Caught in the Net (19 page)

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Authors: Breanna Hayse

Tags: #paranormal, #domestic discipline, #contemporary romance, #spanking

“I’ve already informed her that she was to start
wearing thongs so I have access to that bottom without exposing her,” Rich
grinned back.

“Good idea, however, I promise that she will defy
you.  I know her too well.  If you have a need to expose her, just remember
your purpose, not your pleasure,” Dr. Quimby said firmly.  They all turned
their heads, hearing a yell.  Running inside, they saw Michael holding his
sister firmly, rocking her as she bawled into his shoulder while holding her
trembling hand.

“Just what we thought would happen.  Okay, honey, the
shock will pass soon.  Breathe,” Scott said, joined by his friend.

“It’s okay, we’re all here.  Hurts, huh?” Dr. Quimby
said, stroking her hair.  “Try to swirl if you can.  Go on, baby.”

“Use me if you need to.  I’m here,” Rich said, taking
her from her brother.  He began to cover her lips with kisses, trying to
distract her from the pain.  Her crying subsided as she joined her lips to his
and began to image in her mind.  Rich’s kisses grew more aggressive as he
fought not to lose himself.

“We, we need to stop,” he panted, envisioning himself
plunging into her.  “Please, stop.”

“I don’t want to,” she whispered back, lost in the
integration. 

Dr. Quimby frowned, smacking her sharply on the
thigh.  “Let him go!  Samantha Anne!  Let him go now!  That is an order.”

“No, he’s mine,” she whispered huskily, hands pulling
Rich’s lips tightly against hers. 

Dr. Quimby pulled them apart.  “I know you can control
your end.  Now stop it.  And do not ever tell me ‘no’ again when I give you an
order.”

The girl shook her head, clearing her thoughts.  She
faced the floor.  “I’m sorry, Daddy.  You too, Rich.  Are you all right?”

“I need a cold shower.  Again.”

“Sorry,” she said quietly.  She looked at her father’s
frown.  “Am I in trouble?”

“Not this time, but do not let that happen again.  Is
your hand better?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Okay.  I want you to stay in tonight.  I know you
four had plans, but I want you to stay where I can monitor you.”

“I really should go home and study.  I have my finals
next week,” Jen said, holding Michael’s arm.  She hugged her new family and
asked Michael to walk her out.  He gladly did so.

“It’s a little too much to take in all at once.  I’m
sorry,” he said, touching her face. 

Jen placed her hand on his strong chin.  “I wouldn’t
trade it for anything.  Give me time; I’ll adjust.  Thank you for everything.”

“Would you like me to come over and help you study?” 
He held the door for her.

“I‘m afraid that studying would be the furthest thing
on my mind, if I was with you.  That little demonstration left me winded,” she
confessed. 

Michael leaned forward.  “It’s nothing like the real
thing,” he whispered, pressing his lips to hers.

Fireworks.  That was all she could think of.  She was
pressed against the side of her car; the only reason she was still standing. 
His lips were magical.  She was panting when he finally released her.  “Oh my
God… I, uh, I better go before I forget I’m a lady,” she whispered. 

Michael smiled.  “Will I see you later?” he asked. 

Jen forced herself to breathe normally.  “I hope so. 
I gotta concentrate on these stupid finals.”

“I could offer some incentives, if you need them.”  He
leaned through her window, kissing her lips.

“Like what?”

“Like if you pass, I’ll take you on a romantic
evening, just the two of us.  With more of this.”  He kissed her again.

Her heart pounded heavily.  “And if I don’t?” she
whispered into his neck.

Michael nibbled on her ear lobe.  “I might have to get
firm with you.  Trust me, you’d rather have the romantic evening.”

“I don’t know about that,” she whispered.  “I need
more information regarding your definition of the word ‘firm’.”

Michael pulled away, smiling.  “You little vixen.  Okay,
since you asked, I’ll tell you.  If you don’t do well, you might find yourself
lying face down across my knee getting that beautiful bottom spanked.  How
about that?”

“Hmmm, maybe I won’t study at all,” Jen answered back,
her heart racing.

