"Why don't we meet at your house?" Ethan, my childhood sweetheart and close friend, suggested. He and I along with two other students had landed a history research project together.
"Ma-my place?"
They all stared at me.
I quickly brushed the awkward air aside with a slight chuckle. "Sure, no problem."
All I could worry about is Jack showing up again with another bleeding wound. How would I explain to them?
"Then it's decided, we'll meet up at Annie's house after class. Better have some god-damn beers!" Ethan breathed getting up, breaking the little circle we had formed.
"Why would you want a beer? Aren't you too young for such horrible tastes?" Stacy mocked.
"Maybe we should buy some weed? I heard it helps the mind!" Martin, last member of the study group, suggested.
Our eyes fell on him. We all knew he smoked weed, but to actually bring it while we study was such a lousy idea.
Ethan laughed then suddenly slid a hand in my curls. His pink lips curved in a seductive grin. "Arrange for us whatever you think is right love."
I cringed to the 'love' word.
Flashing him only a simple smile, I watched him grab his backpack and walk out of the classroom.
Ethan had grown into one of the hottest boys in school. Hard to believe he was the same one I had dated briefly when I was eleven. Back then he was a little chubby, always wore glasses even though he had no eye condition. He said they made him look cool.
And here we were, he's a hot mess dating another hot mess, Angela. While I'm single as a rock under the scorching sun. Sigh!
Martin also got up, before leaving, he put his index and middle finger on his lips and imitated a puff.
"Don't bring that stuff in my house!" I warned but he just laughed then left.
"Oh he'll bring it alright!" Stacy laughed picking her backpack from the floor. "By the way..."she leaned closer to me from my right side. "I heard your dad beat Paul's black and blue. So fucking cool! Will he be home?"
"Ew! Stacy?" I cried scrunching my face.
She laughed.
"What? It's not a crime having a young stepmom."
"Never in a million years would I accept that!"
"Either that or you can date him! Like how do you live with such a handsome man under the same roof who by the way, you share no blood ties! I'd be all over him while he sleeps."
My throat dried up in an instant.
Her brains would blow up if she knew I had actually kissed that lava man and he hadn't detested me for it.
"No thanks. I'll pass!"
Her green eyes rolled. "Your loss. Either way, don't try to stop me from...hitting on him."
I huffed taken aback.
"You can try all you want."
I tried to sound like I didn't care, but the thought of her seducing Jack made my heart pound with jealousy.
***. ***. ***.
It was quiet as everyone dived in their thoughts to think of ways to tackle the assignment.
We sat in a circle on my large bed with our laptops at the center of it.
Ethan sat at my left while martin was at my right. He was already high, I could tell from his red eyes and constant silly jokes.
As I stared at the bright screen, I felt a hand creep from the left. It came to rest on my ass which was covered by a booty short.
Ethan then leaned on my shoulder to whisper. "You look hot in those shorts."
Stacy eyed us from the other side of the circle and made a low giggle.
Annoyed, I hit the hand off of me and pushed him back to his place.
"Yoooh! Will this be a foursome?" Martin asked in a deep corrupted voice.
"Shut up Martin!" I yelled before shooting Ethan a sharp glare. "You need to focus!"
"Make me!" He teased then bit his lower lip.
"Are you for real?" I squeaked feeling crossed. "Don't you have a girlfriend?"
Stacy laughed again.
"Jeez Annie! Which century are you in? They broke up over the holiday."
I shrugged. "Still doesn't matter. Keep your-"
Jack suddenly cleared his throat from behind me, earning all our attention.
With my back to the door, I had missed his presence, but perhaps Stacy had spotted him but said nothing just to create a bit of drama.
Jack's eyes held a spark of rage as they gazed at me, then at Ethan.
"I need to talk to you."
Oh boy!
I turned around completely and jumped out of bed before following Jack downstairs. He continued walking till we were in the kitchen.
"How long will they stay here?"
"Er...I don't know, till we get some brilliant ideas."
Jack spun around. "That Ethan kid, why did he...why did he touch you?"
My eyes popped out, almost dashing out of their sockets. Was he being fatherly protective or... jealous?
Either one, it was so embarrassing. What did he expect me to say?
"Um..." My confused eyes fell on his chest while my brain overworked to find an appeasing answer.
"It was an accident."
Our gaze met. He was frowning...really hard.
"Accident?" He echoed taking a sure step at me. "Tell me if-" Jack reached out and pulled me to himself then without permission, he grabbed my ass, "-this is an accident! Is this an accident Annie?"
I had gasped to his haul, I think.
But that was not important as Jack's large hands covering my ass. I could feel his fingers on the exposed parts, and they were very firm in their grasp.
"Jack!" I started to protest yet never trying to move a damn inch.
"Is this an accident?" He asked again, adding pressure in his hold.
This was jealousy at its purest form. Rage at its innocent shape. And damn me, I liked seeing him like that. The anger in his blue eyes was so damn hot.
"N..n...no!" I whispered as my breathing turned ragged and my center started radiating intense heat as well as sinful desires.
"You've been really naughty lately. Maybe I should punish you."
It was toxic staring in his eyes.
"Punish me?"
Jack started walking forward, pushing me backwards till I heard the door slam shut.
"Yes! Punish you!" He whispered gently while his right hand quietly squeezed under the edge of the short to make its way under the clothe.
When his bare hand now came in full contact with my butt cheek, the air flow was cut in a blink.
"Remember, you made me do this!" He whispered again right before spinning my body around.
"Hands on the door!" Jack ordered.
When I hesitated, he laid a hot spank on the butt cheek he had exposed. I let a low squeal. "And don't dare make any noise. Now, hands on the door."
"Okay! Okay!" I gasped and obeyed.
The male behind me pulled up the edge of the short to expose my other cheek.
"Ten spanks! If you make any noise, I'll add five. Am I clear?"
I nodded, afraid to utter a word lest it be considered noise.
"I'll spank as you count. If you delay, it'll be null."
Another nod, then held my breath.
His hand ran over both my butt cheeks, preparing them for what was coming. But it only made me feel worse. Less in control of the rising anticipation. I'd never been spanked for being a bad kid, and if anyone was to do that, I was damn happy it was Jack.
He laid the fist spank and I bit my lip, suppressing the yell.
"One!" I counted.
Spank!
"Two!"
It went on till it hit nine and my ass was on fire. The pain swirling in there made tears wet my face. I rarely shed tears but damn this punishment.
"You didn't count." His warm whisper landed on my ear.
"But...but you haven't-"
"You were distracted!"
My lips parted, but I had nothing to say. So I waited for the punishment to start all over.
"Just for today. Just because your friends are here, I'll let this one slide." Jack cooed.
I sighed in relief, which was short-lived when he laid another spank.
Catching me unaware, my cry almost left my mouth. Luckily, Jack brought a hand to suppress it.
"Find me when those little brats leave. Don't dare waste a second."
He was serious. He was expecting me to go back to my classmates with a blazing ass and act as if he hadn't just spanked me senseless?