Fresh Start (MrMarks & FLN826)
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				Title: <strong>Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>12-04-2010, 03:37:53</strong>
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				"There has to be something you can do"<br><br>"Megan, as I've already explained to you, your mothers will was very specific. She named your stepfather as your legal guardian in her will. I cannot draw up the paperwork to emancipate you for the provisions were clear, if you leave his care, or if he turns his back on the&nbsp; responsibilities, the bulk of her estate goes to charity. I know you don't want that, be smart now, its only a couple of more years&nbsp; that you 'have' to live in that house, you're just going to have to work it out"<br><br>"Thanks for nothing then"<br><br>Megan all but stormed out of the lawyers office after he'd gone over the terms of the will in more detail. She had heard all of this before at the reading of the will, but at the time she was too much in shock and consumed with grief to have paid too much attention. She didn't imagine that Jack was any more thrilled with the arrangement than she was. Perhaps she could appeal to his more logical side and they could reach an agreement, afterall, how thrilled could he have been having to keep her around anyway? He was always going off on how he disapproved of her clothes, her friends, her attitude in general and wasn't shy about saying it. <br><br>It wasn't that Megan hated the man, it wasn't even that she disliked him, he'd been a good husband to her mother and if she were honest, he'd been good to her as well. But she was seventeen now and she didn't need a guardian and she certainly didn't care for the way the money was being held over her head. Living with him for the next couple of years wouldn't have been so bad if he wasn't always on her case for this or that. She knew that it was her mothers interference that had saved her from his temper when he felt she'd stepped out of line, in fact she remembered a fight or two they'd had over it, in the end, her mothers word was law since she was her daughter, not his. Now that her mother was gone, she had no idea how things were going to go, but she didn't envision a smooth road. <br><br>She glanced at her watch as she left the building noting that it was coming close to the end of the school day. The appointment with the lawyer was more important to her than anything in class anyway. She didn't give it too much thought as she headed home, a bit dejected from the outcome.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Marks</strong> on <strong>12-04-2010, 12:49:26</strong>
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				Jack swilled the whisky around the crystal tumbler and stared moodily out of the window.&nbsp; <br><br>A few weeks had passed since his wife's death but the pain was still there.&nbsp; He was hurting and although the whisky had taken the edge off it, he knew he'd have to get blind drunk to forget it altogether.<br><br>He picked up a photograph of his wife, her arms wrapped around her daughter Megan.<br>He sighed- he'd loved his wife but she'd been far to soft on Megan.&nbsp; Guilt about the divorce and competition for affection between her and her ex husband had made her soft.&nbsp; He'd understood that but he also knew that Megan needed straightening out.&nbsp; She was a young woman now and yet behaved like a selfish brat.&nbsp; <br><br>She needed to be shaped- to be controlled- brought to heel.&nbsp; She needed to learn how things were now that her mother was dead.&nbsp; <br>He tried to ignore how pretty she was, how often she crept into his fantasies and how much he wanted to be more than her guardian.<br>He told himself that it was concern for her welfare he felt, not a selfish desire to control her.<br><br>Today she'd skipped school.&nbsp; He knew because the school had phoned him- to ask why she hadn't attended.<br><br>He swallowed the rest of the whisky and set the glass down on the table.&nbsp; Inhaling sharply as the strong drink seared his throat he glanced at the photograph of her pretty, smiling face. <br><br>She needed to be taught a lesson.&nbsp; He sat back on the couch and waited for her to get home.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>12-04-2010, 13:29:16</strong>
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				Normally seeing Jack's car in the driveway this early in the afternoon would have been a surprise for Megan since he was one of those who seemed to live and breathe by a schedule. The last few weeks though, neither of them had been keeping to their normal routines, how could they when nothing in their world was normal anymore. The front of the house had a large porch with an old fashioned porch swing on it. This time of year when the weather was starting to turn cool, the last bits of summer fading away had always been her favorite. She loved the colors of the fall, the way the leaves crunched under her feet when she walked through them and&nbsp; the way the wind felt on her face as she sat there in thought. <br><br>She sat out there a while thinking over what the lawyer had told her and the brief conversation she'd had with her father after she'd left there. She had known calling him was a mistake, she always tried, but getting anything from him other than some money to make her go away was asking too much she'd learned. Since he wouldn't do a thing to help get the terms of the will broken, she was stuck, legally for another year and if she wanted any of her inheritance, another two years after that. Megan had loved her mother more than anyone on the earth, but she didn't understand this need she'd had to force her and Jack to be a family.<br><br>Megan sat out on that porch swing for about an hour after she'd gotten home until the air turned from cool to cold. When she went inside she saw Jack sitting in the front parlor with a drink in hand. It had become a regular fixture lately, not that he was a drunk, but he was hardly ever without a drink anymore. She supposed she couldn't blame him for that, it was a hard time on all of them. She walked back to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water before she came back to say hello to him, it was the most effort she was willing to make after the day she'd had.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Marks</strong> on <strong>12-04-2010, 13:46:21</strong>
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				"How was school?" <br><br>Jack's tone was flat and hard.&nbsp; <br><br>He knew.<br><br>He put his drink down and stood up.&nbsp; As ever he was immaculately dressed.&nbsp; His crisp blue shirt and dark trousers starched and pressed to perfection.&nbsp; His dark hair- greying at the temples- was neatly brushed.&nbsp; His face, clean shaven.<br><br>He did not shout.&nbsp; He never shouted.&nbsp; <br><br>"I said how was school?" <br><br>He followed her into the kitchen and stood blocking the door.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>12-04-2010, 16:31:59</strong>
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				Taking a sip of the water she'd grabbed, Megan considered her answer for a second. The fact that he'd asked her twice was a pretty good sign that 'none of your business' was going to be an acceptable answer. Since he was standing in the doorway leading out of the kitchen, she sat up on the countertop while they talked.<br><br>"It was fine" she said with a shrug.<br><br>She didn't really consider it a lie, school was fine for her because she hadn't been there. <br><br>"Aren't you usually still at work this time of day?"<br><br>Megan really didn't care too much but was trying to make polite conversation. She took a moment to consider him, she admired the fact that even at his age, he'd kept in really good shape and not let himself go like so many of her friends parents had. Of course, it was easy when you could afford a personal trainer several times a week and someone to prepare your meals for you. It wasn't a fair thought, she knew he didn't marry her mother for her money, he had enough of his own, but she didn't always feel like being fair. She pushed thoughts out of her mind and reached into the drawer on the counter she was sitting on and pulled out a takeout menu.<br><br>"Pizza sound good for dinner?"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Marks</strong> on <strong>12-04-2010, 18:06:53</strong>
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				He advanced quickly and snatched the menu from her hand.<br><br>"Yes.&nbsp; I would normally be at work but I had a call from your school asking why you weren't there.<br>You behave like a spoilt brat- swanning around and doing whatever you like.&nbsp; It stops here young lady. It stops now.<br><br>I know where you went. You went to see your mother's lawyer again didn't you?<br>Couldn't change the will eh? So you're stuck with me in my house.<br>That's right Megan- until you turn 20 this place is my house.&nbsp; <br><br>My house: My rules.<br><br>I think its about time we set out those rules."<br><br>His voice was angry but measured.&nbsp; He was in control but seething under the surface was the anger and bitterness of his grief and the suppressed lust for Megan.<br><br>"Now we're going to start with a punishment for your truancy today. Followed by a punishment for lying to me.<br>And none of that liberal crap about stopping your tv or grounding you.&nbsp; I'm going to give you a taste of what discipline in this house is going to be like from now on."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>12-04-2010, 20:10:59</strong>
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				Megan had seen this look from him before, though usually this was the point where her mother would tell him to back off and that was the end of it. Now she was alone with him and wasn't entirely sure how to handle it or him. She would also die before admitting that she was more than a little apprehensive when he mentioned punishment, but she wouldn't let him see that. She would simply do what she did in every other situation, meet force with attitude to hide what she thought or felt. <br><br>"I don't know what makes you think you have the right to talk to me like that. Just because you married my mother doesn't make you my father, and I may have to live here, but I don't have to justify myself to you"<br><br>She hopped down off of the counter, but since he was standing so close, she knew she'd have to squeeze past him to leave the room. There was a part of her that wanted to take the words back that she'd said, she didn't want to be cruel, but she also wasn't going to be intimidated her own house either. <br><br>"Now, if you wouldn't mind stepping out of the way, I'm going upstairs"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Marks</strong> on <strong>13-04-2010, 18:11:49</strong>
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				He didn't seem to be angered by her words- he responded with a speech he'd been rehearsing for all afternoon.<br>Even as he spoke he suddenly saw things in a slightly different light.<br>His wife's death, her will, his personal fortune.<br>Life had dealt him an awkward hand but if he played it right then things might turn out very well.<br><br>"That's it.&nbsp; Run away. Avoid the consequences of your actions." He sneered.<br><br>He made no move to step aside- but he made no move to touch her either.&nbsp; Perhaps he felt that he might intimidate her by his size- for he stood quite a few inches taller than her.<br><br>"Actually I am your legal guardian so I have every right to talk to you like this- but you're right I'm not your father."<br><br>This close to her he could smell her perfume and feel the heat from her body. It triggered in him, a reaction that took him by surprise.<br>He wanted her.&nbsp; He wanted her badly.&nbsp; <br><br>Abruptly he stood aside to let her go.<br><br>"But you are wrong about one thing," he added. "Neither of us have to live here."<br><br>He leant back against the counter now that she'd moved past confident that she'd want to hear what he had to say.<br><br>"I've had enough of your attitude and your evasiveness.&nbsp; Its time to face up to your responsibilities and take the consequences of your actions. But as I'm not your father I won't force you to.&nbsp; I'll give you a simple choice."<br><br>His expression was hard, as if this was something he didn't want to have to do.&nbsp; Inside his heart was hammering. <br><br>"You can live here with me by my rules or we can go our separate ways.&nbsp; &nbsp; I will move back into my apartment in the city and try to rebuild my life.&nbsp; I suppose that you will go and live with your father- where does he live again?<br><br>Take some time. Think it over.&nbsp; Give me the courtesy of an answer by 8:30.&nbsp; I'll be in my study."&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>13-04-2010, 18:36:31</strong>
