"Yeah," she agreed. "The problem was, for me, the big failure I felt
was, well, losing you."

"Oh, damn, Caro."

"And now I feel like even more of a failure," she said, waving her
hands. "Malpractice. Damn it all to hell." She looked pitiful. "Dead
babies. My life keeps getting derailed by dead babies."

"Oh, Caro," Dave said. "Look, I can't fix what happened fifteen years
ago. I can fix this. I promise."

"I thought you said it would be a tough case."

"It will be. That just means I have to work my ass off. For you,
that's no problem," he grinned.

"Thanks, Tavi," she mustered a smile.

"Let's get to work."

Five

It was two months later. Dave and Caroline had been meeting just about
every Friday night at Dave's house, to work on their approach. But this
Friday, Caroline walked in and found Dave in the kitchen. The kitchen was
covered with food.

"Caro! I tried to call but I missed you."

"What is all this stuff?" she laughed.

"We're having a cookout here tomorrowthe firm. So I've got to marinate
meats and prepare salads and......"

"I get the picture," she laughed. "Need some help?"

"That'd be great," Dave enthused. "You want to come? To the cookout
tomorrow?"

"Love to!"

They worked on the food until 10:00 that night, then Caroline left. She
returned at 10:00 the next morning. The party wasn't due to start until
noon, but Caroline came early to help finish the preparations.

The folks from Dave's work started piling in right at noon, and Dave
greeted them all and introduced them all to Caroline. She stuck by Dave
all day, helping him with the food; sitting with him, eating and talking
and laughing, after the food was cooked. They took a dip in the pool
together and played with some of the kids that Dave's coworkers had
brought.

It was funny, because Caroline was feeling a very strange sense of d�j�
vu. When they had been together in high school, they weren't solitary
people. Of course, they had plenty of time alone, but they liked going out
with their regular group of friends. And it was always better with both of
themon the couple of occasions that one or the other had a commitment, and
only one of them went out with the gang, it wasn't as fun. So, here,
surrounded by Dave's coworkers, Caroline felt very comfortable.

Dave felt the same way, because he brought it up. "Wow. Why do I feel
like I've been transported back in time fifteen years?"

Caroline laughed. "I know exactly what you mean, because I was just
thinking the same thing."

"Now all we need is Crazy Freddie Driscoll to show up, get stinking
drunk, and puke into my azaleas, and it'll be just like high school."

Caroline cracked up laughing. "Oh my God, Freddie Driscoll! I haven't
thought about him in ages!"

"You lost touch with most of the old gang, didn't you."

"Yeah," she admitted sadly. "How about you?"

"In touch with most," Dave told her. "Freddie married Amy Perreault."

"WHAT?" Caroline gasped. "He asked her out constantly in high school
and she always turned him down!"

"I know," Dave laughed. "They both went to Michigan State, though, and
Freddie grew up. Amy got drunk at a frat party and was in danger of being
attacked, and Freddie's the one that got her out of there. He was stone
sober, believe it or not. After that, she started looking at him in a new
light. This was early freshman year. They spent time with each other, as
friends, after that, and Amy got to know him a lot better and realized he
was a good person. In high school, she'd only seen Freddie The Wild Man.
So, she waited for him to ask her out again, this time she was going to say
yes. He never did, must have been sick of the rejection. So, back home
that summer, she asked him out. After he got over the shock, they've been
together ever since."

"That's so cool."

"They live in Chicago, have three kids, and are still happy."

"I wish I had stayed in touch."

"You didn't because you knew I did, I'll bet."

"Yeah," she sighed. "It was so stupid. I miss a lot of them. Kelly
Avarre, for instance. She was my best friend. I even lost touch with
her."

"Kelly's out here, you know. Lives in Tacoma. I'll give you her email
address, I know she'd love to hear from you. She's Kelly Wazenchuk now,
though, found a guy in college."

"I'd love her email address!"

They spent the rest of the day happily enjoying the party together.
Caroline even stayed and helped Dave clean up.

SixSomething had changed that weekend, but neither of them had known
exactly what.

Caroline came for more prep work the next Friday. The case would be
coming to trial in a couple of weeks. They were sitting on his couch,
taking a break from their preparations, sipping sodas.

"So, tell me," Caroline teased him, "outside of work barbecue bashes, do
you have any social life at all?"

Dave laughed. "What brought that up?"

"Well, you're spending every Friday night with me," she laughed.

"Well, you know. Just like high school, right?" They both laughed at
that. "I'm not seeing anyone right now, no, if that's what you're asking.
If I didn't have this case, I'd occasionally be going out with the guys for
a couple of brews and some darts at a pub near the firm. But that's OK. I
promised you I'd fix this. That's more important." He grinned at her.
"Besides which, I notice you're here on Friday nights, too. And I know
doctors have little free time."

"Actually, as an obstetrician, I work fairly regular hours except when
somebody is delivering." She sighed. "And I've lost some patients over
this, so I'm delivering less babies at the moment."

"Ah, damn. Well, when we clear you, that'll take care of itself."

