Page 27 of Tied to Trouble

“No, Az!” Mandy struggled wildly, but her struggles were useless against his superior strength. She put both her hands back to cover her buttocks, and surprisingly enough, he didn’t move them.

“Why did you come up here, Mandy? Especially after I told you to stay away from here?” He rested his hand on her upturned palms.

“I was looking for you,” she sobbed. “I felt bad about standing you up tonight, and I wanted to apologize. When I didn’t see your truck in your driveway, I thought you might have come here. Like when we were kids.”

She talked fast, hoping to stave off any more spanking of her flaming cheeks. They ached and throbbed terribly, and she was in a compromising position at the moment.

“Did you know where I was before you got out of your truck?” The question was snapped out.

“Well...no,” she confessed. “I figured you were here somewhere, though.

He began spanking her thighs just beneath her buttocks, lecturing as he spoke. “And I might have been lying dead here somewhere, or at the mercy of someone. You might have walked into a trap, or any number of things.”

“But you’re not dead,” Mandy screamed, her hands flailing in a vain effort to reach the area he was ruthlessly paddling. That sensitive area where the buttock meets the thigh was particularly painful. She tried to throw herself sideways back and forth to alleviate the steady slaps, but it was useless. It occurred to her that she might wish he were dead at that moment—anything to stop this blistering assault on her bottom.

“Yes, lucky for you,” he replied, finally pausing.

Still, he didn’t let her up, and Mandy sobbed wildly, praying he was finished. She was shocked when he began to rub her hot flesh, his palm now feeling soothing as he ran it up and down the backs of her thighs and over her tender nates.

“There was someone here earlier dumping barrels in the lake, Mandy. I tried to figure out who it was, but I forgot about the old logging road that runs over the other side of the mountain. By the time I walked over there, he was long gone.”

He continued to gently caress her buttocks and thighs while Mandy listened, not daring to speak. She caught on immediately about the barrels and shivered at the implications of the danger Az would have been in. No wonder he didn’t want her up here.

“When I was coming back across the dam and saw your truck come out at the head of the road, it hit home in an instant what could happen to you if you were in the wrong place at the wrong time. It also occurred to me that I’ve been stupid for a long time now.”

Mandy felt herself pulled up and turned to face Az, her buttocks aching and stinging as they came in contact with his denim jeans. She stared at him in the moonlight, her chest softly heaving. At least he’d lost that predatory, threatening look finally. Hopefully, he was done spanking her. The skin on her bottom felt blistered and sore. “What...what do you mean?”

Az paused when the sound of an engine assailed their ears, and he swiftly turned to look at the head of the road. “Someone’s coming,” he hissed, standing her up and yanking her shorts and panties up.

“Ouch,” she cried as the elastic from her garments scraped across her sore flesh.

“Come on, we have to get to the trucks, or the edge of the woods, and out of sight.” He grabbed her hand and pulled her across the parking lot toward the trucks.

“Damn, we would have to park so far away,” he muttered.

“We aren’t going to make it, Az,” Mandy cried as they looked around for any sign of shelter to be out of view from whoever was coming. There was nothing.

“Come on, Mandy, run,” he urged, pulling her hand harder.

Mandy tried to run, but her shorts were crooked and she was trying to adjust them. “I’m coming,” she gasped. Mags was running ahead of them, a low growl telling her that Mags recognized their panic.

“Will you stop playing with your clothes?” he growled.

The black car cleared the head of the road and began to glide silently towards them as if it were looking for prey. To Mandy, it looked like a smooth-skinned shark, gleaming and deadly, seemingly intent on cutting off their escape. She felt terror welling up in her throat. She choked back the desire to scream as she ran, desperately trying to keep up with Az’s long legs. He was half dragging her as it was, with her hand grasped firmly in his.

“We aren’t going to make it,” Az growled as the black car pulled ahead and cut in front of them, stopping between them and their trucks. Az stood still and pushed Mandy behind him as two men stepped out of the car and stared at them.

Mags stood at attention, her gaze on the newcomers. A warning growl rumbled in her chest.

“Evening, folks,” the shorter, stout driver called. He approached them as he watched Mags cautiously.

“Evening,” Az replied calmly.

“Does your dog bite?”

“Not normally.”

The driver looked relieved, and he grinned at Mags. “Can we be friends, doggie?” He cautiously held out his hand for Mags to sniff, but she ignored him. He quickly withdrew.

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