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| Site contents Copyright © 2005-2015 Bridget Midway All Rights Reserved |
House of Memories
House of Memories
Copyright 2005
“Tell me again why we’re doing this,” Sylvia said.
As she sat on the passenger side of Buck’s SUV, she curved her body to face him while her seatbelt
tightened around her waist and down between her breasts. A spark of excitement tickled her skin from
the momentary sensation. She’d better enjoy it. Going to grandma’s house didn’t sound like a sexy
prospect.
Buck split his attention between watching the road and gazing at her. “Because Grammy Buckner is
getting up there in age. She needs help with the house so that she can sell it. And besides my dad,
who’s tied up with business, I’m the only one here this weekend who can do it.”
Buck’s hazel eyes sparkled as the morning sun permeated the vehicle. Although the winter had been
considerably mild for the state of Virginia, the recent warm weather signaled the onset of a delicious
spring season.
Dressed in a long-sleeved shirt with the name Buckner Woodworking on it, the company his father
owned, and jeans that hugged his muscled thighs, Buck looked prepared for just about anything.
“But today?” Sylvia began, her voice rising to match her growing irritation. “On our anniversary? We
were supposed to---”
“Shhh!” He put his finger over her lips. “Don’t whine. We won’t be there long. I promise.”
If there was one thing Buck was good at it was keeping his promises. She kissed his finger that still
pressed against her lips. From the scent of sawdust and the chemical stench of wood stain, she could
tell he’d been toiling away in his father’s shop again. Knowing Buck, he’d probably gone there after
work the night before to help his old man get caught up on some orders. Mixed in with his musky scent,
the aroma overtook the new-car smell.
His kindness toward his family ignited a need, a desire. Although they’d been together for nearly five
years, Sylvia still gazed at him in awe. His towering height made him a pillar of raw sexuality. She
needed this man. Craved him incessantly. She wanted nothing more than to please him, to make him
happy and proud of her.
Holding his bear-paw of a hand, she splayed his long fingers to gain access to his palm. She kissed it.
The warmth of his hand matched the rising temperature in the vehicle. Sylvia wanted so much to take
off her jacket but she didn’t want to let him go. Not just yet.
When she pressed her lips against the hardened heel of his hand she heard him moan. “Sylvie. Come
on, baby.”
She licked her tongue over the bulbous base of his thumb. “I can’t help it. Being near you drives me
crazy. You know that.” She slid his thumb into her mouth then hummed, vibrating her lips around his
digit.
This hand had given her more days and nights of pleasure than with any man she’d been with before
meeting him. She ran her hand up his arm, caressing the muscles in his forearm and his bicep until she
reached his shoulder. While massaging his shoulder, she slipped his thumb from her mouth and
replaced it with his meaty index finger.
Her tongue curved around it, recognizing the calluses on his fingertip and on his knuckle. She flicked
her tongue over a hard shard of skin, closed her eyes and remembered feeling it on her sensitive
backside.
Had it actually been five years since they’d been together? No. Really it had been six years, however
they’d both agreed to only recognize the very day of her first spanking as the day they really met.
Before then, they were just pretending. He was a civil engineer by day. She was a customer service
representative in a bank. The sex had been nice. Too nice. The day before she had decided to break
off the tame relationship, Buck surprised her. After admonishing her for being late in meeting him at his
house, he demanded that she lay across his knee.
She’d laughed him off at first, thinking he’d been drinking beforehand. No way was she going to position
herself on his lap like some child and have this man spank her. But there had been something
commanding about his tone. He’d held a look in his eyes that forced her to pay attention.
Wanting to see what would happen, she’d played along, flopping herself across his legs that could have
doubled for tree trunks.
“Okay, Daddy, do your thing,” she’d said jokingly, not really thinking he would actually spank her.
The first hit shocked her. The pop against her ass cheek stung. Although it didn’t hurt, it had been
hard enough to get her attention. She’d gazed up at him, her mouth open.
“I don’t like it when you’re late,” he’d said. “It’s disrespectful and you waste my time.”
His large hand came down and smacked the same spot on her cheek again. This time she’d jumped.