"And I'm not seeing anyone at the moment, either," she smiled, "so my
Friday nights are all yours. Just like high school."

Dave looked at her pensively. "You ever wish you could go back?"

"Sometimes," she admitted. "You?"

"Every day of my life," he said. "There are days I wish I could just
start over."

"Dave, why on earth? You've done well. Things have worked out. You're
successful, respected..."

"And completely alone," he cut her off. "Look, do you think I'm good
looking?"

"Well, yeah," she laughed. "You haven't changed that much since high
school. Where did that come from?"

"Just a point. I'm good looking, I'm successful, I like to think I'm
fun to be with. Let's just say that my lack of a social life isn't due to
lack of opportunity. If I wanted to be out with a woman every Friday
night, I could."

"Then why aren't you?" she asked.

He looked off into space. And then he decided to say it. "Because
there's only one woman I was meant to be with, and I blew it. I've spent
fifteen years trying to find someone to take her place. It's never worked.
I don't think it ever will. And I'd give all of this up to undo the
mistakes I made fifteen years ago." His eyes found hers, then, and she was
looking at him in shock. "I'm sorry, Caro. I've said too much."

"I thought it was just me," she whispered.

"Huh?" he asked.

"I thought it was just me," she said a little louder. "It's easy to
hide behind being a doctor as an excuse for not being in a relationship.
Too easy. I realized what a lie that was in the last two months," she
admitted.

"Oh, my," Dave said in wonder.

"You're the only person I've ever loved," Caroline admitted. "And the
past two months have showed me somethingI never stopped. Davebeing with
you here last weekend, around all your friendswell, it just felt right.
And, even though we're spending them working on saving my careerbeing with
you every Friday night feels right, too." She grinned. "Just like high
school."

Dave grinned back, then sobered. "So, what do we do now?" Dave asked.

Caroline gave him a smile. "We didn't have any problems figuring out
what to do on a Friday night with a house all to ourselves back in high
school." Then she slid closer to him on the couch. She put her hand on his
chest, then leaned up and kissed him.

He eagerly returned the kiss, then said, "Caro, are you sure?"

She reached over and started unbuttoning his shirt. "Sure? Waiting for
fifteen years sure, that's how sure I am." His shirt was undone and she was
slipping it off his shoulders. He reached for her blouse.

In a matter of seconds, they were both nakedtheir clothes strewn all
over his living roomand were lying on his couch, furiously kissing. His
hands groped her breasts, and she reached down between their bodies to wrap
her fingers around his cock. They were sprawled on the couch, him over
her, and she pulled one leg up over the back of the couch and dropped the
other to the floor.

"Oh, God, Tavi, now! Please!" she howled, pulling his cock towards her
pussy. He got himself into a semicomfortable position, and plunged deep
into her.

"Oh God! Oh God! I remember!" Caroline screamed, as Dave moved himself
in and out of her. "OH GOD!" The couch wasn't the easiest place to do
this, but they managed. "Tavi! Oh, Tavi, yes!" Caroline chanted. "Oh,
Tavi, I'm cummmmiinng!"

She came down from her orgasm and Dave was still going. " Oh, Jesus.
You're still the best, Tavi," she gasped.

"Only with you," he groaned back. She reached another climax before
Dave poured himself into her.

It was afterwards, as reason returned to them, that Dave realized.
"SHIT!"

"What, honey?"

"Caroare you still on the pill?"

"No, I haven't had a reason to be for some time, so I went off it."
That's when it hit her. "Uhoh."

"Oh, damn, Caro. What was I thinking?"

"We, Tavi, we. I didn't stop you or bring it up either."

"When did your last period end?"

"Oh, about two weeks ago."

"Shit!"

She reached up and put her arms around his shoulders. "Tavi? We're not
scared 17yearold kids with no money anymore. It's OK."

"It is?"

"Remember when I had to get the abortion. Do you remember the thing
that bothered me most? I told you I did want to have babies, badly,
sometimethough I knew that wasn't the time. In fact, I remember telling
you that I wanted to have your babies someday."

"True," Dave grinned. "But, I mean, this would be a very bad time."

"Why?"

"We just ended up in bed for the first time in fifteen years. And that
was all of a sudden. We haven't talked, we don't know where we're going
from hereand how can you trust me?"

"Why wouldn't I trust you?" Dave started to say something, but Caroline
interrupted him. "Dave, you were seventeen! It was the worst thing either
of us ever had to go through. And it was partially my fault, tooI
could've confronted you. We both failed the other. But we were young, and
in pain."

"I know. I still feel guilty about leaving you like that."

"Good, than it's time to make it up to me," Caroline grinned at him.
"We can't get that time back. But we can try to get something else.
You're still the same person and I still love you with all my heart."

"Yeah," Dave agreed, smiling. "I still love you, too."

"So, if I'm pregnant, we'll be fine. This time." She reached down with
a grin and rubbed his flaccid cock. "In fact, I think I should rouse this
guy from his slumber so we can do it again and make sure."

Dave laughed. "Fine. But in the bedroom this time!"

"Bedroom? That'd be a first," Caroline laughed. "Have we ever done it
in a bed?"