“Don’t think I’m kidding.”

She touched his face.  “Don’t think I am either.  Talk
to you later, okay?”

Michael watched as she drove off.  Rich wasn't the
only one needing a cold shower.

* * * * **

Three weeks later, early in the morning, the four sat
outside on the deck waiting for Dr. Quimby and Scott to finish dressing for
their outing.  The six were going out to celebrate Jen’s success with finals. 
The older men refused to share their plans as they loaded the four into Scott’s
Hummer.

“Where are we going?” Sam asked, placing Rich’s hand
on the inside of her knee.  She trembled as his fingers gently stroked her.

“Somewhere.  Everyone have their overnight bags and a
change of clothes just in case?  Good.  Now children,” Dr. Quimby said, turning
around in his seat, as Scott started the vehicle.  “We have two rules when we
are on the road.  No fighting and no asking when we will get there.  We arrive
when we arrive.  Understand?”

Michael and Sam giggled, nodding, as Rich and Jen
whispered “yes, sir”, before looking at each other.  Within ten minutes of
driving, it began…

“Michael, get off me!  Daddy, Michael’s sitting on me
again.”

“Am not.  Stop looking at me.  Dad!  Tell her to leave
me alone!”

“Don’t touch me!”

“Stop breathing my air!”

Before Dr. Quimby could say anything, Rich and Jen joined
in.

“I need to go to the bathroom.”

“Hey!  Move over.  You’re suffocating me.”

“DO I HAVE TO STOP THIS CAR?” Scott bellowed.  The
four quieted down, giggling like six year olds. 

Dr. Quimby glanced behind him.  “Very funny.  Now all
of you behave or you’re grounded.  You too, Richard.  Don’t look so innocent.”

“Uh, oh, he called me Richard,” he whispered to Sam. 

She snickered.  “Mr. Perfect is in trouble.  Hah hah.”

“And you are going to get a sound spanking if you
don’t calm down,” Rich whispered loudly.  Jen glanced his way, eyes wide.  He
winked at her.  “You too, if you don’t behave.”

“You wouldn’t dare!” she hissed. 

Michael put his arm around her shoulders.  “Don’t
count on that.  If he doesn’t, I might.  So be good,” he teased. 

Jen nuzzled his neck.  “Yeah, but I might just let
you.” 

Michael kissed her temple.  “Let me?  Baby doll, I do
what I want.  And keep laughing.  We’ll see where that goes,” he teased back.

“When are we going to get there?” Sam asked as her
brother and Rich smashed her between them.  Scott looked in the rear view
mirror.

“That’s one.”

She could tell he wasn't angry.  She put her chin on
the front seat.  “When did you learn how to count, Uncle Scott?”  She grinned. 
He raised two fingers.  “Oh, isn’t that the peace sign?  I love you…” she
giggled.

“That’s three.  Sit back.”

“And after three comes… Four!  That’s a smart boy.”

“You are so getting it when we get home, Little
Miss.”  Scott grinned good-naturedly.  He pulled the car into the airport
parking lot. 

Sam started hopping up and down.  “I wanna fly!”

“No.  Period.  Michael, Rich, please enforce your
authority.  We’ll be right back.” Dr. Quimby said, leaving with Scott to check
in. 

Michael elbowed his sister.  “You’re gonna get it when
we come home!” he repeated Scott's words light-heartedly. 

Jen rested her chin on his arm.  “I want some too.”

Rich rolled his eyes.  “I don’t think you want what
she’s gonna get, Jennifer.”

“Quite the contrary, I think she does.”  Michael
wrapped his arm around the girl’s neck, kissing her lips quickly.  “I might
have to oblige.”

“Promises, promises,” Jen sighed. 

Michael raised his eyebrow, eyes shining.  “Hmmm, I
can hear a challenge coming on.  Sis, would you like to share with your friend
here about how I handle challenges?”

“He always wins.  Just don’t really get into trouble
with him, he’s mean.”

“I’m not mean.  I’m fair.  What has gotten into you
girls today, anyway?  You’re both feeling your oats.”