“Are you crazy?” she’d asked and struggled to get off of his lap.
“Tell me, Little Darling. Why is it that you don’t value other people’s time as you do your own?” With
one hand on her back, he’d held her down and made repeated hits over both cheeks.
Pain. Even to this day, Sylvia remembered feeling the pain of each hit. Heat surged through her sore
ass until she wanted to scream in anger for him holding her down and treating her that way.
“Say it, baby. Why are you always late?”
Sylvia squeezed her eyelids closed and balled her hands into fists. If she could have curled her body
into a ball, she would. Buck had stopped spanking her. He reached down and took one hand.
“Open it, Sylvia. Release the pain.”
As though he’d willed it, she relaxed her hands then opened her eyes. She took in a couple of deep,
cleansing breaths before he continued.
“Now tell me, Little Darling. Why were you late?”
Tears pooled in her eyes until she didn’t have to blink to have them roll down her face. The attention
she’d received from this man made her realized that her life had been given to others, especially to
people at her job. When would it be her turn, she’d thought.
During the spanking she’d confessed to being selfless and under-appreciated. She’d felt invisible at
home and at work. She’d even confessed that until that moment, she didn’t think that they had had a
future. Looking back on that moment now, she couldn’t imagine giving him up.
Sylvia heard the engine rev up when she moved her mouth to his middle finger and sucked on it like she’
d done with his thumb and forefinger. If she couldn’t have him right now, she wanted to make love to his
hand. Her nipples tightened and brushed against her padded bra cups.
Keeping her eyes closed, she proceeded to lave his ring finger. Her body jerked to the side. When she
opened her eyes after realizing that the truck was slowing down, she saw that Buck had pulled off into a
wooded area.
Sylvia’s heart pounded as she listened to the crunching of the gravel underneath the heavy tires. When
the vehicle stopped in the middle of a private path, the tires no longer pulverizing the gravel, Buck
eased his hand from hers, put the truck into park and turned it off.
“Get out and bring your purse,” he commanded.
A demand like that would have made ordinary women wince, perhaps even cry, Sylvia mused to herself.
But to hear him bark the order then slam his car door when he got out, only made her feel more excited
than before. Goosebumps covered her skin as she exited the truck, shutting her door behind herself in
a less gruff manner than Buck.
When he made it around to her side of the SUV, he grabbed her hand and pulled her behind him. She
felt so infantile with him, stumbling behind his long strides like a toddler.
His white shirt made him stand out among the newly developing green leaves. The sun warmed the air
so that the jacket Sylvia now wore seemed too much. Or maybe it wasn’t so much the sun that caused
her rising body temperature but thinking about what Buck would do to her in the far depths of the vacant
woods.
Fallen dead leaves crackled under their footfalls until the sound of it and of her beating heart echoed in
her head. From the tightening of his grip, she suspected that they were getting close to stopping. At a
sudden halt, she didn’t have time to revel in her assumption.
“Drop your purse.” He pointed to the ground.
Without question, she let the strap slide down her shoulder and hit the ground with a crackly thud.
“Did I do something wrong?” she asked.
Buck stormed to her. Standing a full foot over her, he peered down. The morning sun behind his head
gave him a devilish orange glow around his normally short brown hair.
“You know what you did,” he began. “You have been a bad girl this trip to Smithfield, haven’t you?”
To be called a girl still brought Sylvia up short. She was thirty years old. Buck, although in great shape
from working out and running every day, was just eighteen years older than her. But right now she was
his little girl. And this man, her man, was her Daddy.
She nodded. “Yes.”
“You know what’s going to happen, right?”
“I need to be punished?”
He loomed over her until she backed up to a tree. Her hands reached back to hold onto the trunk. The
rough bark scraped against her palms but she couldn’t wait to continue embracing it. Not seeing a place
for Buck to sit, she knew exactly the position she would be taking in this disciplinary action.
“Yes, Little Darling. You need to be punished. But before I do so, I’m going to tell you why.” He held up
his hand and tapped each finger to tick off each offense. “First you whined about coming down to my
grandmother’s house. Then you tempted me with your mouth. And you question my decision on coming
here today because it’s our anniversary. I know what day it is. There’s no need to remind me. But you’
re being selfish and I can’t have that.”