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				As she watched him leave the room, she all but dropped her jaw. Go their separate ways? Why would he even suggest that? If they both walked away, they would both lose everything. While money wasn't everything, it certainly made life easier and she wasn't about to let everything her mother and grandparents had worked for get tossed away. Megan was shocked that he would be willing to do so. <br><br>At the same time, she had expected one thing from him and was quite taken by surprise at what she got. She knew he was angry, it was in his voice, but he'd held it back and controlled it, a lot better than she had hers. She made her way up to her room and laid down on the bed. She wanted to sleep and forget this day even happened, but her thoughts were weighing heavy on her mind as his words played over and over in it. She couldn't have gone back to her father, even if she wanted to, he simply didn't want her. He never had. She also didn't want to leave the house she'd grown up in, the house her mother had lived in, and while they certainly had their differences, she didn't want to leave Jack either, she really did care about him, he'd been a regular part of her life for a few years now and she didn't want to lose the only steady thing she had. <br><br>She'd completely lost her appetite for dinner and ended up staying in her room for most of the afternoon into the evening. When she glanced at her clock and saw the time, she knew she had to go and give him an answer, one way or the other. Swallowing her pride was a very difficult thing to do, even though deep down she knew he was right, it was still hard to accept or admit. <br><br>It was a little after eight when she knocked on the study door and opened it. She didn't come inside though, rather leaned against the doorframe. She watched him for a few minutes before she spoke, obviously he wasn't going to acknowledge her until she did, and that was fine. She remembered when she was younger having a ridiculous crush on him not long after her mother married him, he was strong and took care in his appearance, it hadn't lasted long, but for some reason it creeped back into her thoughts now. <br><br>"Jack, I don't want to leave"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Marks</strong> on <strong>13-04-2010, 18:54:21</strong>
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				The door was opened for her and he indicated that she should enter the room.&nbsp; The study was dimly lit by a desk-lamp and an open fire roaring in the grate.&nbsp; As usual it was meticulously tidy.&nbsp; The desk was clear- but for the lamp, a photograph frame, computer monitor, keyboard and mouse.&nbsp; There was a large leather swivel chair behind the desk. <br><br>There was something out of place though.&nbsp; In front of the desk stood a tall stool from the breakfast bar.&nbsp; <br><br>(http://www.24inchbarstools.net/files/24inchbarstools4.jpg)<br><br>The firelight flickered on it giving it a strange aspect.<br><br>"I'm glad to hear you say that you don't want to leave," Jack said, "I don't want you to leave either.&nbsp; Despite your snotty attitude I really like you Megan.&nbsp; However whether we like it or not our old lives are over.&nbsp; Our relationship has got to change.&nbsp; I know I'm not your father.&nbsp; I'm not trying to be.&nbsp; But I am your guardian and if we are to live together it has to be my way.&nbsp; That may seem harsh to you but that's the way its got to be."<br><br>He opened his arms- offering her a hug.&nbsp; Whether she took it or not he continued by saying:<br><br>"Now if you're serious about wanting to stay with me I'm going to have to decide on a fitting punishment for what you did today.&nbsp; Can you suggest anything?" he asked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>13-04-2010, 19:27:13</strong>
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				To ignore his outstretched arms would have been petty and not the best way to move forward as they both wanted to do. There was also the fact that when his arms wrapped around her they felt warm and safe, it was something she wasn't used to, but found she liked very much. It was going to be an adjustment for certain, but she knew she'd make the effort, what choice did she have? The only alternative was one that was far worse than living with his rules, she would just have to learn to not be as obvious about things.<br><br>She stiffened a bit when he said he was still going to punish her for skipping her classes. She had thought they would start fresh from this point. She took a step back from him before she spoke. <br><br>"No, I cant. Look, I'm sorry I ditched classes and it wont happen again. I thought...I mean....this would be a good time to start fresh, don't you think?"<br><br>Really she didn't see what the big deal was. She was senior and had mostly been a straight A student throughout her entire scholastic career. Her grades only slipped these past few weeks after what happened to her mother, and that was an understandable lapse. Hell, her mother would have blown the whole thing off anyway, thinking one day wasn't that large a deal, all things considering.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Marks</strong> on <strong>13-04-2010, 21:27:13</strong>
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				"I'm shocked," Jack said turning away to stare into the flickering flames of the fireplace, " that you think that skipping school was the greater crime.&nbsp; You lied to me."<br><br>He paused and took a deep breath.<br><br>"You betrayed my trust and in my book- a good place to start afresh is when the score has been settled. You haven't even got the decency to apologise.&nbsp; You aren't serious about staying here with me.&nbsp; You just want me off your back so you can do whatever the hell you like.<br><br>Well if that's how you feel- we've got nothing left to say to each other."<br><br>He moved over to the door and held it for her to emphasise that the discussion was over.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>13-04-2010, 22:10:10</strong>
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				All she could do was stand there in shock. It took her a full minute to recall what he was talking about when he said she'd lied to him. She hadn't really considered that to be a lie, but if she were to look at it from his point of view, she could understand that. Watching him as he held the door open, an invitation for her to leave his study had her stomach in knots. This wasn't what she wanted, she wanted to start over, not make things worse. Her father didn't want her, her mother was gone, he was all she had and now he didn't want her to stay either? It was almost more than she could stand.<br><br>"No, Jack that's not true, it isn't"<br><br>There was a part of her that yes, did want him to leave her be and get off her back. As far as she was concerned, she was an adult and didn't need anyone shoving a bunch of rules down her throat. But she 'did' have the decency to apologize when she'd hurt someone. She may have had an attitude problem, but she wasn't unkind. <br><br>Standing there as she was, she was feeling very self conscious. She imagined that she made a poor showing of giving off the image of an adult trying desperately to convince him that she was serious. Megan could help but indulge her habit of twisting the end of her tee shirt between her fingers, as she always did when she was nervous. It hadn't occurred to her to stop, even though it hung high above her waistline and the faded jeans she had on rode low on her hips. She had always felt lucky that she'd been given a figure she could show off with minimal effort to maintain it. But for now, what she was wearing wasn't all that high on her priority list, or the fact that she might be giving more of a show than she'd intended.<br><br>"Lying to you was worse than skipping class, yes, I agree with you. I hadn't...I was angry at the time and I didn't even realize I had done it. I am sorry for it, I didn't want to hurt you. You have to believe me"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Marks</strong> on <strong>13-04-2010, 22:25:45</strong>
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				He forced his eyes away from her flat abdomen with difficulty.&nbsp; The rising desire inside him threatened to sweep away all reason.&nbsp; His knuckles were white from clutching the door so hard.&nbsp; <br><br>"I'm afraid I don't," he said sternly. "I've offered you a way back.&nbsp; A way out of this mess of your creation.&nbsp; I've decided that your punishment has to be physical if its to have any effect."<br><br>He glanced over to the kitchen stool he'd placed in the middle of the room, which until now had been unexplained.<br><br>"You've behaved like a brat so your punishment will be a brat's punishment.&nbsp; I'm going to give you a sound spanking. "&nbsp; He fought to keep the tremble of emotion, excitement and lust out of his voice.<br><br>"You say you're sorry.&nbsp; That's fine but if you want to continue to live with me, I've already said that it'll be by my rules.&nbsp; <br>I'll accept your apology when you've had your punishment.&nbsp; Now either you bend over that stool and ask me to spank you or this'll be the last conversation we ever have."<br><br>He stared into her shocked eyes and sighed.<br><br>"This is for your own good.&nbsp; You need to accept that your current behaviour is unacceptable and that you've treated me* very badly. Not just now but for most of our time together."<br>*He almost said 'and your mother' but he held off.&nbsp; He was cruel but he did actually care for this girl- his ward- even if it was mixed up with lust.<br>He wanted to control her not destroy her.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>13-04-2010, 22:50:05</strong>
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				She knew she shouldn't have been as shocked as she was by his words, he'd told her mother more than once that's what he thought she needed, but there was a difference between what she'd heard then and what he was saying now. The nervousness she'd felt before had only served to double and the knot in her stomach was twisting at her. He couldn't be serious, she was seventeen years old, surely she was too old to be faced with a punishment like that. For a moment she thought that every person at any age probably thought the same thing in this position, seven or seventeen.<br><br>Megan was biting on her lower lip so hard it was beginning to swell. She'd never been spanked in her life, in fact she'd never been hit in any form, she couldn't imagine letting him do so now much less ask him for it. She could already feel tears stinging her eyes but she forced herself to blink them back. <br><br>There was nothing in the world she wanted to do less, but she forced herself to walk over to the stool he'd pointed to. She looked up at him for a moment with pleading eyes not to do this and let her stay, but she saw not even an inch of wavering in his eyes. It took everything she had not to bolt from the room. If she wanted to stay, and she did, she had to face this, no matter how much she didn't wish to. She shut her eyes tightly as she bent over the stool. <br><br>"Please......punish me for lying to you" the words were barely a whisper and she couldn't believe she had said them out loud. Her face turned a bright red at the embarrassment of this and just prayed it would be over quickly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Marks</strong> on <strong>14-04-2010, 00:38:54</strong>
