by India Heath
"Trespassing is a criminal offence."
Cathy nearly leapt ten feet in the air when the smooth, deep voice suddenly whispered in her left ear. She gasped in fright and spun around to see... no-one! There was no-one there. Had that masculine drawl been the voice of her own guilty conscience? She shook her head and tutted. "Get a grip, Cath. Just collect the apples and get out of here, girl." She reached for another piece of fruit from the low hanging branch and put it in her bag.
"And so is theft."
This time the voice whispered in her right ear... and she could almost feel a cool breath bathe her lobe. She turned again in fear. "Who is that?" she demanded when, once again, there was no sign of anyone behind her.
"Leave my garden... now!"
Cathy frowned. Irritation was swiftly overtaking her initial fright. This was no-one's garden... not any more. The house that joined the rear of her own property had been empty for over twenty years. At least that's what the estate agent had told Cathy during her initial viewing.
"Look... if you have a problem with my being here then at least have the guts to come out and face me," she challenged. She watched for any signs of movement amongst the nearby fruit trees and sprawling blackberry bushes but all was eerily still. In the end she shrugged dismissively and turned back towards her intended bounty.
"Steal one more apple, young lady, and you will find yourself so far over my knee, you will be counting blades of grass as I spank your bare bottom."
Very deliberately, Cathy plucked the biggest apple she could reach from the tree, as hot angry colour suffused her cheeks. Then she spun on her heel again with the intent of seeking out and confronting the annoying man who dared to threaten her. "Oomph!" Her nose collided full tilt with a solid wall of masculine chest... so muscled that the impact made her eyes water.
"I only give one warning, little girl. It was foolhardy of you to ignore it."
Cathy looked up into the darkest, most hypnotic pair of eyes she had ever seen. "Where the fuck did you spring from?" She hadn't heard his approach, hadn't sensed his presence so close behind her, at all... it were as though he had appeared out of thin air.
"It seems we can add foul language to your rapidly growing list of transgressions."
Cathy's mouth fell open in awe. He was beautiful, there was no other word for it. From the dark sweep of his jet black hair, to his square chiselled jaw... he was truly beautiful. But he was also very large and intimidating. Cathy took a small step backwards.
"Wh...who are you?" she stammered, dropping her precious horde of apples to the ground.
"A man who does not tolerate misbehaviour."
"I was just picking apples... for a pie," she explained, folding her arms defensively. "Not that it's any of your damn business."
One dark eyebrow rose as the stranger gave Cathy what can best be described as 'the look'! Cathy bit her lower lip.
"You're invading my privacy, trespassing on my land and stealing my fruit... I'd say that makes it very much my business... wouldn't you, infant?"
The term 'infant' bristled Cathy's pride. "I'm 22 years old, hardly a child."
He smiled, as though truly amused. "A mere babe in my eyes. But, as you say, not a child and therefore old enough to know that what you are doing is wrong."
Cathy chose to ignore the truth in his words and instead changed the subject. "Have you just bought this place?"
He shook his head. "I have lived here for... many, many years."
"Liar," Cathy snapped, her temper rising. "No-one lives here."
Any residue of humour now vanished from his face as his eyes turned midnight black. "Your rudeness has just earned you an extra dozen smacks."
"How dare you threaten me. This is no more your garden than it is mine," Cathy shouted. "Now get lost before I call the police and tell them there's a weirdo on the loose."
"Call the authorities, child," he invited. "They will not find me if I do not wish to be found. And I'm sure that even in today's very liberal world, the police still take a dim view of stealing."
Cathy stamped her foot. "I am not bloody stealing! It's just a few goddam apples."
The stranger sighed and shook his head. "It seems to me that you are in urgent need of a lesson in manners and respect. It will be my pleasure to provide that lesson."
Cathy retreated another step and found herself backed up against the apple tree with no escape. She wasn't sure whether to scream or plead. In the end neither of those options particularly appealed to her. Despite being convinced the stranger was a total fruitcake, the sudden butterflies in the pit of her stomach were stirrings of arousal. He was too handsome to be scary and too charismatic to ignore. His gaze found hers and held her transfixed as he approached with silent steps and scooped her up with one strong arm. Cathy found herself hanging upside down and lodged against a hip as the stranger carried her over to a moss-covered stone bench where he sat and effortlessly turned her over his lap.
Cathy was upside down, with her nose so close to the ground that she watched while an ant weaved its way around the fallen leaves. It was only when she felt her skirt being lifted that the trance-like state evaporated and the panic set in. Frantic, she began to struggle and twist to get free.
"Let me go! You can't do this to me. Let me up, right now, you bastard."