"Junior prom, the hotel room. Oh, and that weekend that summer that my
family went away."

"OK. But the rest of the time it was back seats of cars, in the
woodsjeez, a couch should be easy!"

"It was easy," Dave laughed, prompting Caroline to laugh herself. "But,
if we're going to be making babies, my Princess deserves a bed."

"I'll buy that," she laughed. He took her hand and led her upstairs.

SevenThey ended up in his bed. When they first got there, still
partially satiated from their first coupling, they were fondling and
talking.

"You remember our first time?" Caroline asked with a little grin.

"Like I'll ever be able to forget that! To this day I'm amazed there
was a second time."

"I only told one personKelly." Dave nodded. "Did you?"

"Freddie Driscoll, who else? He was discreteat least about my life if
not his own."

Caroline giggled. "Well, I told Kelly, but I didn't tell her until
after the third time. I told her the second and third times were
mindblowing. She, of course, asked, what about the first? So, I told
her, you know all those horror stories of things that can go wrong for a
first time? We got 'em all. It hurt like hell, you never got it all the
way in, I bled like a stuck pig, and you went off in ten seconds."

"Like I said, still amazed there was a second time."

"Yeah, and that's the one I really remember. In the woods behind my
parent's house, you brought a blanket. We spread it out in a clearing.
Then you made love to me. That was the night I knew I was really, truly in
love with you."

"Me, too, but I knew in one instant right at the end." She looked at
him. "When you thanked me."

"Yeah," she sighed. "God, we went together from almost the beginning of
Freshman year to halfway through Senior. I always thought it was forever."

"It should've been. Did you think about this stuff before we saw each
other again?"

"All the time."

"Glad it wasn't just me." They were still lazily stroking one another.
"We, however, have a problem."

"You mean, besides the fact that you might have just knocked me up?"
Caroline giggled.

"Yeah, besides that," Dave laughed. "You need a new attorney."

"Huh? WHY?"

"Um, sweetheart, sleeping with a client is a major breach of ethics."

"You've got a point. But, shit, Tavi, the trial's right around the
corner!"

"Don't worry. I'll talk to Ed Monday morning. We'll work it out. But
first things first. I've been waiting a very long time to do this to you
again." He lowered his face to her boobs, and started sucking on a nipple.
Caroline squirmed and gasped underneath him. He lovingly sucked on her
boob for a bit, then started trailing kisses down her stomach, into her
bellybutton, and then headed lower. She eagerly spread her legs, and he
climbed in between them. He let his tongue lazily graze the length of her
pussy.

"Oh, damn, Tavi!" she exhaled. He grinned, and kept up his licking,
pausing every so often to dip his tongue into her opening. He kept this up
for a few minutes, then headed for her clit.

"Tavi! Tavi! Tavi!" she chanted as he sucked and nibbled on her clit.
"Oh JESUS Tavi!" He buried his face in her pussy, licking the length of it
then stopping for attention on her clit. She pulled her thighs against his
head and bucked underneath him, sobbing out her climax.

"I don't believe it," she gasped as she came down. "You've gotten
better at that. I didn't think that was possible!"

"That's pretty amazing, considering I haven't really practiced all that
much lately," he laughed.

"You can now practice that any time you want. In fact, I insist."

"Fine by me," he grinned, and lowered his face back down between her
legs. "Oh, you are going to kill me!" Caroline gasped.

What they had done downstairs, they were used to from their previous
relationship. When you're high school kids whose parents do not know
you're sleeping together, lovemaking often tends to be quick. They'd had a
few opportunities to take their sweet time, but not manyand they'd always
considered those opportunities extra special.

This was their first time together as adults, in Dave's own house, and
Dave wanted to make it last. He brought her back up slowly with his
tongue, taking his time, working his way back up to sucking on her clit.
He gently sucked and nibbled on her until she came again.

"Oh, Jesus, Tavi," she moaned. He was crawling up the length of her,
and he eased himself back into her. He held himself there, all the way in,
and smiled down at her. She smiled back.

"I've been dreaming of this for a very long time," he said to her in a
low voice.

"Uhhuh," she agreed. He started moving in and out of her at a slow,
deliberate pace. She wrapped her legs around his hips. He was holding
himself up by his arms, and she ran her fingers over his shoulders. Then
she grabbed his shoulders and pulled him closer to her.

"C'mere," she said. "Right on top of me." He chuckled, and lowered
himself so that he was on top of her, leaning on his elbows so he wouldn't
completely crush her, his hands on her head, running through her hair. He
lowered his lips to hers, and they kissed as he slowly and gently fucked
her.

"You can go faster," she gasped as she broke the kiss.

"Uhuh," he demurred. "I'm taking my time."

"Really?" she grinned.

He grinned back, and pushed himself all the way in, and held himself
there. He ground his pelvis into hers, rubbing against her clit, and his
chest ground against her tits. "AH!" she gasped. Then he started moving
slowly again.