In between heavy panting, Sylvia replied, “I’m sorry.”
“It’s too late for sorry. Turn around.”
She fought to keep from smiling but she’d been waiting to be spanked since last week. In an effort to
make the anniversary more memorable, Buck had announced that he wouldn’t be disciplining her for a
full week before to make her want it even more.
The strategy worked. Without the spanking, the attention, she felt like a part of her was missing. The
spankings had become a ritual, much like brushing her teeth or getting dressed.
Sylvia placed her hand on the trunk of the tree and waited for his next instructions. The rustling of the
downed leaves alerted her that he was on the move. Soon she felt his body pressing against hers, his
chest resting against her back and his crotch pushed against her backside.
His warm breath blew down the side of her face, caressing it like a hand. “Your choice, Little Darling.
Your hairbrush or a twig.”
Her knees nearly buckled at the whole prospect. And the idea of picking her spanking instrument left
her breathless. If she had a choice, she would rather have his bare hand.
Instead she answered, “Hairbrush.”
Buck slid down her body until he reached the ground. Opening her purse, he dug through it until he
found her wooden brush, a gift from him.
“Pull your pants down.”
Licking her tongue over her lips and without turning around to look at him, Sylvia undid her tight jeans
and wriggled them down past her backside.
“Your panties too.”
She knew they would go as well but she wanted to hear him command her to take them off. There was
something so odd in the idea of a grown woman having a man who wasn’t her father spank her like she
were his daughter. But for them it felt right.
Hooking her fingers into the sides of her white cotton panties, another one of Buck’s favorites, she slid
the garment down. Then she put her hands against the tree again and waited.
Nothing. If he wanted to keep her there forever she would wait forever. She loved him with all of her
heart and soul. Anything he wanted of her she would do.
The leaves rustled again. Her heart thumped until Sylvia felt convinced the organ would jackhammer its
way through her chest. She struggled to keep her knees locked to keep her from falling to the ground.
Then the sound stopped.
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Copyright 2005
“Tell me again why we’re doing this,” Sylvia said.
As she sat on the passenger side of Buck’s SUV, she curved her body to face him while her seatbelt
tightened around her waist and down between her breasts. A spark of excitement tickled her skin from
the momentary sensation. She’d better enjoy it. Going to grandma’s house didn’t sound like a sexy
prospect.
Buck split his attention between watching the road and gazing at her. “Because Grammy Buckner is
getting up there in age. She needs help with the house so that she can sell it. And besides my dad,
who’s tied up with business, I’m the only one here this weekend who can do it.”
Buck’s hazel eyes sparkled as the morning sun permeated the vehicle. Although the winter had been
considerably mild for the state of Virginia, the recent warm weather signaled the onset of a delicious
spring season.
Dressed in a long-sleeved shirt with the name Buckner Woodworking on it, the company his father
owned, and jeans that hugged his muscled thighs, Buck looked prepared for just about anything.
“But today?” Sylvia began, her voice rising to match her growing irritation. “On our anniversary? We
were supposed to---”
“Shhh!” He put his finger over her lips. “Don’t whine. We won’t be there long. I promise.”
If there was one thing Buck was good at it was keeping his promises. She kissed his finger that still
pressed against her lips. From the scent of sawdust and the chemical stench of wood stain, she could
tell he’d been toiling away in his father’s shop again. Knowing Buck, he’d probably gone there after
work the night before to help his old man get caught up on some orders. Mixed in with his musky scent,
the aroma overtook the new-car smell.
His kindness toward his family ignited a need, a desire. Although they’d been together for nearly five
years, Sylvia still gazed at him in awe. His towering height made him a pillar of raw sexuality. She
needed this man. Craved him incessantly. She wanted nothing more than to please him, to make him
happy and proud of her.
Holding his bear-paw of a hand, she splayed his long fingers to gain access to his palm. She kissed it.
The warmth of his hand matched the rising temperature in the vehicle. Sylvia wanted so much to take
off her jacket but she didn’t want to let him go. Not just yet.