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				Standing behind her Jack stared down her her firm bottom and the backs of her legs.&nbsp; Even in jeans he could see how shapely she was and he had to take a deep breath and force himself to slow down or he would be on her like an animal.<br><br>It was true.&nbsp; He'd often wanted to spank her when she was younger.&nbsp; She'd been a little brat and it would have done her a lot of good.<br>Now however it was different.&nbsp; He knew that she had an attitude problem and he believed that this punishment was a good first step in sorting it out- but from the stiffening in his pants he could no longer deny that he was spanking her purely for her own benefit.&nbsp; He wanted her.&nbsp; He wanted to possess her, to control her, to dominate her.&nbsp; <br><br>"I'm glad you've made the right choice Megan," he said softly, "but if we're going to do this, we're going to do it right. Firstly we need to get your position right."<br><br>Crouching down he adjusted her position so that her thighs were pressed tightly against the seat of the stood.&nbsp; Her belly was laid across it and her arms were reaching right down to the base of the stool.&nbsp; Then he adjusted her legs so that they were slightly apart.<br><br>His deliberate slowness and measured pace contradicted her haste and desperation to get it over with.<br><br>"When I start this spanking, I'm going to strike you about a dozen times with my open hand.&nbsp; I will hit you on your buttocks and at the top of your thighs.&nbsp; You will hold still- if I miss because you are squirming then I will repeat the stroke.&nbsp; <br>When I am done you will thank me for the spanking and you will go and stand in the corner until I am ready to hear your apology.<br>Now because this is your first spanking I'm going to be lenient.&nbsp; I will spank you over your clothes, I will just target your backside and I will just use my hand.&nbsp; If your poor attitude continues I will not be so kind next time."<br><br>When he finished giving her instructions he placed his left hand on the bare skin of the small of her back, just above the hem of her jeans and just below the hem of her t-shirt.&nbsp; The contact felt electrifying to him.&nbsp; He fought the urge to run his hand down over her buttocks. <br><br>"Now I told you to ask for a spanking.&nbsp; You asked me to punish you.&nbsp; I think that you need to try again or I'm going to double the number of swats."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>14-04-2010, 02:41:27</strong>
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				For a minute she wondered if anyone had ever fainted from anticipation before, for faint was how she felt. She couldn't believe how he was dragging this out, first by arranging her so that she was draped over that stool, with her chestnut hair falling almost to the floor, and she knew how exposed this made her. She was trying to listen to what he was saying, but she couldn't focus on more than how humiliated she felt. He may have been glad that she'd made this choice, but at the moment she was questioning her sanity. There was a part of her that knew she deserved it, she hadn't treated him with the respect he probably had deserved over the years, that didn't make this easier though and she doubted she'd ever admit that. She also didn't care for the way he'd said 'first', first usually meant there would be a second or third and she was going to make sure that didn't happen. <br><br>When he put his hand on her back she nearly jumped out of her skin but managed to not stand up, she had a feeling that would have upset him. His hand felt so warm on her skin. She felt the heat of it spread from her back to her stomach, though she told herself that it was just nerves, nothing more. <br><br>She wasn't sure that she'd heard him correctly when he went on about what he expected from her. Thanking him afterwards and standing in the corner? This was too much, but again, she knew there really wasn't a choice. Megan fervently wished for the ground to open up and swallow her whole when he told her to ask him again, as her first attempt wasn't satisfactory. Did he know how hard this was for her? She couldn't imagine the point in having to ask for this, twice now. It was too humiliating to think about, she closed her eyes again and got the words out as fast as she could.<br><br>"please spank me for lying to you"<br><br><br>"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Marks</strong> on <strong>15-04-2010, 00:32:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Thank you Megan.&nbsp; I appreciate how hard this is for you."<br><br>An electric pulse of excitement flickered down his spine and settled like a rippling current of power.<br>He had promised her that he was going to go easy on her but he was still going to hit her backside hard enough to sting his own hand.<br><br>"Let's hope that this is the first and last time you ever have to be in this position," he said meaning the exact opposite.<br><br>Slowly he drew back his hand and held it raised for a moment while he stared down at her backside with the firelight playing across it.<br>Exquisite.<br><br>SMACK!<br><br>The report of his hand hitting her plump backside exploded in the room almost making him jump even though he'd been expecting it.<br>His hand remained pressed against her left buttock and it was with some effort that he pulled it away.<br><br>He paused and looked down at the trembling girl, draped over the stool.&nbsp; He couldn't help but string this out a bit longer.<br><br>"Are you sure you want to continue," he asked, his voice filled with concern.&nbsp; He kept his hand on her back, holding her firmly in place.&nbsp; His other hand was raised ready to swing again the moment she said yes... 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>15-04-2010, 02:19:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The first slap ever to visit her body had taken her completely by surprise, causing her to sharply taking in a breath. While she knew it was coming, she hadn't been prepared for the sensation of it. She knew there might be some pain, she hadn't expected the knot of anticipation that had been in her stomach to spread into a warmth as she pressed up against the stool when he struck her. Her hands gripped&nbsp; the stool so she couldn't be tempted to stand up and make it worse for herself. <br><br>Her mind was racing when he stopped and asked her if she wanted to continue. Of course she didn't want to continue, what sane or rational person would say yes? But there wasn't a choice, she had to finish this in order for them to move forward and as much as she wanted to storm out, she couldn't and wouldn't. <br><br>"yes"<br><br>It was barely audible, and she was still in shock. She prayed he would just get this over with already and stop dragging it out. She knew she must have been presenting quite a sight like this. Megan was absolutely mortified.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Marks</strong> on <strong>16-04-2010, 22:15:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				His hand impacted her ass a split second after she had said, "yes".<br><br>"That's two," he said.<br><br>This time he placed his hand firmly against her right cheek, just at the slight curve between her buttock and her thigh.<br>He rested it there for a second, drinking in the sensation of her warm flesh, the tremble of her anticipation and the thrill of his own power.<br><br>Then he pulled it back and swung down to strike the place he'd just been touching.<br><br>The sound of the blow was exquisite- as well as the meaty sensation of her soft flesh.&nbsp; <br><br>He paused.&nbsp; Up until now he'd been holding himself in check- he hadn't realised how exciting it was to spank a grown woman.&nbsp; Far from the cold, hard discipline he'd expected to dish out, he was experiencing an erotic thrill that blew his mind.&nbsp; He felt the tingling arousal grow steadily in his pants and he bit his lip trying to keep control.<br><br>'How far can I go?" he thought to himself.<br><br>He placed the next blow over the divide between her buttocks- allowing his hand to rest there both before and after.<br><br>The next two he placed on her left cheek- which by now had taken 4 of the strikes.<br>Beneath her jeans her left buttock already felt hot.&nbsp; Gingerly he massaged it.<br><br>While he stroked her bottom he spoke gently to her.<br><br>"When you lie to me you really break down the trust between us.&nbsp; There has to be a punishment for that.&nbsp; If this ever happens again then the punishment will be much more severe.&nbsp; Let me explain my rules to you.&nbsp; Are you listening?"<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>17-04-2010, 05:59:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Megan tried to focus her mind on anything other than what was happening to her. While not the worst pain she could imagine, she was feeling the sting quite clearly as he continued to slap her. She was determined she was not going to let him get to her though. She clamped her mouth shut to stop any small cries of pain from coming out, though a few muffled sounds of discomfort she couldn't help, nor could she help one of her feet from stomping the floor after a particularly sharp slap.<br><br>When he stopped, she breathed a small sigh of relief. It was less than what he'd told her it would have been, and that was fine by her. When she felt his hand massaging where he'd struck her, at first it made her extremely uncomfortable. She was about to stand up and tell him to keep his hands off of her, until the strange feeling turned to soothing and led to heat she felt from the spanking spreading further through her body. She hadn't expected to feel this type of sensation. She wasn't innocent and knew what pleasure felt like, but she wasn't so experienced that she understood why this was happening. She tried not to think about it too much, when he started speaking to her again, her thoughts jumped back to the moment. <br><br>Megan hadn't thought there had really been any trust between them to break down, though that was unfair and she knew there had to have been at some points in their relationship. She couldn't say she was overly eager to hear what his rules were, but now that she'd seen what his idea of discipline was, she had no desire to repeat the process. A small voice in the back of her mind called her a liar for that. <br><br>"yes, I'm listening"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Marks</strong> on <strong>17-04-2010, 10:24:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Good."<br><br>He raised his hand and struck her right cheek hard.<br><br>"You will be at home by 10 o'clock at the latest each night."<br><br>There was no opportunity for discussion.&nbsp; He didn't want to negotiate the rules with her.&nbsp; He was simply setting out how it was going to be.<br><br>He struck her hard on the lower part of her buttocks, his hand crossing the divide.<br><br>"Your room will be kept tidy and I will inspect it as and when I see fit.<br><br>The next blow landed hard on her right buttock again.<br><br>"You will achieve good grades at school in all subjects."<br><br>She felt his hand crack down on her tender left cheek again.<br><br>"You will speak with respect to me and other adults at all times."<br><br>Then he paused.&nbsp; <br>"You know what the most important rule is of course.&nbsp; But I'll make it absolutely clear to you now."<br><br>"You,"&nbsp; SMACK, "Must," SMACK, "Not," SMACK, "Lie."<br><br>He massaged her again for a moment.&nbsp; Though his fingers longed to dip down between her legs he resisted and kept his hand on her buttocks.<br><br>"Do you have anything to say for yourself?"&nbsp; he asked.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>18-04-2010, 03:56:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her thoughts and relief that the punishment was over was short lived. She realized quite quickly it had only just started.&nbsp; Any hope she had to accept it stoically was dashed as she found she was unable to stop the small cries of pain. It was hard to listen to the rules he was trying to lay down as he punctuated each one with another sharp slap, it was all she could do to remain in place.<br><br>It took her a moment to catch her breath when he'd stopped. The feeling of his hand massaging her again was both soothing and while pleasurable, uncomfortable since he didn't remove his hand from her. What she wasn't sure was if it was making her uncomfortable because she didn't know if he was going to start again, or because she liked the way the warmth spread as he massaged her. She knew it was wrong to have those thoughts at all, she shook them from her mind realizing he had asked her another question. <br><br>"I'm sorry, I wont lie to you again"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Marks</strong> on <strong>18-04-2010, 17:18:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Good," Jack replied firmly.