"Oh, Tavi, oh God," Caroline chanted as he slowly fucked her.
"Please...oh God...please..." Dave took the hint, and sped up his motion,
just a little bit. "OHGODOHGODOHGOD!" Caroline chanted as Dave plunged in
and out of her. "Oh, Tavi, CUMMMMINNNGGG!!!!" Dave stopped moving as she
climaxed around him.

"Oh, God," she whispered in a tone of wonder, "four in one night."

"And I'm not even done yet," Dave grinned. He wasn't kidding. He
brought her to another climax before he went himself.

Afterwards, they were sprawled out on the bed, wrapped around one
another.

"Caro?"

"Hmmmm?"

"Don't go home."

"Good. I didn't want to," she giggled.

EightDave woke up the next morning, all curled around Caro, spooning
her from behind. He sighed happily.

"Does that mean you're awake?" she whispered with a giggle.

"Yup. How long you been awake?"

"Ten minutes or so. I was trying not to wake you. I was nice and cozy
in any case." She turned to face him. "I think we need to talk."

"Uhoh."

"Nah, it's not bad. Well, not that bad. Anyway, I need to apologize to
you. I think I got carried away."

"With what?" he asked.

"With the possibility of, you know, getting pregnant."

"Hey, I'm the one that forgot a damn condom."

"It's OK, it really is," she smiled. "I forgot, too. And, last night,
I was all enthusiastic about it."

"Now you're not."

"Well, now I'm worried. And a little scared. Like you said, our first
time in bed in fifteen years. Can we handle me being pregnant? It worries
me."

"I think we can," Dave assured her. "However, I must admit I was
worried at your enthusiasm."

"Atonement," she said, very softly and sadly.

"Oh, damn, Caro. There's no need."

"I know, but I can't help it."

He sighed, and pulled her closer. "If you are, I promise, we'll do
right by this one. Both of us."

"I know." She took a deep breath. "Dave? What about us?"

"I want you back. I don't want you to ever go again. I love you. I'm
not fucking it up a second time."

"Oh, thank God," she sighed. "That's what I want, too."

"Good." He looked down at her and grinned. "How about breakfast?"

"That sounds heavenly."

They spent the rest of the day together, most of it in bed, before
Caroline had to go home. "I have no work clothes here!" she teased Dave.

On Monday morning, Dave went in to Ed, his boss, and explained the
situation. They quickly recruited Mike Shalon, another young attorney at
the firm and one of Dave's best friends. Mike would become Caroline's
attorney of record, but Dave had to help him with the case and preparation,
as time was short.

Caroline, for her part, walked into her practice floating on air.
Everybody noticed, but she didn't say anything about it. Nobody really
knew what was going on until about a month later.

"Margie?" Caroline said, leaning into her office. "You got a minute?"

"Sure, Caroline. What can I do for you?"

"I need a blood test. For myself, I mean."

"OK," Marjorie said tentatively. "What am I checking for?"

"Pregnancy," Caroline grinned.

"WHAT?"

"Did Ed tell you that I switched attorneys?" Marjorie nodded. "I had
to. I'm sleeping with my old one," she said with a huge grin.

"Aaah. Did you and he, in the past...."

"Yes." Caroline sat down and told her the whole story.

"Wow. You had an abortion?"

"Not one of my prouder moments," Caroline said.

"What are you going to do if you are pregnant now?"

"Have it. Love it," Caroline said happily. "And, yes, Dave agrees."

"Good. Well, let's find out, shall we?"

The results were in the next day. Caroline arrived at Dave's house with
a purchase she had made on the waya tee shirt that said "World's Greatest
Daddy." Dave was delighted.

NineThe trial started the next week. To Caroline's consternation, her
parents flew out from Cleveland for 'support'. She reintroduced them to
Davewho they didn't like when they were in high school together, and
didn't care for much now. Her parents insisted on staying in her spare
bedroom, as they complained about her 'tiny' condo.

"They are seriously cramping my style," Caroline grumbled to Dave on one
of the few nights they were able to get together.

"Have they noticed the morning sickness?" Dave laughed.

"Nah, because I don't have it that badly."

"They're going to twig on to things sooner or later, Caro."

"Yes. But after this damn trial, I'm hoping."

The trial started. The plaintiffs presented their case, getting all
kinds of medical witnesses, as well as the Zanowski couple, who evoked
sympathy in the jury.

They rested their case, and Mike started Caroline's defense. After
calling his own series of medical witnesses, he called Caroline.

The direct examination went well. Then the plaintiff's attorney began
his crossexamination.

"Doctor Williams," he began, "how many babies have you delivered?"

"In my career?" The lawyer nodded. "Well, I do about 150 a year, and
I've been in practice for seven years, so, what's that, around a thousand?"

"OK, have you had any other fatalities?"

"Of course. You can't avoid them."

"Do you ever question yourself about them, to see if you could avoid
them?" the attorney asked harshly.

"Well, it depends."

"It depends?"

"Of course. I had one last year that died because its brain didn't
develop. There's nothing you can do about something like that. It can't
be avoided. That baby couldn't be saved. It was dead before it was born."

"I see. But they're not all like that."

"No."

"The case in question wasn't like that."