“I don’t know about Jen, but I’m hornier than hell,”
Sam stated bluntly, rubbing up next to Rich.

He sighed.  “You’re not helping me.  I have this image
in my mind of Scott giving you what for and it’s getting me worked up.  Will
you please behave?”

“ ‘What for’?” Jen asked, feigning innocence.  So far,
neither of the boys knew of her knowledge.  Rich sighed, looking at Michael.

He shrugged in return.  “Jennifer, darling, my dear,
sweet 18 year old sister still requires frequent ass warmings to keep out of
trouble.  Rich’s earlier threat was not without merit.  Rest assured, Scott
will remember her tonight when we get home.”

“She was just playing.”

“Scott knows that.  So will he.  Only, his play isn’t
always painless.  You forgot about that, sis.  Didn’t you?”

“Are you going to tell Jen that she’s going to be
participating in your kinky lifestyle, too?  Hmm, Mr. Know-it-all?”

“Somehow I don’t get the impression she would mind. 
Am I right?” Michael asked, looking down into her warm, brown eyes. 

She melted against him, lost in his gaze.  “You can do
whatever you want with me.  I won’t complain.”  She smiled seductively.

“You’ve got yourself a wild one there, Mike,” Rich
chuckled. 

Michael nodded.  “I think you are correct.  How long
do you think it will be before she changes her mind?”

“Oh, I’ll give it one time.  Then she’ll come crying
to her big brother,” Rich teased. 

Jen stuck her tongue out at him.  “Like hell I will.”

“Michael, Jen’s swearing,” Sam giggled, trapped in
Rich’s arms. 

Michael shook his finger at Jen.  “That’s one.”

“Do all physicists know how to count in whole
numbers?  I thought you guys were limited to integrals.”

“That’s two.”

“And one for me, Mike,” Rich added.  Sam giggled,
hiding her face in Rich’s side.  She loved watching her brother get picked on
by someone else for once.

Jen smiled sweetly.  “I’ll wait for later to see if we
get to the next number, okay?  Here’s come your dad.”

“All right, let’s get on board.  NO!  One more time
and you know what will happen.  I don’t care who’s watching,” he warned his
daughter.  He was serious.

“Sorry, Daddy.”

They climbed on board a private jet and waited for
Scott to join them.  Jen clutched Michael’s hand with excitement.  “I’ve never
flown in anything like this before!  Wow!”

“Sit down here next to me.  This way we can make out
without anyone watching,” Michael whispered, gesturing to a seat that faced the
windows. 

Rich sat next to Sam, hand on her knee.  “This is
incredible, Doc.  Another perk?”

“We have many.  Here comes Scott.  Everything set, old
man?”

“Yepper.  No more trouble, right, little girl?”

“I love you, Uncle Scott.”

“I love you too.  Rich, don’t let that sweet face fool
you.  She’s a gremlin.”

The plane took off shortly afterwards and began its
ascent.  Michael watched out the window.  “I know where we’re going.  Cool!”

“Where, Mike?” Jen and Sam asked at the same time. 

“You’ll see soon enough.  You guys did well.  Thanks,”
he said to his parents, who just smiled.  The plane continued its journey up
the coast.  Three hours later, it started to land.

“OH!  The summer house!” Sam shrieked, pressing her
face against the glass.

“Where are we?” Rich asked, looking out the window.

“In Vancouver.  We have a vacation house up here.  We
thought you guys might like spending the weekend here,” Scott stated, catching
his niece as she pounced on his lap to hug him.

“I only brought what you told me to.  Oh no,” Jen
said.

“You need to stop worrying and start having some fun,
little lady.  If you need anything, we’ll take care of it.  Let’s get out of
here before my niece hurts me,” Scott ordered.  There was a SUV waiting for
them at the terminal.

“I’ll drive.  You take care of the children,” Dr.
Quimby announced, holding the door open for the girls to get in. 

“I’m squished,” Sam said, stuck between Rich and Jen.

“Me, too.”  Jen giggled, feeling Michael’s knee rub
hers. 

Scott turned around.  “Both of you will go across my
knee if I hear one more word.  Got it?”

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