&nbsp; <br><br>He removed his hand and quickly retreated behind his desk, where he sat and watched her.&nbsp; <br>He was glad that he got there before she raised her eyes and saw how aroused he had become.<br><br>"Now go and stand in the corner with your hands on your head until I tell you that you can go," he directed her.<br><br><br>...<br><br><br>He switched on his computer and tried to do a little work.&nbsp; Despite the pressing need to catch up on his wasted day, he couldn't focus.<br>His eyes kept being drawn back to the young woman standing submissively in the corner.&nbsp; <br><br>After about ten minutes, he gave up the pretence of working, shut down his computer and watched the girl with interest.<br><br>"You have done wrong. You have been punished and you have shown remorse.&nbsp; I forgive you.&nbsp; He opened his arms to offer her a hug-&nbsp; would she accept it or leave sullenly?&nbsp; He planned to hold her tightly and tell her that he was proud of the way she had accepted the punishment but he would understand if she rushed up to her room.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>18-04-2010, 17:39:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As humiliating as being spanked like a child was, having to stand in the corner was even worse. There were so many thoughts rolling through her mind she was having trouble sorting them to as she stood there. She felt like she should hate him for what he'd just done, but she didn't. For the first time since she could remember, she felt secure, he wasn't going to leave because she wasn't good enough like her father had, at least that's how she'd seen it.<br><br>When she saw his arms open again to her, she didn't hesitate to go into them. Megan rested her head on his chest while he held her and before she could stop it, a few tears fell from her eyes. It struck her that no one had ever really cared enough to care how she treated others until now. While she didn't care for the punishment, she felt safe in his arms, why had she never felt that before? <br><br>"you don't hate me?"<br><br>The words came out before she could stop herself. She didn't want to ask a question like that, to sound weak in front of him and she certainly didn't fully understand the feelings she was having towards him at the moment, though she knew they were highly inappropriate and would have to keep that to herself. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Marks</strong> on <strong>18-04-2010, 17:53:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				His warm fingers pulled the hair back from her face and lingered on her cheek wiping away a tear.<br><br>"Hate you?" his smile was warm and affectionate.&nbsp; <br><br>"I don't hate you."<br><br>Putting into words how he actually felt was much harder.&nbsp; He felt quite passionately about her.<br><br>He didn't see her as a daughter or a ward.&nbsp; He wasn't sure he wanted a relationship with her like he'd had with her mother either.<br>That had been about romance and an equal footing.<br><br>"I... I..."&nbsp; he struggled with the words- he didn't want to say he loved her because the kind of love he felt was confusing even to him.<br>He settled for, "I care about you.&nbsp; I want you to be happy.&nbsp; I want to protect you and guide you."<br><br>He kissed her forehead and held her close.&nbsp; Her body felt good pressed against his and he again felt the stirring of his lust.&nbsp; He hoped she didn't feel it.&nbsp; He didn't want to freak her out.<br><br>"Go to bed," he said softly, as his hand gently stroked her thigh,&nbsp; "We'll have a fresh start tomorrow."<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>18-04-2010, 19:21:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Megan barely slept a wink all night. She laid in bed thinking about the day, thinking about what the lawyer had said to her, what Jack had said and done to her and how it all made her feel. She had never looked at Jack as a substitute for her absentee father and her mother had been all the parent she'd needed. She supposed over the years she and Jack had formed, perhaps not a friendship but a tolerance of each other, but now that it was just the two of them, there had to be more than that. She knew if she abides his rules, or tried to anyway, that they could really build on that. <br><br>Who was she kidding? Why lie to herself like that? She knew that when he held her and kissed her forehead, she was tempted, so temped to kiss him back, though not the chaste kiss he'd given her. It likely would have humiliated both of them and made things entirely awkward though, so she was glad she'd refrained. Alone in her room she could think about how the entire incident in his study had really made her feel. <br><br>The more she thought about it, the more she realized how enticing the entire event had been, after the fact. As much as she hated being spanked, the way he had held firm to what he'd said, she found entirely sexy. She was going to hell she thought for thinking that way about her mothers husband. While she laid there in be, her hand slid down her stomach and further down between her legs. Just thinking of Jack, and the way he'd asserted control had her practically dripping wet. She slid her fingers in and out of herself, her other hand gently rubbing against one of her breasts and when she'd brought herself to climax she had to bury her face in her pillow for she couldn't stop herself from yelling out. <br><br>When the morning came around, she dragged herself out of bed and got ready for the day.&nbsp; She hadn't planned on going in to school since it was a Friday and she didn't really care all that much, but one thought about last night and she knew she had no choice. Downstairs she put a quick breakfast together for her and Jack, something she had never really done before, but if they were truly starting anew today, she wanted to be on his good side.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Marks</strong> on <strong>18-04-2010, 21:01:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jack did not sleep at all.<br><br>He paced about his study, staring moodily into the flames.&nbsp; <br><br>How could he be so stupid?&nbsp; He'd touched her: run his hands over her body and spanked her hard.&nbsp; <br>Surely, she would have a moment of clarity- realise what a dirty old pervert he was and she'd be gone.&nbsp; <br>She'd probably sue him for millions too after all, he'd pretty much blackmailed her into accepting a spanking.<br><br>Every time he closed his eyes, he saw her lithe body bent over the kitchen stool.&nbsp; He felt the sting on his palm as he spanked her.<br>Felt the warmth of her skin on her lower back and the softness of her buttocks through her jeans.<br>Her cries and her pleas had turned him on more than anything he'd ever experienced.&nbsp; <br><br>Tomorrow morning, he would beg her forgiveness.&nbsp; He would apologise and offer to let her have complete freedom and choice within the house.<br><br>By 6am he had worried himself into a frenzy and was almost at the point of calling his lawyer for advice.<br>He decided he needed to run off his anxiety and frustration. Come what may, he could do little until he'd spoken to Megan again.<br><br>After changing into joggers and a t-shirt, he left the house and ran hard for two hours.&nbsp; By the time his watch read 7:45, he was jogging up the drive and into the house.&nbsp; Wiping sweat off his face he walked towards the kitchen intent on getting a glass of water when he saw Megan preparing breakfast... for two.<br><br>That meant that she wasn't going to take him down for this.&nbsp; His relief felt incredible and forgetting his tired legs he sprinted up the stairs for a shower two at a time.<br><br>Twenty minutes later he returned to the kitchen: showered, shaved and dressed in his usual immaculate business attire.<br><br>"Morning Megan," he said cheerily, "you didn't have to make breakfast."<br><br>As he sat down he couldn't help but look at her backside and wonder whether she was sore from last nights activity.<br><br>"I may be late home tonight," he added and took a swig of coffee.&nbsp; It was disgusting but he didn't say anything. After all this was a fresh start and he didn't want to pick a fight.<br><br>"I've got a lot of catching up to do at work and I may need to stay at the office until 8. Will you be ok to fix dinner for yourself?"<br><br>He scrutinised her face- was she holding a grudge? was this an act?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>18-04-2010, 21:31:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				While he spoke about being late from work, Megan started plating the eggs she'd prepared and buttered the toast she'd made, though burnt would have been the better way to describe it. Cooking was not her forte, in fact, she'd never managed more than things that only required you to put it in the microwave or add hot water. Hot water was her specialty. <br><br>She put one of the plates in front of him and took the other to her own seat. When she took a sip of the coffee she all but spit it out. Since he hadn't said anything about it, she simply pushed her glass away before taking a bite of the eggs. When she crunched down on a piece of the shell, she politely spit it out in to her napkin, got up again and dumped it out. <br><br>"I'm sorry, this is really bad, I....thought breakfast would be nice, but..."<br><br>Opening the pantry she took out a box of donuts and poured two glasses of milk, bringing them back to the table.<br><br>"This will have to do"<br><br>She took a few bites before she spoke again. It was a little awkward sitting there with him trying to have a normal conversation. She wondered what was going through his mind, he was looking at her so intently it had her shifting a little uncomfortably in her seat. She wondered if he was expecting her to blow off everything he'd told her the day before. <br><br>"I'll probably just pick up some take out or something. I might be back a little late myself too, have some work at the library that I should catch up on a bit"<br><br>Glancing at her watch, she ate quickly realizing she probably had to get going. The thought did occur to her that she might be in a some measure of trouble at school too since they had called him about her absence. That, she thought, was the problem with private prep schools, the class sizes were small enough that no one got overlooked. Well, she'd find out when she got there.<br><br>"I better get going, don't want to be late"<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Marks</strong> on <strong>18-04-2010, 21:45:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Don't forget," he called after her, "home by 10 sharp!"<br><br>When she'd gone he smiled to himself.&nbsp; Perhaps he could put his attraction for her behind him. Perhaps this would be a new start for them.<br><br>Then he noticed the dirty plates, the scorched pan, the gently smoking toaster and the coffee granules all over the sink.<br><br>For a second his palm tingled.&nbsp; He stood up and was about to clear the kitchen just as he'd been cleaning up after her for years.&nbsp; He sighed deeply and cleared the stuff away- the thought of her bending over a stool again re-emerged in his mind.<br><br><br>---<br><br>That day he worked hard and managed to catch up from yesterday, so much so that he would be able to take Saturday off.<br>His driver brought him back to the house at roughly 8:45 (traffic had been murder).<br><br>He strolled into the lounge.&nbsp; The house was quiet.<br><br>"Megan," he called, "I'm home."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>18-04-2010, 22:07:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The morning at school was less pleasant than she would have liked. She was called out of her first class to sit with her counselor as to why she'd skipped out on the day before. She knew the only reason she was with the counselor and not automatically assigned either a detention or in school suspension, was because of what had happened with her mother. She hated doing it, but she played that up to the counselor, and the woman had agreed to wipe it off of her record. <br><br>She spent the afternoon at the library finishing up a paper she'd put off. Luckily she'd been such a good student over the years, catching up was entirely easy for her, and most of her teachers were willing to bump the B she'd slipped to back to an A since she had such a good track record there. It was the one area of her life that her mother had never had to worry about.