Chapter III -- Crime and Punishment
Tommy stayed at Jill's Monday night. They did manage to sleep, but only intermittently, and only when they were too tired from making love.
They woke early Tuesday morning and snuggled in each other's arms until Jill had to get ready for work. She left the bathroom door open as she showered, while Tommy lay in bed propped up by the pillows and watched, her body not quite clearly visible through the frosted shower door. He watched her step out of the shower and towel herself off. And he watched in silence as she laid out her clothes for the day and got dressed.
Before she left, she sat beside him on the bed and they kissed, their tongues dancing in each others mouths. Jill gently pushed him away. "I've got to go. Stay as long as you like. There's a spare key by the kitchen phone. I'll be home by 5:15. Will I see you then?"
"I'll be here," Tommy replied. "Don't be late."
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That day, Jill couldn't get Tommy off her mind. She still didn't know exactly what it was about him that got to her so. But she did know that she wanted him, and she knew that it excited her to be with someone younger. It seemed to bring out the slut in her, and she liked that.
For his part, Tommy couldn't get Jill off his mind either. She was an intelligent, successful and sexy woman. She was so much more than the airheads he went to school with. There were no games with Jill. She knew just what she wanted. And what she wanted was sex. If there was some risk involved, that was okay. So far, there didn't seem to be any limits with her. And there were suggestions of more to come.
Tommy got back to Jill's house about 5 o'clock that afternoon. He relaxed on the sofa as he waited for her. By 7 o'clock she still hadn't arrived home. Tommy thought that was a little funny, especially since she hadn't called to let him know, but he shrugged it off as no big deal. After all, it wasn't as if he was her father or anything.
She finally rolled in around 7:30. She had obviously been drinking. She explained that she'd had a late afternoon business meeting with a major client and afterwards they all went to happy hour. She was sorry, but she just hadn't been able to call.
Tommy actually had no problem at all with her explanation. After all, here she was, looking as good as ever, with a hint of horniness in her eyes. But his mind was working in another direction. Perhaps a little punishment might make the evening more interesting, he thought.
"I'm sorry, Jill, but your explanation is unacceptable. You kept me waiting for over 2 hours. The least you could have done is call."
"Jeez, Tommy. What's up with you?" she responded bluntly, not yet catching on to the game. "Lighten up a little."
"No, Jill. What you did was rude and selfish, and you need to be punished," he said, rising from the kitchen table where he had been sitting. "Now go stand in the corner while I decide on your punishment," he growled, doing his best to look the part of the stern taskmaster.
She looked at him intently, not quite certain what was going on. She opened her mouth to speak, but he cut her off. "Move," he said. "It will only get worse if you delay.
She lowered her head. "Yes, sir," she responded meekly as she assumed her position in the corner. She was fairly certain that Tommy was just playing around. What the hell, she thought, she might as well play along. She stood there several minutes, waiting, waiting for him to say something.
"Tommy," she said quietly after a time. There was no Response. "Please, sir," she tried.
"That's better. What do you want?" he responded roughly.
So that's how he wants it. Okay, she could do that. "May I go to the bathroom, sir? I have to pee."
Tommy grinned to himself at the submissive nature of her request. "Are you sure you're not just trying to get out of the corner?" he responded.
"Oh, no, sir. I had several beers earlier. I really need to pee."