"No, it was not. And, yes, I did question myself about this one.
Repeatedly."

"There's no logical explanation for what happened to my clients' child."

"No, there isn't. I freely admit that." She reached for her boss's
favorite riff. "But medical science isn't infallible magic, either."

"What is that supposed to mean, Doctor?"

"What it means is that we don't always have the answers. I don't know
why the Zanowski's child was stillborn. I wish I did. But I did
everything by the book that day."

The lawyer thought about that for a minute, then said, "Doctor Williams.
You said you've delivered about a thousand babies. How many abortions have
you performed?"

"Objection!" Mike, Caroline's new lawyer, shouted. "Irrelevant!"

"I think it's highly relevant. It has to do with Doctor Williams'
attitudes."

"Overruled," the judge said.

"I've probably performed about a hundred abortions, total," Caroline
said.

"How do you justify that with your bringing new babies into the world?"

"Because I believe in the right to choose," Caroline replied
definitively. "The babies that I bring into the world, their mothers chose
to have them."

"Ah. In fact, you had an abortion yourself, didn't you, Doctor
Williams?"

Caroline gasped. Mike screamed out another vehement objections.
Caroline looked out and saw her parents recoiled in horror. The
plaintiff's attorney was telling the judge that his question should be
allowed.

To Caroline's horror, the judge agreed. "Again, Doctor Williams," the
lawyer said, "have you had an abortion?"

"Yes." Caroline heard her mother gasp.

"Don't you think that says something about your cavalier attitude
towards the death of a baby?"

"No it does not," Caroline said vehemently. "Having an abortion was not
a decision I took lightly. I was seventeen." She heard her mother gasp
again at that. "We were careful and responsible, but the birth control
failed. If I had had that child, I would've been disowned and kicked out
of my house. My future would have been toast, before I even graduated high
school. It was the least bad of two very bad choices. It wasn't something
I did cavalierly at all."

"If you got pregnant now, you're saying, you wouldn't have an abortion?"

Caroline smiled. "I am pregnant. I'm a couple of months along. And I
am most emphatically having this baby!"

Shortly thereafter, court recessed for the day. Dave grabbed Caroline
as she stepped off the stand. "Your parents are loaded for bear, I saw it
in their faces."

"No doubt," she said. "Well, at least it's all in the open now."

"CAROLINE!" her mother hollered as she stepped out of the courtroom.

"Yes, Mother. Can we do this elsewhere, please?"

They went back to Caroline's condo. Dave insisted on going along. When
they got there, Mrs. Williams just blasted off.

"It was him, wasn't it?" she said, pointing at Dave.

"It was both of us," Caroline replied. "It's both of us this time,
too."

"I can't believe you actually got an abortion!" Mrs. Williams fumed.
"I can't believe you had sex when you were seventeen. This is not how we
raised you!"

"I had sex when I was fifteen," Caroline told them defiantly.

"WHAT?" Mrs. Williams exploded.

"It's over and done with," Caroline said. "It happened, it's over.
Dave and I went together for almost all of high school. We slept together
when we were sophomores for the first time. It was natural. We loved each
other."

Mr. Williams picked that moment to butt in. "What I want to know is
what you're going to do about this pregnancy."

"Have the baby." Caroline stated.

"And what's he going to do?"

"Be a Daddy," Caroline said. "Anything else is to be discussed by us,
not anyone else."

"We didn't teach you any of this!" Mrs. Williams cried.

"You didn't teach me anything!" Caroline erupted. "You dictated! It
was your way or the highway! I didn't tell you about my pregnancy in high
school because you would've kicked me out and disowned me. That's
teaching? Have an accident, and we don't want anything to do with you? I
was terrified, and I couldn't come to you. That's not teaching."

"You needed a firm hand," Mr. Williams claimed.

"And that worked out so well, didn't it?" Caroline snorted. "I still
managed to get knocked up and have an abortion. And if you hadn't been so
enamored with your own firm hand and your own twisted sense of morality, I
might have been able to tell you about my pregnancy. And maybe I wouldn't
have had to abort your grandchild, and destroy my relationship with the
only person I've ever loved while I was at it."

"You shouldn't have been in a position to get pregnant in the first
place!" Mrs. Williams maintained. "I was a virgin on my wedding day!"

"And you're frigid," Caroline spat, provoking a gasp from her mother.
"I never saw any love in that house, not from either of you to me, or to
one another. It was all duty and obligation. Dave loved me."

"Still do," Dave piped up, earning stares from the Williams' but a
grateful smile from Caroline.

"Anyhow, I'm leaving. I'm spending the night at Dave's. You can stay
or go back to Cleveland, I don't care. If this is 'support', I don't need
any." She and Dave stormed out.

Her parents returned to Cleveland the next day.

TenWhen Caroline got back on the stand the next day, the attorney for
the plaintiffs continued leaning in to her.

"So, Doctor Williams, you informed us yesterday that you were pregnant,
and this baby you've decided you want. If this baby dies, how would you
feel?"