<br><br>While she wasn't particularly interested, she let a guy she knew take her to dinner when she left the library. She sat there across the table from him at one of the local chain restaurants and she was unbelievable bored. She kept thinking about Jack and the day before. Occasionally she glanced at her watch to make sure she left with enough time to get home by ten. There was a part of her that was telling her to come home after ten. The part that had been both excited and turned on by the punishment. But the part of her that really did want to start over, had her leaving the table just before nine thirty and heading home. She pulled up to the house about ten till ten, not bad she thought.<br><br>"I'm home" she called out as she dropped her books and bag by the door and headed upstairs.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Marks</strong> on <strong>19-04-2010, 00:05:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He was standing outside her room, still wearing his suit from work.&nbsp; Clearly he'd just got in himself.<br><br>As she walked up the main staircase towards her room she saw him waiting at the top.&nbsp; <br>He checked his watch.&nbsp; A look passed across his face- what was it? disappointment? frustration?<br><br>"Hi Megan," he said with a warm smile.<br><br>He tried to make small talk for a minute- how was your day? any plans for the weekend?&nbsp; <br><br>He planned to take a swim in the pool before breakfast and then had a lunch meeting in the city but her allowance was due and so she could do anything she chose during the morning.<br><br>"I'd like to spend some time with you- perhaps you'd like to meet for coffee in the shopping mall? and then I could give you a ride home too- that is if you don't have other plans."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>19-04-2010, 02:55:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You want to have coffee with me? At the mall? Are you feeling alright?"<br><br>She had known him long enough to know that he detested the mall, especially on the weekends. She supposed it was possible that he was truly making an effort to get to know her better and this would be a good opportunity to do so. She had no solid plans yet for the weekend, so why not? If he can make the effort, so can she.<br><br>"Yeah, that might be nice, alright"<br><br>Coffee at the mall had to be better than what she had tried to pass off as coffee that morning for certain. <br><br>"Can we talk about this a little later though? I really want to grab a shower and change"<br><br>She'd been in her school uniform the entire day and night. She usually would have come home first and changed before heading out and other times she changed at school if she had any activities after classes, but she wanted to make sure that she had enough time to get everything done she wanted to get done so she hadn't bothered. It was the one thing she hated about her school, the dress code. The schools colors were red and white and she often felt like a peppermint stick in the pleated skirt that hung just above her knees with the blazer&nbsp; to match.<br><br>"Better yet, I'm probably going to head right to sleep, what time should we meet tomorrow?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Marks</strong> on <strong>19-04-2010, 20:52:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'll see you in Maple's at 3.&nbsp; I think I'll turn in too.&nbsp; It's been one hell of a day."<br><br>He wondered what she thought of him- was he a pathetic loser trying to be her dad?&nbsp; He hoped not.&nbsp; <br><br>This meeting.&nbsp; It felt like more than just coffee to him.&nbsp; It felt like a date.&nbsp; <br><br>He stripped off, shaved, showered and slipped his naked body in between the silky sheets of his bed.<br><br>Lying back he closed his eyes but it took him a long time to get to sleep.<br><br>What would she wear? What would they talk about? How should he act? <br><br>Eventually he drifted off into a deep sleep.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>19-04-2010, 22:13:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Megan spent a leisurly morning in bed as she was in no rush to get up and get moving. It was indulgent, but it was the weekend and she was caught up on her school work. When she finally decided to get up and moving it was after noon. She didn't have to meet Jack for another few hours but figured on doing some shopping beforehand since she'd be at the mall anyway. Getting up, she took a hot shower. While she normally would have settled on jeans and a shirt, she decided to dress a little nicer since she was going to be spending time with Jack. Why she wanted to look nice for him was hard to say, but she knew she did. She settled on a dark green sundress since the weather was still mild enough to get away with wearing sleeveless dresses. It was light and airy and she cinched an orange belt around the middle which helped to show off her curves. She pulled her hair back into a loose braid and slipped on open toed sandals, which had reminded her that she was in desperate need of a pedicure. <br><br>She spent the next hour getting her nails done, figuring on shopping after her coffee with Jack. She got there about a half hour before he was due and figured she had a few things to do while she waited. The first was to make sure that her monthly check from the lawyers office was deposited into her account. He was the executor of her mothers will but he had also been the trustee for the trust her grandparents had set up several years before and she got a monthly stipend from it. Of course, if she moved out before she turned twenty, that along with her mothers estate would be forfeit.&nbsp; This was the second time in the last few months that the money wasn't there when it was supposed to be, having the lawyers number she gave him a call, not caring if it was a Saturday. <br><br>She listened to his promise to check on it first thing Monday morning as they went back and forth. He was certain it was just an oversight and it wasn't as if she needed the money, her own account was plenty full.<br><br>"I'm sorry did you actually take the bar or did you just hang out in one?" she snapped before she hung up the call and put her phone away. She checked her watch and noticed it was close to three.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Marks</strong> on <strong>19-04-2010, 22:52:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jack smiled when he saw Callie making his way towards him.&nbsp; He was already seated in the busy cafe and a cup of black coffee was steaming gently on the table in front of him.<br><br>He stood up as she arrived and pulled out her chair for her.<br><br>"You look wonderful," he said sitting down opposite her.<br><br>"Now what would you like?" he asked as the attentive waitress moved quickly to the tableside.<br><br>Suddenly his phone rang.&nbsp; He pulled it out of his breast pocket and glanced at it,<br>"That's odd.&nbsp; It's your lawyer- I wonder what he wants from me!"&nbsp; He stood up and moved out of the busy cafe into the quieter area outside.<br>He smiled at Megan through the glass window and appeared to be chatting happily.&nbsp; Jack had known him for many years too- in fact it was he who had recommended the services of Stand, Guile and Roper to her Grandparents. <br><br>She saw his smile freeze on his face and then slowly turn into anger.&nbsp; He glared at Megan through the window before saying something else into his phone and ending the call.<br><br>He returned to the table and spoke to the waitress.<br>"I'm sorry, something urgent has come up and we're going to have to go."<br>He handed her a 20 and then took Megan by her upper arm and guided her to her feet.<br>He didn't let go.<br><br>"Come along young lady," he snapped, "you've got some explaining to do."<br><br>He began to lead her towards the exit.&nbsp; His car was waiting outside.<br>Other people in the cafe were turning to stare and there was no way that Megan could miss the smirks on some of their faces.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>19-04-2010, 23:30:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Megan had just sat down and ordered something to drink when the phone rang. Her jaw all but dropped when he said it was her lawyer. Was he actually calling to complain about their conversation? No, that couldn't be it, she was technically a client, they have privilege or something like that she thought. Maybe he was calling to explain to him about the discrepancy. She didn't give it much thought until she saw the look he gave her through the window.<br><br>She felt her stomach knot up when he came back in and practically dragged her from her seat and out of the cafe. He didn't let go of her as they walked through the mall to the exit and through the parking lot. She didn't struggle with him to get her arm free for she didn't want to cause a scene, but he was gripping her so tightly she thought she might get bruised. Her face was turning slightly red from all the stares they got as they made their way out, knowing it was enough of a spectacle as it was. She didn't say a word until they were near his car, and as much as she wanted to tell him off for dragging her out like that, embarrassing her like that, she had to admit she was a little scared to do so. <br><br>"Jack, you're hurting me, look I don't know what he said to you, but let me go and I can explain"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Marks</strong> on <strong>19-04-2010, 23:50:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The driver opened the door for them, his face inexpressive as he saw Jack manhandle her towards him.<br><br>"Afternoon miss, sir."<br><br>Jack pushed her head down and pushed her into the car, then slid in next to her.<br><br>"Take us home please James," he said politely then rounded on his charge.<br><br>"Megan what is there to explain- apparently you feel that Mr Roper's services are sub standard and that gives you the right to be rude to him on the phone.&nbsp; Well- what have you to say?"<br><br>James glanced at her in his rear view mirror.&nbsp; Clearly he was interested by the development.&nbsp; He was in his early twenties, smartly dressed in a grey suit and drivers cap.&nbsp; His clean shaven face was handsome and he had a definite twinkle in his blue eyes.&nbsp; For a second it looked like he'd winked at her!&nbsp; Perhaps it was a trick of the light?&nbsp; His eyes were now firmly fixed on the road ahead.<br><br>"Well!" snapped Jack impatiently, "spit it out."<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>20-04-2010, 02:48:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Megan couldn't believe how he was acting, practically shoving her into the car. She caught the look from the driver which only furthered to make her feel embarrassed by the entire scene Jack made in the mall. She remembered when the driver started working for them, he was younger than the last one had been by a good deal and she'd sported a slight crush. She also knew that getting involved was a sure fire way for him to lose his job so she hadn't pursued him.<br><br>"First you tell me that I have some explaining to do and now you're saying there is nothing for me to explain, because you've already decided that I'm wrong. You didn't even ask me what happened, you just assume that I'm in the wrong"<br><br>She looked out the window as they drove through the streets. She wasn't quite sulking but she was on the verge of it. She was furious that he hadn't even asked for her side of it before he hauled her out of there. She wasn't a five year old and she deserved to be treated a little better than that. She also had every intention of making a formal complaint to the law firm for unethical behaviour and breach of client confidentiality or something. Whatever she could think of. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Marks</strong> on <strong>21-04-2010, 19:47:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He sighed.&nbsp; Perhaps he'd been hasty.&nbsp; He was almost certain that his friend wouldn't lie to him- she, he knew would. But she deserved her chance.<br><br>"I'm listening," he said with a little less anger in his voice.<br><br>"Tell me that you haven't been extremely rude to Mr Roper.&nbsp; Tell me that you didn't accuse him of being a drunk."<br><br>By now the car was cruising out of the city centre and was powering down a much faster road.&nbsp; The driver was fully focussed on safe driving but anything said in the back would be clearly audible to him.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>22-04-2010, 22:24:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Megan opened her mouth a few times to say something but wasn't quite sure how to phrase it. She hadn't technically called the incompetent bastard a drunk, though she may have implied it. And yes, she was rude to him, but she was his client and he wasn't doing a bad job, why shouldn't she have taken him to task for it? And wasn't he being just a bit of a hypocrite? She had heard him over the last few years talk to people who did substandard work and it was hardly pleasant.<br><br>"If by extremely rude you mean, did I call him on the shoddy work he's doing, then yes, I was. Did I say he was a drunk? No. However, I am extremely shocked that he would call you at all. My business with him is just that, and I believe I'll be looking for someone else to handle the trust as he's obviously unfit"<br><br>She looked back out of the window as the car raced down the street. This was all so unfair, she thought. Megan had really been looking forward to starting new, getting off on a better foot and getting to know each other better. And now it was all going downhill again and fast.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Marks</strong> on <strong>26-04-2010, 21:39:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"That's typical.&nbsp; I give you a chance to explain yourself and all you can do is throw blame for your actions onto everyone else.&nbsp; <br>For your information, Myself and Mr Roper both care about you deeply.&nbsp; Did you know, for example, that our recent..."<br><br>He paused with genuine emotion<br><br>"... change of circumstances, would have invalidated your trust fund arrangement.&nbsp; Don't ask me to explain it but the legal implications could have cut you off without a penny from your grandparents estate.&nbsp; Mr Roper has made sure that your payments have continued unobstructed.&nbsp; There may have been a couple of months where the money didn't come through.&nbsp; That was the bank being difficult- they would have taken it all but Mr Roper stopped them.&nbsp; He didn't let you know because he thought you had enough to deal with.&nbsp; Yes he's broken some rules.&nbsp; He should have informed you and he should have taken a percentage of the fund as a fee but he hasn't because of his concern for you."<br><br>He turned and stared out of the window for a while before turning back to her.<br><br>"When we get home I want you to get a kitchen stool and take it into my study.&nbsp; I think you'll know why."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>26-04-2010, 22:38:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				There were more thoughts flowing through her mind in the rest of the drive back to the house than she could make sense of. He couldn't be serious about spanking her again, though she doubted he would make the thread idly. Her face turned red as she wondered if the driver had a clue as to what he'd meant by that and partly in anger too. <br><br>He was exaggerating the lawyers concern for her, of that she was certain. Megan wasn't entirely sure that Jack had real affection for her, but she was more willing to believe he did. As far as she was concerned, this was entirely unfair. The other day, while she didn't like it, she had skipped out on classes and she had lied to him, but&nbsp; this time, she didn't feel she'd really done anything wrong. The worst part was she felt stuck, she couldn't refuse the punishment, he'd made that plainly clear the other day, but she hated having the threat of losing everything over her head. <br><br>When they got back to the house, Megan didn't wait for the driver to open their door before she got out and stormed off into the house. She figured to talk to him about this when they were alone, and not having an audience. There had to be another way to deal with this, especially since she didn't feel she was entirely in the wrong.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Marks</strong> on <strong>27-04-2010, 00:31:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As far as Jack was concerned she was entirely in the wrong.&nbsp; She'd been rude to an adult who had her best interests at heart.&nbsp; Worse she'd blamed the lawyer for her outburst and...<br><br>He struggled to justify this to himself.&nbsp; Yes she'd been rude but damn it Roper had been callous and condescending to her.&nbsp; He'd treated her like a child no matter what his good intentions had been.&nbsp; <br><br>He closed his eyes and replayed the image of her bending over a stool in his mind.&nbsp; Was that the real reason he was so keen to find fault with her- so that he could experience the thrill of the power he had over her.<br><br>As the car pulled up on the drive and Megan stormed off, Jack decided he would see what her next move was.&nbsp; He went to his study and sat behind the massive desk and waited.&nbsp; <br><br>What would she do?&nbsp; Come in with the stool as instructed?&nbsp; Come in and have a fight?&nbsp; Hide away in her room and avoid him until he sought her out?<br><br>He found that he was almost trembling with anticipation.&nbsp; He imagined finding her and dragging her down forcefully for a hard spanking over his lap- no.&nbsp; What he really wanted was her to come to him.&nbsp; But would she?<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>27-04-2010, 02:29:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Megan heard him go up to his study and it infuriated her. He hadn't even had the decency to talk to her first, he didn't want to hear her side of it, she was just wrong. Rather than go upstairs as she'd been told to, she grabbed her own car keys and headed outside and got in, she could always deal with him later. As she started down the driveway though, she stopped and parked the car again. Avoiding him now would probably only make things much worse later, though how it could be worse than this she didn't know, she didn't want to know.<br><br>She walked back into the house and upstairs, though she didn't bother to make a trip to the kitchen for the stool either. She was only going up there to talk. She wasn't going to yell, she would keep her temper in check, well as long as he did, and they would discuss this like adults. That was her intent, she also held very little hope for that, but she would at least try.<br><br>Without knocking she walked into the study. Whatever level of bravado she felt left her as soon as she got a good look at him again and she wondered if he knew how intimidating he could look.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Marks</strong> on <strong>28-04-2010, 18:04:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He looked up at her and one eyebrow lifted as if to say "Well, where's the stool?"<br><br>He stood up behind his desk and sighed.<br><br>"I expect you think you can talk your way out of this.&nbsp; <br>Your argument is that your Lawyer has not done his job properly and that gives you free reign to speak to him any way you like.<br>That isn't going to wash with me Megan and unless you've got something else to say in your defence then you'd better keep your mouth shut and do as you're told.<br><br>You've left the stool downstairs but that doesn't matter.&nbsp; We can make alternative arrangements."<br><br>He sat down in the centre of the old-fashioned, brown-leather couch.<br><br>"Come and lie across my lap."&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>28-04-2010, 20:46:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I don't have an argument, what I have is a valid point. The fact that I'm his client means I can talk to him however I like, however, as he's your friend, I will make an effort to be more tolerable to his short comings in the future"<br><br>As far as Megan was concerned, that was a huge consession on her part, and one she was only willing to make because she wanted to live peacefully with Jack. She didn't care that she was rude to the lawyer, he'd deserved it and she wasn't the least bit sorry about it. Yes, she knew what Jack had said the other day about speaking with respect to other adults, but why should she respect someone, or speak respectfully to them when they didn't show her any?<br><br>She didn't move to go across his lap as he'd just told her to, the fact that he had said it had her in shock. He couldn't be serious. But she knew he was, he'd proved the other day that he wasn't bluffing when it came to her following his rules, but that didn't make any of this any easier to accept.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Marks</strong> on <strong>30-04-2010, 18:57:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Here's the rule- you mustn't speak disrespectfully to others- it doesn't matter what they have done or what their station in life.&nbsp; &nbsp;You speak respectfully to others at all times.<br><br>You broke the rule.&nbsp; You take the consequence.&nbsp; Unless you'd rather we got rid of the rules altogether.&nbsp; In which case..."<br><br>He shrugged and patted his lap.<br><br>His heart was pounding- he couldn't believe he was doing this.&nbsp; To have her body pressed against his while he punished her- he bit his tongue and tried to control himself.&nbsp; His desire for her was too strong to ignore now and he desperately wanted to have her, to dominate and control her.<br><br>The pain helped him to stay focussed but he was on the edge of his reason.&nbsp; His brain kept telling him that this was wrong, that this shouldn't happen and yet it was what he wanted more than anything.<br><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>30-04-2010, 19:22:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				This wasn't happening again, it couldn't be. In her entire life no one had ever dared to raise a hand to her, now twice in the same week he was going to spank her as if she were a child? It was bad enough to have to bend over that stool the last time, but now, like this? She could feel her heart beating in her chest again louder than any drum.<br><br>To say she had butterflies in her stomach was an understatement, and an entire host of other feelings that she still didn't quite understand. There was nothing pleasurable about this, it was humiliating and painful, but she couldn't help the warmth that spread over her as she stood there debating what to do. <br><br>The logistics of this had her biting her lip a bit. She had no idea anything could have been more embarrassing than the other day, but he kept proving to her there were more and more ways to make her feel that. She put one of her knees on the sofa next to him before leaning over his lap, telling herself this wasn't really happening as she did.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Marks</strong> on <strong>30-04-2010, 22:51:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He felt her warm body settle over his thighs and he bit his lip as he prepared himself to administer her punishment.<br><br>"I warned you last time," he said in a low voice made husky with desire, "that the second spanking would be worse than the first.&nbsp; If this has to happen a third time, then I will focus on other parts of your body too."<br><br>His hands settled onto her bottom- firmly pressing her body down onto his lap and enjoying the feeling of her firm flesh.&nbsp; &nbsp;The green dress she was wearing felt soft and he longed to flip it up and see what she was wearing underneath, but he forced himself to wait.<br><br>Instead he took her wrist firmly and twisted it up behind her back so that he could hold her steady and stop her from pulling away.<br><br>Then without further discussion he struck her bottom firmly half a dozen times- delighting in the way her flesh responded to his touch, enjoying the way she whimpered and moved against him as he did so.