Try as she might she could not escape the steel hold of the arm around her waist. Muscled thighs pressed against her stomach and cold fingers plucked at her panties, lifting them away from her pert bottom and slowly easing them down. Cathy squealed and squeezed her eyes shut in humiliation as the scrap of white cotton traced the contours of her curves on its slow teasing journey to her knees. She knew he was studying her bare behind... could almost feel that mesmerising gaze drinking in the sight of her naked pale flesh.
"Hush," he breathed and despite her turmoil the fight drained out of her and she lay still and accepting over his knee. If anything she pushed her bottom up, inviting the attention of his open palm. The first spank landed in the centre of her bottom, jerking her forward, grinding her sex against his thigh and sending a wave of lust coursing through her body. She gasped and pushed her bottom out for the next slap. It was a punishment, she knew that, but her mind was betraying her body... finding pleasure when she should be reacting with pain. His palm was cold and unforgiving as it landed with harsh accuracy on her vulnerable behind. Slap after slap fell in a steady rhythm, turning her bare bottom from creamy white to a hot blazing red. As the heat built, the fire increased in her loins but, in the end, even that could not detract from the pain engulfing her abused rear.
"Stop," she begged, reaching back to shield her bare bottom. "It hurts... please... stop."
He captured her hand and pinned it into the small of her back before tilting her forward even more and raising his right leg to lift her bottom higher.
"I have not heard a 'sorry' yet, infant."
He continued to spank, catching her fleshy sit spots and the tops of her thighs. Cathy began to peddle her legs, causing her panties to fall to her ankles. Once there, they became manacles, restricting her attempts to escape the blows. She was glad when she had at last kicked free of them completely and she was at liberty to wriggle and twist in earnest. She didn't care that her kicking exposed her sex or tight little butt-hole. She didn't care that his spanks had reduced her to a squirming child with no dignity or modesty at all. She just wanted him to stop.
"Okay, I'm sorry," she cried with a sob of surrender. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Please... just stop."
His punishing hand finally stilled and rested against Cathy's sore bottom. Even now, after creating an inferno in her behind, his palm remained as cold as stone. Its coolness was a soothing balm against her sore flesh and she wriggled slightly, encouraging him to move his hand and further ease the burn. He ignored her silent appeal.
"Well done, infant," he praised. "Now we just have the final dozen for rudeness to deal with."
"No!" Cathy gasped. "No more. My bottom really hurts already."
"I've no doubt it does," he replied, unsympathetically. "But I promised you an extra dozen and I am a man of my word. I expect you to lie still and accept these without any more fuss. Behave like a lady and afterwards I will release you and you may go. Struggle and moan like a brat and I will have you stood with your nose against a tree, hands on head and bare bottom on display for at least 20 minutes. Am I understood?"
He didn't wait for a reply. Instead he raised his hand and brought it crashing down on Cathy's right buttock. She wanted to behave stoically, really she did. She wanted to show this overbearing bastard that she wasn't the child he kept calling her. But her tender bottom was just too sore to take the extra smacks without protest. By the third slap she was twisting and moaning and by the eighth she was scissoring her legs and sobbing for mercy. At twelve he stopped and stood her back on wobbly legs.
He sighed wearily and shook his head. "Corner time, infant."
Cathy cuffed her tears and looked up at him with trembling defiance. "I don't want to."
He said nothing, merely took a hold of her ear and marched her over to the, now hateful, apple tree. He placed her hands on top of her head and tucked her skirt into her t-shirt, exposing her scarlet bottom. "Twenty minutes, then you may leave."
Cathy wanted to turn and openly defy the command but found that, as hard as she might try, her legs just would not move an inch. Even her hands seemed pinned to her head by an invisible force. It were as though she were paralysed.
"I can't move," she whispered in a mixture of confusion and fear.
She heard a chuckle. "Fear not, child, in twenty minutes I shall release you."
Cathy stood staring at the dark, patterned bark of the tree trunk for what seemed like an eternity but was, she didn't doubt, exactly twenty minutes. She could feel his black-eyed gaze upon her bare bottom. He was there watching her discomfort and shame... a witness to the fact that she wasn't too big to have her bottom smacked. He didn't speak but his amusement was palpable. Finally the silence was broken.
"You may put your panties back on now, infant, and go back over the wall. But should you ever again enter my garden uninvited, I will not hesitate to put you back over my knee. I hope we are clear on this?"
Instantly Cathy was free from the hypnotic paralysis that had had her nose glued to the tree. She spun around, intent on giving the stranger a final look of defiance but found herself quite alone. He had gone... as swiftly and as silently as he had appeared. Cathy rubbed her bottom knowing the tender soreness in her cheeks was proof that she wasn't going completely mad. He had been there. He had spanked her.
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