"Upset, of course. But, you have to understand something, being an
obstetrician, I know how precarious pregnancy can be. Especially in the
first trimester. I could miscarry any time."

"What do you mean about how precarious pregnancy can be?"

"So many things can go wrong."

"But we know what causes those things, don't we?"

"No, a lot of them, we don't. I had a patient recently. Five months
along, everything looked fine, we did ultrasoundsand she miscarried. Out
of the blue. We don't know why. Pregnancy is one of the most delicate
balancing acts our bodies will ever go through. Hell, even after
pregnancy. Have you ever heard of SIDS? We don't know what causes SIDS.
There are theories, but no sure thing. How can a baby that seems perfectly
healthy just stop breathing? We don't know."

"So, a couple like my clientsthey just have to live with that? Your
baby died and we don't know why?"

"A lot of people have to live with that, Mr. Golland. Not just your
clients. Look, I'm a doctor. Obstetrics is usually the most
lifeaffirming medical specialty there is. I spend most of my life
bringing new life into the world. When I have something like what happened
to the Zanowski baby, it affects me. I have to live with it, too. Not
like your clients, of course, but I have to live with it, too."

"You mean you have to live with your mistakes."

"No, that's not what I mean. I mean I have to live with the
uncertainty. I have to live with knowing I didn't make any mistakes, not
with current knowledge levels. I did everything I possibly could for that
child. And he still died. That is what I have to live with."

"You made no mistakes," the attorney said snidely.

"No, I didn't. You know what, Mr. Golland? It'd be easier if I did
make a mistake."

"What?"

"Even if I lost this case. I'd at least know what went wrong. I wish I
could point the finger at myself. But I can't. And that's the hardest
thing about being a doctor."

Mike had done well with the other defense witnesses, but even he
agreedthose responses were critical. Caroline won the case.

There was a little celebration at Caroline's office. Marjorie was
jubilant. Caroline was, too, but more relieved than anything. She was
extremely grateful to Mike for doing such a great job on such short notice.

When that was done, Dave took her back to his house for a more private
celebration.

Afterwards, lying in bed, Dave kissed the forehead of the woman cuddled
in his arms. "Congratulations, Doctor Williams. You got your life back."

"Yes, I did." She rubbed her stillflat tummy. "And a new one in the
bargain."

"Well, then," Dave said, "how about going for broke and really getting a
new one?" He reached into his night table drawer, and withdrew a jewelry
box. He opened it up, revealing a perfect onecarat diamond ring.

"Oh, Tavi," she sniffled. "That's not a new one. That's the old one,
the good one, finally returned."

"I take it that's a yes?"

"Oh, God, yes!" He happily placed the ring on her finger. "You've made
me so happy, Tavi. Again."

"Me, too. Better late than never."

"My sentiments exactly!"
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Busted at Work Chapter Two (F/FM, Fdom, humil, spank) By Rod
Ramsey


"Cooper." Jerry answered his phone. The damn thing always
seemed to ring just before quiting time.

"Mister Cooper, I would like to see you in my office before you
leave." Bridget Ridgeway stated in her Katherine Hepburn voice.

"Um, yes Ms. Ridgeway." Jerry replied.

Now what? Yesterday that bitch had spanked him for reading
internet porn. Jerry had been carefull today, not even logging
onto the internet. He finished the form he was processing, then
shut down his computer and headed to Ms. Ridgeway's office. His
knock on the closed door was met with an sharp "Come". Jerry
stood in the open door staring, Melody was bent over Ms.
Ridgeway's desk. Her short skirt pulled up around her waist,
bare ass exposed. Bridget stood next to the young woman holding
a ruler.

"Close the door Mister Cooper." she demanded, "We wouldn't want
anyone to see what's going on, now would we."

Jerry closed the door, unable to take his eyes off Mel's ass.
"You wanted to see me, Ms. Ridgeway."

"In my office after hours you will call me Mistress. Is that
clear?" Ms. Ridgeway demanded of him.

"Yes Mistress. Did I do something wrong at work today?" Jerry
was confused, he had not done anything that should result in
more discipline.

"Yesterday after your punishment you spent ten minutes in the
mens room. What did you do in there for so long?" Ms. Ridgeway
asked.

"Um, well I kinda masturbated Mistress."

"Masturbating in the Company restroom is not sanitary and a
violation of Company Policy. You have earned another write up,
or would you prefer a second spanking?" Ms. Ridgeway asked.

"I'll take the spanking." Bridget didn't know that Jerry had
masturbated twice last night thinking about his punishment.

"Undress. I'll be with you shortly. Miss Nevill is being
punished for wearing panties to work today. I had specifically
ordered her not to wear any undergarments." Bridget said as she
slapped the girl's ass.

Jerry remembered earlier in the day when Mel had bent over to
retrieve a file, her short skirt riding up to reveal skimpy red
panties. As he started to undress, he thought about the view he
would have had. Unable to take his eyes off Mel's sweet looking
ass he realized that he was having that view. Slipping off his
shirt he stifled a laugh at the situation.

"What do you find so amusing Mister Cooper?" Bridget asked as
she turned to watch him remove his trousers.