When she pressed her lips against the hardened heel of his hand she heard him moan. “Sylvie. Come
on, baby.”
She licked her tongue over the bulbous base of his thumb. “I can’t help it. Being near you drives me
crazy. You know that.” She slid his thumb into her mouth then hummed, vibrating her lips around his
digit.
This hand had given her more days and nights of pleasure than with any man she’d been with before
meeting him. She ran her hand up his arm, caressing the muscles in his forearm and his bicep until she
reached his shoulder. While massaging his shoulder, she slipped his thumb from her mouth and
replaced it with his meaty index finger.
Her tongue curved around it, recognizing the calluses on his fingertip and on his knuckle. She flicked
her tongue over a hard shard of skin, closed her eyes and remembered feeling it on her sensitive
backside.
Had it actually been five years since they’d been together? No. Really it had been six years, however
they’d both agreed to only recognize the very day of her first spanking as the day they really met.
Before then, they were just pretending. He was a civil engineer by day. She was a customer service
representative in a bank. The sex had been nice. Too nice. The day before she had decided to break
off the tame relationship, Buck surprised her. After admonishing her for being late in meeting him at his
house, he demanded that she lay across his knee.
She’d laughed him off at first, thinking he’d been drinking beforehand. No way was she going to position
herself on his lap like some child and have this man spank her. But there had been something
commanding about his tone. He’d held a look in his eyes that forced her to pay attention.
Wanting to see what would happen, she’d played along, flopping herself across his legs that could have
doubled for tree trunks.
“Okay, Daddy, do your thing,” she’d said jokingly, not really thinking he would actually spank her.
The first hit shocked her. The pop against her ass cheek stung. Although it didn’t hurt, it had been
hard enough to get her attention. She’d gazed up at him, her mouth open.
“I don’t like it when you’re late,” he’d said. “It’s disrespectful and you waste my time.”
His large hand came down and smacked the same spot on her cheek again. This time she’d jumped.
“Are you crazy?” she’d asked and struggled to get off of his lap.
“Tell me, Little Darling. Why is it that you don’t value other people’s time as you do your own?” With
one hand on her back, he’d held her down and made repeated hits over both cheeks.
Pain. Even to this day, Sylvia remembered feeling the pain of each hit. Heat surged through her sore
ass until she wanted to scream in anger for him holding her down and treating her that way.
“Say it, baby. Why are you always late?”
Sylvia squeezed her eyelids closed and balled her hands into fists. If she could have curled her body
into a ball, she would. Buck had stopped spanking her. He reached down and took one hand.
“Open it, Sylvia. Release the pain.”
As though he’d willed it, she relaxed her hands then opened her eyes. She took in a couple of deep,
cleansing breaths before he continued.
“Now tell me, Little Darling. Why were you late?”
Tears pooled in her eyes until she didn’t have to blink to have them roll down her face. The attention
she’d received from this man made her realized that her life had been given to others, especially to
people at her job. When would it be her turn, she’d thought.
During the spanking she’d confessed to being selfless and under-appreciated. She’d felt invisible at
home and at work. She’d even confessed that until that moment, she didn’t think that they had had a
future. Looking back on that moment now, she couldn’t imagine giving him up.
Sylvia heard the engine rev up when she moved her mouth to his middle finger and sucked on it like she’
d done with his thumb and forefinger. If she couldn’t have him right now, she wanted to make love to his
hand. Her nipples tightened and brushed against her padded bra cups.
Keeping her eyes closed, she proceeded to lave his ring finger. Her body jerked to the side. When she
opened her eyes after realizing that the truck was slowing down, she saw that Buck had pulled off into a
wooded area.
Sylvia’s heart pounded as she listened to the crunching of the gravel underneath the heavy tires. When
the vehicle stopped in the middle of a private path, the tires no longer pulverizing the gravel, Buck
eased his hand from hers, put the truck into park and turned it off.
“Get out and bring your purse,” he commanded.
A demand like that would have made ordinary women wince, perhaps even cry, Sylvia mused to herself.
