Chapter Thirty Six

 

 

Summer pressed against the windows, a breeze moved langorous leaves on the huge tree in the lawn, sent Granny’s bonnet flowers nodding in their sleepy old fashioned way. Bees kept working, droning seriously around the flowers, in the foxgloves. Tammy stood at her window, breathing in the scented air, a vibrator firmly clenched in her slit, feeling the buzzing, reminding her of the busy little bees outside.

Annie had ordered her out for another late night walk, and the emotions had been too much to suppress. She would walk better, look better, be better if she wasn’t dying for a climax. Even as she thought of a stranger’s hand descending on her, the orgasm shook her, she arched her head back, opened her mouth in a soundless cry, felt the waves roll through her over and over. She felt her muscles twitch, felt juices flow, felt the vibrator slide out and lie buzzing and shaking on the floor.

“Nice one,” Annie’s thoughts entered her head. She snapped back.

“Get out! This is my time!”

All she heard was a laugh, a ghost of a laugh, trailing on her thoughts.

Mother and Father were out again, an interminable Golf Club dinner dance or something. They were left alone so much lately they were almost abandoned neglected children. One way of getting back at them would be to report them to the Social Service, thought Tammy, but they’d say we were old enough to take care of ourselves, I bet.

“They would, but it’s a good thought, kiddo.”

“Keep out!” Snapped Tammy, and felt Annie giggle. It was unusual for her to want to invade her thoughts to this extent, normally Annie kept to herself. She must be bored this evening.

Time to go. Twilight was darkening the edges of the sky, Tammy hadn’t realised time was slipping away.

She was already wearing the briefest of clothes, a tiny black skirt and an equally tiny white top. She had her hair loose, cascading down her back, a shimmering cloak of blonde hair brushed until it shone.

“Go get them, kiddo!”

“Get lost!”

The roads were deserted, a cat slinked past and ran for safety of a gate. Nothing else disturbed the evening.

“You there, sis?”

“Sure am, kiddo.”

“Stay with me.”

“All the way.”

Remembering. “I wonder who you fantasized about, or was it a faceless stranger, someone passing through Salldown, a business man on his way to a conference, stopping over night at the Coach and Horses, wandering around to walk off a late dinner and too many drinks, what would he think if he saw a girl looking as young as you do, kiddo, all the long blonde hair shining in the streetlight, that short short skirt, you know, the one we made together, the black one, with the slit up the side, the one that makes your behind stick out, would he think twice at your offer to give you a good tanning? In the back of his company car, a big one, upholstered seats, plenty of room, skirt up, pants down, hand coming down again and again, you wriggling and writhing and wanting to be free knowing he won’t let you free, knowing he’ll give you a good fucking afterwards, and knowing I’ll want to inspect you when you come in - is that what kept you and the vibrator busy all night?

“I was right in there, directing his arm, his hand, mopping up your tears holding your wrists so you couldn’t get away, feeling myself go red and sore in sympathy but kiddo, I didn’t need the vibrator.”

But Annie would have the vibrator now, clutched in her hand, sliding it around gently gently, teasing herself, waiting, watching the street through Tammy’s eyes, the empty lonely streets.

Tammy walked, her heels clicking, breaking the silence. A sound, a car, fast, slower, slowing right down, squeal of brakes, worn discs? Hiss of window rolling down.

“Hey, kid, looking for a ride?”

She took her courage in both hands. A rep, coat swinging from the hook in the back, damp under both armpits from the heat of the day, tired world weary look about the eyes, but a genuine smile, a real smile.

“Yes.”

“Good, hop in.”

Tammy walked round the bright red car with shaking legs. It was going to happen this time, after two false starts it would really happen.

The car started off immediately she slammed the door, she scarcely had time to fumble for the seat belt and slip it on.

“What are you looking for in particular?” He asked, hardly taking his eyes off the wheel, shaking a cigarette out of a packet and lighting it.

“A good spanking,” said in a firm voice which bellied her shaking and trembling stomach and legs. And the wetness that threatened to make her come before he even touched her.

“Oh, like that, is it? Well, I don’t mind doing that either, if it means looking at a bit of behind for a while. Anywhere in particular?”

“There are woods along her,” Tammy gestured to the right.

He smiled round the cigarette. “Done this before, haven’t you,” and it wasn’t a question.

“I have,” she was cautiously bold.

Deep in the twilight of the woods, leaves whispering their secrets to one another, night creatures scuttling away, the car was switched off, the engine ticked and cooled. The man turned to Tammy, smiled in the darkness, said.

“Want to get in the back?”

She nodded, and climbed out of the car, her heels sinking into leaf mould and soft mosses. The back of the car smelled of upholstery and papers, musty yet new. He got in the other side, and without another word pulled her over his knees. Left handed, thought Tammy inconsequentially as her tiny skirt was ripped away roughly, as without preliminaries he began to spank her hard, his hand looked white and smooth but it stung and stung, she began to wriggle after the first few smacks and he held her still.

“A good spanking, you said, and that’s what you’ll get,” and he slapped her again, harder.

It seemed to last forever, the relentless smacks falling again and again on her cheeks, her thighs, occasionally the backs of her legs if she kicked too hard. He knew how to spank. Tammy briefly wondered, between feeling nothing but pain, whether he was really into the s/m scene or just exceptionally good at it.

Then he sat her up roughly, and pulled a condom packet from his pocket.

“You got what you wanted, now it’s for me,” and opened his trousers. Tammy stared at the thick cock which protruded, felt herself go even wetter at the sight of it encased in rubber, shining in the pale light which filtered through the leaves and into the car. Her bottom burned as she sat, feeling the heat spread through her stomach and into every part of her, feeling the wetness creeping out, knew she would take him, no matter how thick no matter how long.

With a little manoeuvring they were on the back seat, she had her legs wrapped around his waist, he pumping hard and long, raining kisses round her face, into her ear, into her neck, until they exploded together in a shuddering climax.

Back in the front seats, clothing adjusted, he turned on the engine.

“I don’t suppose you want money, do you?”

“No.”

“It was for the experience of the stranger?”

“Right first time.” She smiled at him, shaking all over, wondering if Annie had felt it.

“Someone told you to do it.” Again it wasn’t a question. “You submissives are all the same,” the car swung round and back out on the street.

The man dropped Tammy off where he had picked her up, and she made her way home, slowly, dragging her feet, her legs wanting to give way. She longed for her bed, for peace , for a chance to go over the memories, to stand and admire the redness in the mirror, she wanted a hundred things at once.

Her pace increased just a little.

Whatever else, Annie was waiting.