"Nothing Mistress."

"Well then what did you laugh for?" Bridget shook the ruler at
him, "I expect you to answer me truthfully when I ask a
question. Now what was it?"

"I was just thinking about earlier when Mel bent over and the
view I would have had, should she have followed your
instructions." Jerry answered.

"Well I do not want you looking at my female employees in a
sexual manner without my permission. Is that understood Mister
Cooper?" Bridget walked over and grabbed Jerry's hard cock.

"Yes Mistress." Jerry answered, breaking away from looking at
Mel's reddend ass.

"Very good. Now kneel right here, spread your legs and clasp
you hands behind your neck." Ms. Ridgeway instructed, giving a
downward tug on Jerry's cock.

Jerry knelt on the soft carpet and spread his legs. Clasping
his hands behind his neck he looked down, not daring to watch
Ms. Ridgeway continue her discipline of Melody. He listened to
Mel count the swats as Ms. Ridgeway applied the ruler. Mel
started whining as the count reached twenty. At thirty the
punishment was over.

"Now Melody, remove the rest of your clothing and go kneel next
to Mister Cooper." Bridget said as she finished spanking the
girl.

Melody quickly complied. Jerry couldn't help but glance up when
Mel's sweater hit the floor. She had nice sized tits with hard
little nipples. A hard firm body that showed she worked out and
no tan lines. Jerry stared as Mel dropped her skirt and turned
to walk toward him. Her pussy was shaved bare and the cuntlips
were glistening with moisture.

"Mister Cooper, what did I say about ogling my girls?" Bridget
demanded.

Looking back down he replied, "Sorry Ms. Ridgeway, I forgot."

"You also forgot to call me Mistress. Are you defying me
intentionally?" she sounded pissed.

"No Mistress. I'm sorry Mistress, I didn't mean anything by
it." Jerry tried to sound as remorsefull as possible.

"Well we will just have to add those two items to your list of
punishments." she slapped the ruler on the desk to emphasize the
point, "Now get over here and bend over the desk."

"Yes Mistress." Jerry scurried over to the desk, his cock
bouncing before him.

"Spread your legs Mister."

"Yes Mistress." Jerry spread his legs as far as he could.

Bridget's hands started roaming over his ass and thighs. Jerry
could feel his cock getting harder as she pulled his asscheeks
apart. He tensed as she rubbed a fingernail across his asshole.

"Relax Mister Cooper, I'm not going to hurt you." she taunted,
scratching his pucker again. "Yet."

Jerry's cock twitched as the woman teased his ass. Without
warning she slapped his buttcheek with the ruler. He stifled a
scream as the woman spanked him again and again, his ass swaying
to avoid the ruler.

"Just remember the punishment doesn't start until you start
counting." he was reminded.

On the next swat he started counting. She reached in front and
grabbed his cock to hold him still. Bridget watched the young
man's ass quiver with every swat. With every swat Ms. Ridgeway
would stroke his cock. Jerry knew that he was going to cum if
she kept this up. He concentrated on keeping the count straight
and saying thank you Mistress.

"Thirty, thank you Mistress." Jerry had to squeak the last
count out.

Still holding on to his manhood Mistress Ridgeway ordered Jerry
to stand up and turn around. Turning Jerry could see that Mel
was under no restrictions about watching him. Her eyes gleamed
with lust, locked on to his cock in Mistress' hand.

"Melody, as Mister Cooper disrespected you by looking without
permission, I think it only fair that you help punish him."
Bridget said to the kneeling girl.

"Yes Mistress, what do you want me to do." Mel asked, so far
she had only been on the receiving end of punishments.

"First come over here and take hold of his cock. I assume you
have seen a cock before?" Bridget asked as the girl walked over
to him.

"Yes Mistress. Only one though and my highschool boyfriend
wasn't nearly this big." Mel responded.

Bridget laughed, "Honey, this little boy is only average. I
have real men for you to meet someday that that will make Mister
Cooper here look like your boyfriend. Now take hold and stroke
it."

Melody took hold of Jerry's cock and began jacking him off. He
was still blushing from being called a little boy. Bridget
ordered Jerry to place his hands behind him. When he complied
she locked the wrists together with a pair of handcuffs, Jerry
had failed to see sitting on her desk. She then walked to the
far side of the room and returned with a wicked looking cane.

"No please Ms. Ridgeway you can't be serious." Jerry begged
when he saw the cane.

"Oh yes Mister Cooper. Very serious, even more so, as you keep
forgeting that I am to be called Mistress." Bridget replied,
swishing the cane through the air, "Now turn this way. Melody
honey lift his arms up and bend him over."

Mel lifted Jerry's arms up, forcing him to bend at the waist.
Bridget gave the girl a swat on the thigh followed by a command
to lift Jerry's arms higher. With his bound arms pulled up
painfully Jerry was in no position to resist. Mel continued to
stroke his cock as she held his arms up with the other hand.

"Just ten Mister Cooper, if you fail to count that stroke
doesn't count and we will add one more for good measure." Ms.
Ridgeway informed him.

"Yes Mistress." Jerry replied.

