The full moon lit up the clear night, making it a perfect evening for a quick jog. Taylor had had a great, yet exhausting day with Mandy, but she needed to feel the air hit her face as her feet pounded against the ground. She needed a release.
Jason was still downstairs, awake. Did the man ever sleep? Taylor waited for as long as she could, but had no choice but to plan her escape now before fatigue took over. She knew that going for a run was out of the question, per his rules. And a night run would even be worse in his eyes, but Taylor did not care. She would sneak out of the house like a teenager trying to meet up with her secret boyfriend.
Taylor threw back the bed covers and pulled off the cotton sheets. She started to knot the bed linens into a makeshift rope she would use to climb out the window. Throwing her leg over the pane, she found her first footing. Holding onto the ledge, she backed out of the window and placed her second foot onto the lattice that held all the beautiful yellow roses. With her full weight on the framework, she could feel the wood break away from the house and begin to sway. Moving as quickly as she could, she descended down the knotted sheets, using the wooden lattice to aid in her escape. Every thorn of every rose pierced and scraped her arms and legs with each move downward. If she had not hated roses before, after tonight she would never want to see, or smell, another for as long as she lived.
Inches before reaching the bottom, the sheets broke loose and she fell the remaining distance, landing square on her bottom. The thud, and her own squeal, did little for her covert operation. She stood up and brushed the petals, thorns, and dust from her body, praying Jason had not heard a thing.
Taylor started as a deep voice called from the shadows, "What in the hell are you doing?" Jason emerged from the darkness, anger painting his face. "Are you crazy? You could have broken your neck!"
Taylor's heart skipped a beat. "I...I uh...I wanted to go for a run. I knew you wouldn't allow it...and uh...well..." She knew how stupid her idea seemed. And after her little misadventure, Taylor could not help but be embarrassed by her poor use of judgment.
"You've got one minute to march your ass back into that house," Jason commanded.
The demand attacked every ounce of feminism and woman power Taylor had in her. Them were fighting words. "I will not! I will go on my jog just as I planned." Even though Taylor's body stung and ached from her climb and fall, she was not going to let this man win.
"Wrong. You will turn your little butt around and get inside before I do it for you."
"You're not the boss of me!" she yelled, her arms folded over her chest and her lips in a pout. Taylor knew she was acting like a spoiled brat, but she could not help it.
"You've got five seconds," he warned.
Taylor stood her ground, shooting daggers from her dark green eyes.
"Five, four, three, two, one. Time's up."
He started for her with two big strides. Taylor tried to back away with no avail. Jason picked her up and threw her over his shoulder with very little effort.
"Put me down now!" she said, trying to kick and punch her way free.
Jason swatted her ass, causing a yelp to escape Taylor's lips. Jason continued to spank her bottom as he made his way toward the house. She continued to pummel him with her fists, only to have them bounce off his muscled back. Each punch warranted another spank from him. With her bottom high in the air, Taylor was at Jason's mercy. Even though she fought, her desire grew with each swat of his hand. The spanking was infuriating...and yet, was erotic at the same time.
"How dare you hit me?" she screamed.
Jason spanked her three more times before saying, "I'm not hitting you. I'm giving you a good ol' fashion spanking." He made his way through the front door and sat down on the kitchen chair, slinging Taylor's body across his lap. Without pause, Jason continued to place swats all over Taylor's now-burning backside. With her face inches from the ground, Taylor did everything in her power to kick and fight her way free, but Jason's strength won over.
"Stop! Stop...Okay, I'm sorry," she pleaded.
"Not until I'm sure you will never do something so foolish, reckless, and dangerous again." Jason swatted her behind as he spoke.
"I won't! I know what I did was stupid. You don't need to spank me for me to know that!"
The spanking continued, leaving Taylor breathless with sexual hunger. The sting was like electricity, that went straight to her inner core. She had no choice but to succumb to the punishment. Closing her eyes, she flinched with each spank, but no longer put up a fight. The surrender was like nothing she could have ever imagined. It felt right, natural, and damn if it didn't feel good.
"Just know that if you ever do something that puts your life at risk again, I'll give you a spanking that won't allow you to sit for days." Jason gave her one final swat to emphasize his point.
Taylor was released from his grip and stood up, trying to rub the sting from her backside. She pushed back some loose curls that covered her face, and blood dripped from her fingers.
Jason shot out of his seat and grabbed her bloody hand. "You're hurt."
Taylor smirked. "No kidding, cowboy. You just spanked me. Was that suppose to feel good?" she sulked.
He gently grabbed her other hand and ran his fingers along the scrapes and puncture wounds caused from the thorny trellis descent. He scanned her body, taking notice of all the injuries along her arms and legs as well.
"Sit down," he softly directed. His anger seemed to have vanished.
Taylor had no desire to argue, in fear that she would land back over his knee, even though a secret part of her wanted that again.
Jason walked over to a drawer, pulling out a first aid kit.
As he made his way back to the table, he shook his head. "I can't believe you did something so stupid."
Taylor just sat in silence. She had no good excuse and all the spit and vinegar had left her body.
Gradually he began to remove the thorns from her hands, working his way up each arm and down each leg. Taylor was stunned by how gentle his strong hands could be. Each touch was warm and soft.
"I'm not hurting you, am I?" He did not look up as his eyes focused intently on each thorn.
Taylor could not help but huff. "You weren't concerned about that when you were spanking me."
Jason continued to remove the thorns, never making eye contact. "You had that coming."
"A spanking? You think I had a spanking coming? You can't be serious."
Jason plucked the last thorn out of Taylor's body. "I am. And there will be more where that came from if you don't behave." He ran his fingers along her arms, her legs and then her hands tenderly. "I think I got them all out. Can you feel anymore?"
Taylor's head spun with all the different sensations coursing through her. Her body stung from all the thorns and scrapes. Her ass burned from the spanking, and her inner core throbbed with desire. She wanted more. She wanted more of Jason's touch...whichever way he chose to give it.
"No, I think you got them all. Thank you."
Jason applied some ointment on the bigger scrapes and placed some bandages on the ones that were still bleeding.
"You're welcome." He packed up the first aid kit and made his way to the stairs. "Come on, let's go to bed."
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