Mark's
Little Sassbrat
©2003 tainted^angel{MS}
Packing her small over
night bag she smile to herself, and a small thrill of energy like a current
went up and down her spine only to settle in her stomach. This is really
going to happen, she thought to herself excitedly. Looking at her watch she
saw that she was running behind and swore under her breath. In a rush she
absent mindedly zipped up her bag running for the door as the cab impatiently
laid on the horn.
The man was bald on top with graying hair. It
had a filthy greasy sweaty looked-like-it-had-not-been-washed-in a month.
Probably had been that long since he had had a bath and she wrinkles
her nose in disgust. Not wanting to appear rude she hops in the back seat
with a slight bounce. "Greyhound bus station please," she says happily ignoring
the distasteful smell that came at her in droves. She did not care she was
happy; with that thought that thrill of excitement returned a new.
The drive to the bus station was uneventful and
she now found herself standing at the counter buying a ticket holding
her over night bag. "Have any bags you need put under the bus ma'am" asks
the pretty petite late thirtyish brunette. "No it's ok I just have this one
bag" she smiled, attempting to relieve her restiveness.
It was dark now and the bus was almost empty.
Finding two empty seats she took the one next to the window which made
it easy to prop her head up and sleep. She liked to travel nights to; the
buses were so quiet and everyone was usually asleep. She opened a book and
slowly turned the page and felt the butterflies in the pit of her stomach
as her thoughts wandered. They had been since she had first arrived
at the bus station. The thoughts of the week of spending time with Mark made
her weak in the knees and her pulse quickened. Her mind still having a hard
time grasping what it was she was so nervous about. Was it the actual meeting?
Was it the fear that she would find out that maybe they where not compatible?
Or could it have been she worried about him keeping all his promises? The
last one made her blush and body weak, she gasped for breath. She looked
around quickly to see if anyone had noticed. It was ridiculous, no
one could have seen her in the darkness. She had felt self conscious her
face burning with the heat of her own wayward thoughts.
Finally after a few moments she had gone back
to her opened book that was still on page one. In frustration she had tried
reading but after several feeble attempts closed it. She had then thrown
it in her over night bag at her feet. Curling up against the window she had
fallen into a semi conscious sleep that often came with a long bus ride.
It was in the state she was in as the bus pulled out to take her to the one
place that she had so longed to be. To the one person she had for months
craved, desired, and longed for.
The bus had pulled up into the station in Oakland
which had wakened her. Blinking in the semi darkness, confusion swirling in
her fogged mind, it had not registered to her yet just where it was she had
arrived . Than it had hit her "I arrived" For two days she had worried,
fidgeting in her seat accidentally kicking the seat in front of her which
had left her somewhat embarrassed. Now as she left the bus she found herself
weak from all the emotions that had threatened to consume her. A fleeting
thought of turning around and heading back had almost compelled her to get
back on the bus. Yet she had known that was not an option. She had traveled
two and a half days and she was not about to go back. Explaining this to the
boyfriend......well she did not wish to go there. She had come in early just
so she could get her bearings before he was to have picked her up. Looking
at her watch saw she had an hour yet. She sat down on the hard bench wringing
her hands as they'd become slightly sweaty. "Oh I am not sure I can do this"
she thought. "But you waited so long why turn back now" her mind argued. She
hated when she argued with herself. Her heart always seemed win. Looking
at her watch her stomach became even more aflutter. Five more minutes, the
suspense was going to kill her if the anxiety didn't do the job first.
Then as if on cue she saw him and her heart did
a little skipping of a beat. "God he was so cute." she thought. Standing up
she felt weak in the knees and cursed at herself for not being stronger. He
sees me, oh god he sees me! You better run now while you still can her mind
told her. Oh yea right dumbass, and have him chase me through the bus station
she answered herself back grimly. Walking up to her he was smiling, oh she
liked that smile. "Hello, Love" he said in that laughing voice of his that
immediately puts her at ease. Smiling happily she moves to greet him and
moves to embrace him tightly. Returning the hug he looks down at her with
such a happy expression. Their eyes lock for a few moments and she found
she had to look away. She found herself responding to his looks his goatee,
mustache, and that mouth that said kiss me. Then there was the hair to that
she found she wanted to run her fingers through. She most definitely wanted
this teddy bear of a man. Now he was here in front of her. She found herself
a little shy.
The car ride did not take too long and they exchanged
pleasantries she felt oddly nervous and tried to hide it. "You ok Honey?"
He asked chuckling to himself. "Ummm, yes I'm fine," she said trying so hard
to keep her voice steady. He looked at her for a second with a slight smile.
Damnit he knows I am lying! She squirmed ever so slightly to calm herself.