But to hear him bark the order then slam his car door when he got out, only made her feel more excited
than before. Goosebumps covered her skin as she exited the truck, shutting her door behind herself in
a less gruff manner than Buck.
When he made it around to her side of the SUV, he grabbed her hand and pulled her behind him. She
felt so infantile with him, stumbling behind his long strides like a toddler.
His white shirt made him stand out among the newly developing green leaves. The sun warmed the air
so that the jacket Sylvia now wore seemed too much. Or maybe it wasn’t so much the sun that caused
her rising body temperature but thinking about what Buck would do to her in the far depths of the vacant
woods.
Fallen dead leaves crackled under their footfalls until the sound of it and of her beating heart echoed in
her head. From the tightening of his grip, she suspected that they were getting close to stopping. At a
sudden halt, she didn’t have time to revel in her assumption.
“Drop your purse.” He pointed to the ground.
Without question, she let the strap slide down her shoulder and hit the ground with a crackly thud.
“Did I do something wrong?” she asked.
Buck stormed to her. Standing a full foot over her, he peered down. The morning sun behind his head
gave him a devilish orange glow around his normally short brown hair.
“You know what you did,” he began. “You have been a bad girl this trip to Smithfield, haven’t you?”
To be called a girl still brought Sylvia up short. She was thirty years old. Buck, although in great shape
from working out and running every day, was just eighteen years older than her. But right now she was
his little girl. And this man, her man, was her Daddy.
She nodded. “Yes.”
“You know what’s going to happen, right?”
“I need to be punished?”
He loomed over her until she backed up to a tree. Her hands reached back to hold onto the trunk. The
rough bark scraped against her palms but she couldn’t wait to continue embracing it. Not seeing a place
for Buck to sit, she knew exactly the position she would be taking in this disciplinary action.
“Yes, Little Darling. You need to be punished. But before I do so, I’m going to tell you why.” He held up
his hand and tapped each finger to tick off each offense. “First you whined about coming down to my
grandmother’s house. Then you tempted me with your mouth. And you question my decision on coming
here today because it’s our anniversary. I know what day it is. There’s no need to remind me. But you’
re being selfish and I can’t have that.”
In between heavy panting, Sylvia replied, “I’m sorry.”
“It’s too late for sorry. Turn around.”
She fought to keep from smiling but she’d been waiting to be spanked since last week. In an effort to
make the anniversary more memorable, Buck had announced that he wouldn’t be disciplining her for a
full week before to make her want it even more.
The strategy worked. Without the spanking, the attention, she felt like a part of her was missing. The
spankings had become a ritual, much like brushing her teeth or getting dressed.
Sylvia placed her hand on the trunk of the tree and waited for his next instructions. The rustling of the
downed leaves alerted her that he was on the move. Soon she felt his body pressing against hers, his
chest resting against her back and his crotch pushed against her backside.
His warm breath blew down the side of her face, caressing it like a hand. “Your choice, Little Darling.
Your hairbrush or a twig.”
Her knees nearly buckled at the whole prospect. And the idea of picking her spanking instrument left
her breathless. If she had a choice, she would rather have his bare hand.
Instead she answered, “Hairbrush.”
Buck slid down her body until he reached the ground. Opening her purse, he dug through it until he
found her wooden brush, a gift from him.
“Pull your pants down.”
Licking her tongue over her lips and without turning around to look at him, Sylvia undid her tight jeans
and wriggled them down past her backside.
“Your panties too.”
She knew they would go as well but she wanted to hear him command her to take them off. There was
something so odd in the idea of a grown woman having a man who wasn’t her father spank her like she
were his daughter. But for them it felt right.
Hooking her fingers into the sides of her white cotton panties, another one of Buck’s favorites, she slid
the garment down. Then she put her hands against the tree again and waited.
Nothing. If he wanted to keep her there forever she would wait forever. She loved him with all of her
heart and soul. Anything he wanted of her she would do.
The leaves rustled again. Her heart thumped until Sylvia felt convinced the organ would jackhammer its
way through her chest. She struggled to keep her knees locked to keep her from falling to the ground.
Then the sound stopped.
--More--