&nbsp; After that his hard fingers massaged her buttocks again before delivering another 6 hard swats.&nbsp; <br><br>Then he stopped, his hand slowly squeezing her bottom- but if she thought he was finished she was sorely mistaken for he was just getting started.<br><br>"Now Megan," he said softly into her ear, "you're going to ask me to lift your skirt and spank you over your panties because of the way you spoke to Mr Roper."<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>01-05-2010, 05:05:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Megan didn't want to know what he meant about focusing on other parts of her body, but she was going to damn well make sure there wasn't a third time for this. The fact that it was happening now was still a shock, even more of a shock was how she had just given in, barely put up a fight at all. What did that mean?<br><br>Why he had pinned her arm to her back became apparent after the first few slaps and she would have&nbsp; tried to reach back to protect herself. He had told her the last time he was being lenient and now she saw that he wasn't lying. She couldn't help moving about a bit, though given her position she was trying to keep still for she knew what would happen if the friction continued. Her thoughts were only interrupted by the second set of slaps. She had thought he was done after that, it had been somewhere around a dozen slaps like the last time and she was more than ready for this to be over.<br><br>"no, Jack please, you cant do that, please"<br><br>But he could do that, and she also knew he would do that. Drawing it out wasn't going to make it any easier, but the thought of him raising her skirt, looking at her like that was too much. The fact that being this close to him, this intimately close was slightly arousing had all been but forgotten when he'd said that.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Marks</strong> on <strong>01-05-2010, 19:33:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It is you who breaks the rules.&nbsp; I can and I will do this unless you say no.&nbsp; Do you want to finish our relationship?" he asked running his hand down the back of her legs and slipping it under her skirt.<br><br>His hot hand slid up the back of her thigh under her skirt until it came to rest on the seat of her panties.<br>He could feel the heat radiating from her skin.&nbsp; Her ass must have been a light shade of pink already and he'd barely got started.<br><br>"Megan," he said more softly, "I... I really care about you. But if you want our relationship to grow then its going to have to be like this.&nbsp; Take me or leave me.&nbsp; I wont force anything on you but I can't bear to be near you and not... take charge."<br><br>He paused.&nbsp; Perhaps he'd said too much, revealed too much of the twisted desire that was growing in his heart for her.&nbsp; He expected her to pull away, to kick off his lap and to slap his face.<br>Hell he deserved it.&nbsp; This wasn't just a spanking for doing something wrong.&nbsp; He had his hand up her skirt for goodness sake.&nbsp; <br><br>He loosened his grip on her wrist and started to slide his hand out from under her skirt.<br><br>"Just say the word and I'll never bother you again." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>01-05-2010, 23:01:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He would too, she could tell the sincerity in his voice. He would leave her be, and she was pretty certain given the circumstances, she would be able to do so with her inheritance in tact as well. So why hadn't she gotten up the very second he relaxed his grip on her?<br><br>The way he was running his hand up her leg, it had been relaxing, soothing even. She liked it more than she should have, she knew it was wrong, this had been her mothers husband, but it was hard to think when his hand felt so warm and soft, in contrast to how hard it had been when it was hitting her. <br><br>What was she supposed to do now? She didn't want him to 'never bother her again', she cared about him even if she didn't always show it. Though the thoughts and feelings she'd had when she was this close to him, pressed up against him were making it hard to think straight. Megan knew she didn't want a harder spanking, she didn't want to be humiliated by having to ask him to lift her skirt, but more than all of that, she didn't want to disappoint him, to have him leave, to not have him this close to her. It was wrong, it had to be wrong to think this way, but it was there nonetheless.<br><br>She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, her voice was barely above a whisper. She couldn't believe she was about to do this, and yet anticipated it at the same time.<br><br>"Jack, please.....lift my skirt" she couldn't bring herself to say the rest, but it was a start.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Marks</strong> on <strong>02-05-2010, 00:19:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her words were enough- he did not ask her for more. <br><br>She felt his body relax beneath her- and his hand dropped to the hem of her skirt.&nbsp; Slowly he raised it, lifted it up over the curves of her thighs.<br><br>He was surprised that she hadn't rejected him.&nbsp; For a second their futures had balanced on a knife edge.&nbsp; One way separation and the other... who knew what lay down this route?<br><br>As he bared her body, he admired the smooth creamy flesh being revealed to him.&nbsp; Sure he'd seen her in a swimming costume dozens of times but this was different.&nbsp; <br><br>His breath caught in his throat as he saw the hem of her panties- the flesh beside it slightly pink from his attention.&nbsp; Then he lifted it up fully and pulled it right up her back so that her entire backside was exposed to his hungry eyes- then tucked it under her arm so it would not fall down.<br><br>Jack, lost in the hypnotic view of her rear, traced his finger along the hem of her panties- toying with the idea of pulling them down and spanking her bare flesh.&nbsp; <br><br>No.&nbsp; Not yet.&nbsp; They weren't ready to cross that threshold yet. Once they did there would be no going back.<br><br>He looked down at her panties and allowed his eyes to devour her soft curves.<br><br>He'd never been more excited, more alive than this.&nbsp; This dangerous, taboo encounter thrilled him beyond any previous relationship.&nbsp; Was it just lust or was there something more?&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>He stroked his fingers along the hem of her panties again and then moved his hand down to rest over the fullest, fleshiest part of her bottom.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>02-05-2010, 04:17:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				There were so many thoughts and feelings whirling around in her mind. This was different than how it had started, this wasn't Jack her stepfather, this was Jack, a man that she didn't realized she knew next to nothing about and was giving her so many strange and conflicting feelings.<br><br>She felt the chill as he raised the back of her dress. Her mind wandered back to the morning when she was dressing for meeting him at the mall. She had wanted to feel good, and for her to feel good she had to look good from the skin out. Megan almost always coordinated her look. She had worn underneath her clothes a pair of satin green panties that had a layer of black lace around the edging with a bra to match it. She hadn't intended for him to see any of it, not the material itself, not the way it stretched over her, framing her body. She had known she looked good, and therefore felt good. Never did she think if he were to see it, it would be from this position.<br><br>When she felt his hand settle into one spot, she could feel her breathing come a little quicker. There was such a mixture of fear from what she knew he would do, desire from somewhere she didn't know and she had to resist the urge to look back over her shoulder at him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Marks</strong> on <strong>02-05-2010, 18:11:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Wow she looked good- those cute little green and black lacy panties were not what he had been expecting at all.<br>He wondered whether her bra matched and whether if he pulled up her dress any more he might find out- then dismissed it from his mind.<br><br><br>He lifted his hand back and then brought it down on the right cheek.&nbsp; Then struck again a little to the left- overlapping his palm with the previous strike.&nbsp; His third strike moved a little to the left again- <br>SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT from one side of her bottom across to the other. <br><br>The way her firm rear jiggled and shook with each pat had him biting his tongue with delight- this time the pain couldn't overcome his excitement and he felt himself becoming aroused- would she feel it? Pressing against her stomach?&nbsp; What would she say or do?<br><br>He paused and stroked over her backside for a moment then unleashed another volley of strokes- this time focusing on the join between buttock and thigh.&nbsp; The lace tickled his hand as he struck and he squeezed his thighs together- trapping himself between them.<br><br>Pausing again he released her arm from behind her back and took his left hand down to her butt.&nbsp; Hooking a thumb under one side of her panties and his fingers into the other side he pulled and drew them tight up between her butt cheeks.&nbsp; As the fabric was yanked away from the edge the flesh of her buttocks was revealed- bright red and sore, contrasting sharply with the pale flesh of her thighs.<br><br>He pulled the fabric tighter- right up into the cleft of her bottom and held it there before delivering six more swats directly to her bare flesh- three on the left and three on the right.<br><br>Then he let her go.<br><br>"Go and stand in the corner, face the wall and lift your dress up," he ordered.&nbsp; His tone said that he would tolerate no arguments.<br>"And don't adjust your underwear- leave it exactly like it is now."<br><br>He needed a drink. This was too much for him to handle.&nbsp; What they were doing was not normal, not acceptable.&nbsp; He watched her walk over to the corner and fished out the three quarters empty whisky bottle from his desk.&nbsp; He unscrewed the cap and took a swig.&nbsp; The harsh liquor burned his throat but he felt the desire he had for Megan intensify.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>02-05-2010, 21:15:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The difference between this and when he had spanked her over her jeans was huge. She felt every much more acutely and it didn't take very long at all before she was squirming and trying to muffle any cries from pain. The more she squirmed about, the more she could tell that he was getting aroused from what he was doing. Either it was the view, or the control that he was liking, she couldn't say and the longer he went at it, the less she was able to think about it.<br><br>She tried in vain to stop him when he started raising the edges of her panties up, exposing her skin to him. For a moment when he put his fingers into the bands of them, she thought he was going to pull them down, she sighed a brief sigh of relief that he hadn't. <br><br>When he finally stopped, Megan realized she was just a moment away from tears from it all. She didn't need to be told twice when he told her to stand in the corner, as she was eager to get off of his lap and away from his harsh hand. <br><br>Standing in the corner, she held the dress up as instructed with one hand, the other she used to try to rub some of the sting out, though she imagined that was giving quite the view. She wasn't sure how she felt about what had just happened, what she had noticed about his reaction, and the fact that the heat she felt from her backside was now spreading to her stomach and down between her thighs. No, she couldn't have been turned on by this, it wasn't possible.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Marks</strong> on <strong>02-05-2010, 21:29:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jack sat in the large leather chair beside his desk and lifted the phone.&nbsp; He dialled and waited.