Whack "One thank you Mistress."

Whack "Two thank you Mistress."

Whack "Three thank you Mistress."

Whack "Four thank you Mistress."

Whack "Five thank you Mistress."

Whack "Six thank you Mistress."

Whack "Seven thank you Mistress."

Whack "Eight thank you Mistress."

This won't do at all, Bridget pulled back and swung the cane
with all her might.

WHACK "AAGH, shit that hurts." Jerry screamed.

"Yes and you forgot to count. That makes it eleven strokes and
we'll try nine again.

WHACK "FUCK, nine thank you Mistress."

"No Mister Cooper, the work fuck is not acceptable. Let's try
nine again."

Whack "AARGh, nine thank you Mistress."

Whack "Ten thank you Mistress."

Whack "Eleven, thank you Mistress."

Whack "Ouch, hey you said eleven. That was twelve." Jerry
almost yelled.

"Mister Cooper, do not take that tone of voice with ME!"
Bridget responded, "You miss counted nine twice, that counts for
twelve strokes with the cane. The count now goes to thirteen. Or
would you care to start over?"

"No Mistress, I'm sorry Mistress. I didn't mean any
disrespect." Jerry responded.

Whack "Aagh. Twelve, thank you Mistress."

Whack "Aagh. Thirteen, thank you Mistress."

"I'll have you prove how sorry you are later. Melody you may
lower his arms." Mistress answered.

Mel lowered Jerry's arms, she was still holding his rigid cock
in her firm hand. Bridget assessed the situation, instructing
Melody to let go of his cock and pick up the ruler.

"Melody, since Mister Cooper couldn't keep his eyes off your
sexy body I think it only fair that his sex pay the price.
Please give his penis ten swats with the ruler."

"Um, how hard Mistress? I've never done anything like this."
Mel asked quietly.

"As hard as you wish, it is you that he showed disrespect for.
However if I think you are too lenient I will punish you as
well."

"Yes Mistress." Mel replied with an evil smile for Jerry.

Mel brought the ruler down on Jerry's cock, not nearly as hard
as Bridget had hit him yesterday. He made sure to count, then
paused after the thank you to look at Mistress and ask what he
was to call Mel. Bridget responded that he should call her Miss
Melody and start over from one.

Smack near the base of his cock, "One thank you Miss Melody."

Smack right next to the first, "Two thank you Miss Melody."

Smack closer to the head, "Three thank you Miss Melody."

Smack just below the head, "Four thank you Miss Melody."

Smack right on the tip of Jerry's cock. Causing it to bounce
delighfully "Ouch. Five thank you Miss Melody."

Mel liked that and brough the ruler down harder.

Smack on the head again "AARGH. Six thank you Miss Melody."

Smack Jerry had to take a deep breath "Seven thank you Miss
Melody."

Smack back toward the base, "Eight thank you Miss Melody."

Smack on the head again, "AARGH. Nine thank you Miss Melody."

SMACK on Jerry's cockhead, "AARGH Shit. Ten thank you Miss
Melody."

Jerry was breathing hard and almost collapsed to the carpet. He
screwed his eyes closed to fight the pain and pleasure coursing
through his loins. Melody took his cock in hand once more.
During the punishment Bridget had sat down on the couch and
lifted her skirt, not nearly as short as Mel's, to finger her
pussy.


"That was fun Mistress. Anytime you want me to help punish
Jerry I would love to assist." Mel told her Mistress, licking
her lips.

"Oh I'm sure you will have more opportunity to punish Mister
Cooper before the summer ends and you return to college."
Bridget replied, "Now Mister Cooper come over here. I need to
feel that puny cock of yours in me."

Jerry was stunned, Mistress was actually going to let him fuck
her. He had fantasized about this but never expected it to
happen. He watched Ms. Ridgeway slide her pussy to the edge of
the couch. Walking over he kneeled in front of the powerfull
woman, his cock twitching with anticipation. He gently entered
her.

"Fuck me hard you worthless pig." Bridget spat at him, humping
her cunt into him. "Melody hit him with the cane. It's your job
to keep him motivated."

Jerry started to pump furiously, with the command from
Mistress. Mel picked up the cane and began whiping his back and
butt with it. Jerry knew that he was going to shoot his load
quickly if he didn't find something to distract him. He
concentrated on the pain from Mel's whipping of his back. It
didn't work Jerry had been on the edge of cumming since Mistress
had spanked him. With a cry he filled Bridget's cunt with his
fluid.

"Useless little boy! Get out! Can't even satisfy a real woman.
Put your clothes on and get out of my sight." Bridget yelled at
him.

"I'm sorry Mistress. So sorry I could help myself. Please
forgive me." Jerry begged as he tossed on his pants and shirt.

"Melody, come over here and show your Mistress what a good girl
you are." Bridget said, "Mister Cooper, I will give you a chance
on Saturday to show me proper respect. Be at my house at one
o'clock. Now get out."

The last thing Jerry saw as he walked out the door was Mel
kneeling before her Mistress, sucking his cum from her cunt.


End of Chapter Two

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