Mark smiled, clearly amused, he knew why she was so edgy even if she was
not admitting it. He was enjoying himself and knew this weekend would be
very memorable. He would leave his sweetheart with some mementos to remember
him by. He laugh quietly at the last thought and turned back to the road.
He watch her sleep and had to smile. She look
like an angel, but angel she was not. Whew, she was not innocent. His smile
broadened, not innocent at all! His hands would be full the next couple days,
but he wanted it no other way.
Opening her eyes she saw him staring at her with
that same smile she had seen earlier. "Hey Hon," she whispered with a sleepy
smile. Then it dawned on her what they had agreed upon earlier. When she
had rested her training and punishments would begin. "Sleep well dear?" he
asked in such a serious tone She was not sure if it was her thoughts
or his seriousness that caused her to sit up on the couch. She just nodded,
not trusting her voice. He Looked at her raising an eyebrow. Oh, he
is not letting her out of this, and that realization washed over her. All
them months of taunting, teasing, sassiness, and brattiness now came to bite
her in the butt. Groaning at her own pun. This is what she asked for wasn't
it? He promised that he was going to deal with all the check marks she had
accumulated over the past few months, then onto the three punishments. Why
did she get herself into such a mess? She did not need to ask, she
knew that her mouth was the reason. That and her damn temper. That look told
her that she had very little time before she better answer; better than just
a nod. "Yes Sir," she said quietly fighting to stay calm. Mark continued
to stare at her for just a moment before he replied "Good Girl" She loved
to hear them words and smiled slightly. He went over and got a chair placing
it over in the middle of the room without so much as a word, She watch realizing
just what he was doing. A flood of emotions washed over her in waves drowning
her mind and body. She felt nervous, scared, confused, and strangest of all
aroused. He sat in the chair then in a dominating strong voice he call her.
"Come here to me please." "Mark......ummm...." Her mind
raced for something, anything to escape. He now look at her sternly the eyebrow
raised again. Oh, not that look she groaned inwardly. "Young lady what I
say about questioning me?" Looking at the floor she mumbled a weak reply,
"Not to question you Sir" "Good, now come here," his voice firm and unyielding.
Her throat went dry, "Mark, I don't think I can do this."
Without flinching he continue in a even stronger voice, "And this is suppose
to concern me how?" Suddenly she found her voice and shaking her head gave
him a reply. "It shouldn't" she finished lamely. "Kat?" he looked at her
knowing they would come to this eventually and now it was time to follow
through. She look up quickly as she heard her name and saw that he was now
annoyed. "Kat, don't make me come after you." "If I have to, you going to
make it worse on yourself." Knowing there was no more stalling she got to
her feet her knees turned to jelly. Knowing there was no where else to go,
she walked over to the chair she stood beside him. Grabbing her wrist he
pulled her over his lap, she found herself now staring at the carpet.
No, her mind scream in protest and she
tried to get off his lap, he held her fast. "Kat," do you trust
me? he ask his voice firm and low. She nodded her head but said nothing.
"Kat?" "I want you to answer me," determined to hear what he hoped he would
hear. "Yes, Sir" she replied a little too loudly now apparent even to her
own ears. "Good, now just trust me. I will not hurt you" With that he started
to spank her.
Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack
Wait!! her mind told her. This is so childish, can't do this I am not a
child! I will not do this her mind yelled!
He continued with his open palm making it connect soundly over her covered bottom.
Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack
"Damnit Mark let me up!" she protested. "Honey you
know this was coming and I am not going to stop until I say so and you've
learn your lesson." And cursing at me has just earned you a worse spanking!
Up until that moment she did not think he really meant business, but what
he said and his voice drew her back." Oh, no please....." she was begging!
Oh, yes missy I think so! With that his fingers went into the waistband of
her pants and panties and down they came. "NO!" she yell trying to reach
back and hide and protect her backside. He grabbed her arm and pinned
it to her back. He continued on smacking her rear fast and hard. Cringing
at each resounding smacks she squirmed, yelped, struggling to get away. But
he held her tight and on with the assault on her poor bottom. The spanking
went on it seem like ages and she was feeling panic raise; was going to ever
stop. The pain was great and she was exhausted for all her fighting and submitted
as she relaxed taken each spank as they rained down on her now burning bottom.
She refused to cry and instead found herself whimpering. He finished and
helped her back onto her feet. She now felt embarrassed and is very aware
of the cool air hitting her now smarting bottom, her most private places exposed.
Staring at the carpet she was afraid to
look at him, knowing he would guess her feelings. "Kat, look at me," he said.
Taking a finger he put under her chin and lifted up her eyes to look in his.
"Do you understand why I just spanked you." Oh, them eyes, they looked right
through her. "Yes sir" she mumbled. Blushing she attempted to look away but
his eyes would not let her. "And?" he said determined to get an answer. For
being bratty, sassy, not listening, and staying up late.....she said in a
soft quiet voice.