Josie wasn't too good at domestic chores or taking orders. Her father had tried to teach her some discipline but as a teenager she had rebelled. So here she was a wanderer in search of something, not knowing what. She had been moving from place to place, living frugally, and slowly spending the inheritance.
Somehow she had taken to Pete so moved in, with meagre possessions, but with a load of personal baggage.
He didn't expect much or demand much, so just this once let herself be organised. Between them they had the house clean and tidy and she was ready to play another game.
Pete had a military father too but he had taken on board a sense of duty and discipline. Hence the scrubbed quarters and his demand that she not leave her clothes scattered across the bedroom floor. In a sulk Josie had collected all her clothes up and threw them into the washer only to realise there was nothing left to wear.
"Women always complain they've got nothing to wear though I must admit I've never known a woman travel so light. It's your fault the new dress is messed up, you dragged me into the back of the van, remember?" he reminded her, with a chuckle.
He liked the way she pouted when not getting her own way. He was teasing and she knew it but played along anyway.
"I won't wear it out for damn sake; I need it till my clothes are dry. It's the only one of yours that fits," she said. It looked as though she were going to stamp a foot in frustration.
"That is a special souvenir, a Rolling Stone concert no less. You're not wearing it!" he warned, with a loaded finger, aimed right at her. He looked at it knowing he would never be able to get into the old t-shirt again but this was a cherished reminder of a carefree youth.
"I can't go around naked!" she complained. Seeing the look of devilment on his face she realised why he was being so stubborn. It may have been a treasured item but there was more than an old t-shirt on his mind. "Here, keep your damn t-shirt," she said, throwing it at him and stomping off to the kitchen.
She didn't want him to see the cheeky grin developing on her face, not wanting him to realise she was ready to give in. If it was a game he was planning she wanted in as his games tended to end up real nice. She giggled then quickly calmed herself ready to confront him.
"I guess the machine won't take much longer. Are there any more chores or shall we eat?" Josie asked. She was nonchalantly walking around the house naked; watching him out of the corner of an eye, trying to catch what he was up to. Was this it? Did he just want her on display? This was no fun!
He was comfortably settled in front of the television which didn't suit her expectations at all. She brought him a beer and walked in front of the T.V. to deliver it. Her patience was running low. She bowed over him presenting a pair of small breasts almost thrusting them at him. Turning around she bent over a small table and backed up toward him with it. In that position she was showing off a pair of delicious lips squashed between tight thighs.
"You can park it here," she said. Her tone of voice was still matter of fact though she was becoming frustrated from being ignored.
"Here?" he said. She squealed in surprise as he pushed the ice cold can into her crotch. Already strung out from the waiting game she jumped with fright. While she was caught off guard he pulled her onto his lap and slapped her ass.
"That's for being a naughty tease," he laughed. "This is for being impatient," he said, as he slapped her again. She was laughing and struggling, out of breath or breathing hard from arousal. He knew if she really did want to get free there was no stopping her. She could hit out hard and wrestle with skill if she had a mind to.
Pete knew she was in the mood to play, expecting him to come up with something new, but he needed to slow her down. She had a tendency to get carried away while he wanted to make it last.
"You're a naughty vixen and need to learn some discipline," he told her.
"You told me that before," she returned. Remembering his words from the night they met led onto what happened next day. Being run out of town by the cops wasn't such a big deal but it hit home. She was drifting and not far off a lee shore, as her father would have warned.
"You think you're the one to teach me?" she teased.
He slapped her bottom, harder this time. "Don't you ever do as you're told?" he asked.
It stung but she held back the yelp. She didn't like this kind of game but got the sense he was just experimenting too. 'OK,' she thought, 'Let's see where we go, after all, every journey is an adventure.'
"Sorry sir, I'll be a good little girl, please don't spank me," she pleaded, contriving a little remorseful voice as best she could.
Pete slid her off his knees onto the floor at his feet. "Go stand in the corner and don't move," he ordered. He wanted to laugh at her girly act for it was so unlike her but didn't want to spoil the atmosphere. He knew it wouldn't last long as impatience would soon have her stomping around in frustrated irritation.
He strode to the bedroom to set things up then quickly to the bathroom. Back in the lounge he told her, "Stop fidgeting. Is your ass sore? Just come over here," he told her, knowing she wouldn't admit her red cheeks were tender.
She stood before him naked, swinging her hips with hands clasped behind her back. The innocent expression on her face didn't work. She was sticking out her breasts at him then swinging her pussy forward. The temptress was working on him, so he had to slow her down, and demonstrate he was the boss.
Pete didn't plan on becoming too worked up before he had a chance to work on her. He wanted to heat her up and push her a little further toward what he wanted. Unsure as to the direction he nevertheless wanted to try something out. Try something, hell he wanted to try everything! She was a beautiful sexy young woman and a chance like this only came along once in a life time.
They only had to be in the same room together for sexual tension to have them both excited, badly needing sex. He also knew she would become bored with plain ordinary fucking, so it was important to quickly find out what would keep her interest. He had already found out she had an exhibitionist streak so would build upon it.
He pulled her down over his knee and she shrieked in keeping with the act. This time he rubbed her sore bottom with ointment. "Is that better?" he asked.
"Thank you, sir. Thank you for soothing my bottom. Thank you for punishing your naughty girl. Your naughty girl needs to learn discipline, sir" she said in the little voice, trying not to giggle. If she had known it annoyed him she would have put more effort into it.
One hand massaged her back and shoulders while fingers teased her sex. Just missing her lips he rubbed the grease around her pussy and over her sore bottom. When she started to suck in air loudly through an open mouth and nose, it revealed how turned on she was. She was becoming more pliable. His fingers slipped between her cheeks over her asshole.
