Page 6 of Mason: His to Convince

Mason actually had the gall to laugh. “Oh my poor baby, you really have no idea do you?” And with that Mason began to truly spank her. Over and over, up and down until he had covered her entire backside several times. The heat coming off her cheeks was incredible and he wished he had taken down her jeans and panties so he could better judge their condition.

Rebecca screamed and cried fit to shake the house down. When he angled the last ten smacks to catch the underside of her cheeks she gave up and sobbed over his lap unable to fight any longer.

Mason rested his hand on her bottom but didn’t rub away any of his work. He wanted her to feel this. Finally, after what probably seemed like hours to Rebecca, he helped her up and settled her on his lap, softly rubbing her back and offering what comfort he could.

Rebecca sobbed into his neck occasionally wiping her tears and blowing her nose on the hankie he provided. She would have liked to try and rub away the sting but she wasn’t sure she could even touch her poor throbbing bottom.

“Mason, do you hate me?” she whispered, struggling to control her tears.

“Oh honey, I adore you, you know that,” he told her looking into her green watery eyes.

“Then why would you, you know…?” she asked her chin quivering.

“Spank you? Because I do adore you and I couldn’t live with myself if anything happened to you. That’s why I need you to take better care of yourself. I hate to bring this up but you need to know that the next time you won’t have the added protection of your jeans and panties. It will be on your bare bottom.”

“Geesh, they didn’t feel like any protection on my end, literally.”

“I’m sure they didn’t but they were, and if I didn’t need to get out of here so you can get some much needed rest, your nose would be poked right into that corner over there,” he told her firmly, pointing to the corner of the dining room.

Not likely Rebecca thought tearing herself from the comfort of Mason’s arms and pulling him to his feet.

“I think you’re right. I do need to get some rest,” she told him crisply, tugging him to the front door. She was still trying to wrap her head around everything that had happened. “I want to thank you for a truly exceptional evening, one I hope I’ll never have the misfortune of repeating,” she told him. “Good night Mason.”

Mason allowed himself to be pushed steadily out the door but before she could slam it shut he reached for her with a determined glint in his eyes. Wrapping one arm tightly around her waist, he tugged softly on her pony tail tipping her chin up. His lips descended catching her open mouth gently, hot tongue swirling persuasively over hers. She tried to fight him, giving him a swift kick that only succeeded in hurting her bare toes and then she fought herself.

The effect of his kiss was drugging. As mad as she was at him, she was even angrier at herself as her body turned traitor and caught his fire. Arms that had been pinned between them were now clutching handfuls of his soft shirt. Her breasts under the thin tee shirt seemed to swell, seeking closer contact on theirown. The friction of their tongues waged their own battle and she sagged against him giving over to his expertise.

Her surrender had a sobering effect on Mason. Knowing he had to stop now or carry her back into the house, he quickly released her. Putting his hands on her shoulders he steadied her against the door frame,

“Don’t bother to thank me for tonight honey, the pleasure was all mine,” he told her grinning, trying to lighten the charged atmosphere.

By the time his comment registered and she took a half-hearted swing at him he was already sprinting to the truck.

* * *

The ringing of the phone woke Rebecca the next morning. Sunlight poured through the white Pricilla’s blinding her as she groped for the phone on the nightstand. The cherry four poster bed seemed very wide and finally shoving back the heavy white comforter she was able to grasp it and drag it to her ear.

“Hello,” she groaned sleepily.

“Hi,” a deep voice replied. “Still mad at me?”

“Yes, did you doubt it?”

“Well actually I hoped you’d calmed down last night and taken advantage of my humble offerings. I thought maybe some real food would have mellowed you.”

Hearing the amusement in his voice she said, “There’s not a humble bone in your body.”

“Okay then, would you settle for remorseful?”

Stretching she snuggled back under the covers, turning on her side to take the pressure off her still tender bottom. “I’d settle for a chance to get even but I don’t think it’s possible, but I am glad you’re sorry you spanked me.”

“Oh never that honey,” Mason laughed. “I’m sorry you misunderstood and didn’t get your fancy dinner, especially after you dressed so prettily for me. No, I can think of a few times I let you get away with plenty. Last night was mild in comparison.”

“I guess it’s all in how you look at things,” she grouched back, still trying to come fully awake. “I can’t guess why I’m even talking to you.”

“Probably because of my charm, good looks and sense of humor. That and the fact that you’re dying for me to take you out for a real dinner.”

“Not a chance buddy,” she laughed now. “I’d sooner eat worms. I trust you about as far as I can throw you. You won’t lure me into one of your traps again.”