<br>While he waited, he swivelled his chair so that he could take in the view.<br><br>"Move your hand away from your bottom," he instructed. "You can rub it when we're done."<br><br>The phone rang through.<br><br>"Mr Roberts please...<br><br>Yes I've spoken to Megan and she's very sorry that she spoke to you that way.<br><br>Yes I'm sure that it wont happen again.&nbsp; The next time you fail in your responsibilities to her you will be answering to me.&nbsp; <br><br>How dare you say that. She's not just a girl.&nbsp; She is your client and you will do whatever the trust indicates that you do.&nbsp; On time.&nbsp; Without excuse.&nbsp; And that you treat her with the respect that you expect from her.<br><br>I suggest that you make sure her money is in her account by tomorrow morning otherwise I'll be looking for a new law firm for my company.<br><br>Yes do that."&nbsp; He replaced the phone.<br><br>Not once had he raised his voice above speaking but every word had been so full of fury.<br><br><br><br>Then there was silence for a few minutes.<br><br>Finally he spoke again.<br><br>"Megan, if someone upsets you or does something you don't like then I'd like you to come to me.&nbsp; I'll make sure that they regret their actions.&nbsp; But never disrespect another person again or I'll have your panties down and I'll spank your bare behind."<br><br>He put his hand on her shoulder and turned her around then enfolded her in his arms and held her tightly.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>02-05-2010, 21:55:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Megan couldn't believe her ears. He was defending her, he was taking her side in something she had felt strongly about. Of everything she had thought about him or expected from him, she hadn't expected that. <br><br>Suddenly the pain she felt from her punishment was replaced with someone else entirely and this time she was completely unable to stop the tears from coming a bit.<br><br>It had confused her as well. Had he thought she was wrong, or the lawyer was wrong? It was clear to her that she understood so very little of Jack, even though she'd known him for years. <br><br>When he held her in his arms, she leaned up against him and wrapped her own arms around his waist. She realized she felt something new for him in that moment when he had taken her part. He'd punished her for breaking his rules, but then turned around and still took up for her, no one had ever done that before and it overwhelmed her more than a little. <br><br>"I'm sorry, I'll do better, I promise"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Marks</strong> on <strong>03-05-2010, 00:03:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He lifted her tear streaked face and smiled.<br><br>"You're forgiven," he said softly then added, "you know I like you just like this- hot headed, fiery and imperfect.&nbsp; Don't change for me."<br><br>He almost apologised for spanking her- for dealing out punishment that went beyond reprimand and into his own pleasure.&nbsp; Almost... she could tell he was about to say something more but didn't.<br><br>Instead he leant down and kissed her gently on the lips.&nbsp; <br><br>"You'd better go and sit on some frozen peas." He disentangled himself from her and pulled her skirt down again to cover her panties.<br><br>He smiled awkwardly and stepped away.&nbsp; The moment was slipping away.<br><br>He longed to tell her how lonely he was- how he wished for her to get closer to him to know him and love him.<br>A glance at the whisky bottle. Desperation.<br><br>"I'm going to leave my door open tonight."<br><br>The words hung heavily in the air.&nbsp; It sounded stupid.<br><br>"I... er.." his normally confident air evaporated for a second.<br><br>"I just want you to know that I'm here for you at any time."<br><br>He turned back to his desk- his brusque business like manner returning- the walls going back up.<br>Let her figure out what he meant. Hell- he didn't even know.<br><br>"I'll see you at about 8 for dinner."&nbsp; It was a statement not a question.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>03-05-2010, 02:24:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Megan was disappointed when he released her from his arms. She felt warm and safe there, she loved the feeling of it. What was going on between them? One thing was for certain, there was nothing remotely parental in the way he was holding her, the way he lightly brushed his lips against hers or the way he'd said his door would be open.<br><br>Was that an invitation? Did he think she would go to him in the night, and if she did, then what? She hadn't missed the way he'd looked at the bottle of whiskey. It seemed to her that he was trying to drown out whatever it was he was feeling. She was grieving as much if not more than he was, but she was pretty certain drinking to excess wasn't the way to go about moving on. Of course, he never got good and drunk that she could tell, but still.<br><br>She went back up to her room for a while to lay down and think about everything. Their perfect afternoon of coffee and shopping had turned to a disaster, but he said they would have dinner together at eight, so perhaps they could try again. She made a note to go downstairs around seven so she could order something in for them as he didn't mention going out.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Marks</strong> on <strong>03-05-2010, 12:06:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				By the time 7 came, the house was already full of the delicious aroma of salmon.<br><br>If she'd gone down, she would have found Jack in the kitchen working hard to prepare his speciality- Salmon en croute.<br>A bottle of white wine was already cooling in the ice bucket and the table was laid for two.<br><br>However when she emerged from her room she would find a stunning dress hanging up just outside.<br>(http://images.teamsugar.com/files/usr/0/3987/jcplacedress.png)<br><br>A sticky note stuck to the dress read<br><br>'I'm sorry your afternoon of shopping didn't turn out the way it should have.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>I bought this on impulse this morning for you.<br><br>Jack&nbsp; x'<br><br>Jack was in the kitchen whistling happily to himself.<br>The whisky bottle was in the bin in the bathroom- the contents down the sink. <br><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>03-05-2010, 16:20:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Megan was about to head downstairs to order dinner when she saw the dress hanging in her doorway. She read the note and was ridiculously touched. It was the sweetest gesture, though again, she wondered how appropriate it was. Then again, none of their actions today had been what she would have called appropriate and it seemed by the moment, she was seeing him less and less like her stepfather. In fact, she barely saw him that way at all now. <br><br>She took the dress and changed into it, doing a little twirl in front of her floor length mirror in her room. She chose simple silver and onyx jewelry to accent it.&nbsp; A choker for her neck, silver drops from her ears, simple but elegant and they complimented the dress very well.<br><br>She had always thought all he saw when he looked at her was a ditz with a credit card, but she was starting to think he saw a good deal more of her. It pleased her that he did, though she couldn't exactly say why. Downstairs she smelled the food cooking before she got to the kitchen. He was making them dinner? <br><br>"This smells wonderful"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Marks</strong> on <strong>03-05-2010, 19:02:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He paused for a moment in between peeling and chopping veg to admire her.<br><br>"You look sensational," he said with a twinkle in his eye that she hadn't seen for months.<br><br>The fact that she was wearing the dress told him that she wasn't angry with him for disciplining her, that she had accepted it and the change in their relationship.<br><br>He wasn't sure what the change was yet- and what it would mean.&nbsp; He was determined to carefully explore how she felt about him but he wasn't about to rush anything.<br><br>He served the fish with a mouthwatering array of fresh steamed greens- mange tout, green beans, broccoli and a dish of carrots with a knob of butter melting over them.<br><br>He poured her a glass of ridiculously overpriced wine from a vineyard in France and then sat opposite her.<br><br>After a few bites and a glass of wine he spoke again,<br>"This may be our last evening meal together for a couple of days," he said with an air of regret.<br>"One of my businesses seems to be struggling and I'm going to have to go and meet with the board to decide on a course of action.&nbsp; Its not a serious concern but my presence is unavoidable.<br>My plane leaves at 6am tomorrow.&nbsp; I'll be back before the end of the week."<br><br>He sighed deeply.<br><br>"I... Look I don't know what's going on between us Megan but I know I'm going to miss you like crazy while I'm away.&nbsp; I know its a bad time to go and I'm sorry but there's nothing I can do."<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>03-05-2010, 19:13:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The food was delicious and she certainly noticed something different about him, though she couldn't tell exactly what that was. He just seemed different. <br><br>Her entire face seemed to fall when he said he would be gone a few days and was leaving practically before the sun came up the next day. She realized she was going to miss him more than she could say. It was a bad time for him to, things were so up in the air between them, they were only just starting to understand each other and now he would be gone. Would whatever was developing there be gone when he got back? Or would it stand a little time when it was still so uncertain?<br><br>"I could go with you"<br><br>She doubted he would allow her to go with him as it would mean missing school if he was going to be gone a few days, but she had try right?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Marks</strong> on <strong>03-05-2010, 19:37:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiled with genuine warmth at her offer- then his face fell again.<br><br>"No- your school is important and besides there'd be nothing for you to do.<br>Spend some time with friends your own age.&nbsp; Go out.&nbsp; Have some fun."<br><br>He almost added 'I think its for the best' but he didn't.<br>Truth was he didn't want her to but he wanted what was best for her and perhaps he wasn't it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>03-05-2010, 20:26:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Megan realized she'd have more fun if she had been allowed to go with him, but she wasn't going to argue with him over it and potentially ruin the little time they had left together for a few days. She hadn't actually expected him to say yes considering he'd already let her know he deemed her schoolwork important. <br><br>"Well, I'll miss you while you're gone"<br><br>She blushed a bit as she said it, knowing it was the truth and knowing it wasn't just because she was used to having him around. A more mischievous side of her was tempted to ask if she still had a ten at night curfew while he was gone, but thought better of it. She'd find something to do to occupy her time while he was away.<br><br>"If your plane leaves at six, I guess you're going to be turning in pretty early then hmm?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Marks</strong> on <strong>03-05-2010, 20:51:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I am," he smiled seeing her blush.<br><br>What was he thinking.&nbsp; She needed a man her own age and though he desired her and wanted her so much he cared for her deeply too.&nbsp; <br><br>He finished his fish and leant back in his chair.<br><br>"You look stunning in that dress," he said deliberately not talking about his bed, "I knew you would."<br><br>His smile held more than a hint of sadness.&nbsp; Was he mad to try and cool this relationship off?&nbsp; Would another man just take control- dominating her personality without her consent.&nbsp; Maybe.&nbsp; He'd always been obsessed with the rules, with doing what was right.&nbsp; <br><br>Leaving her- giving her space to think.&nbsp; It was right.<br>Letting her distance herself from him.&nbsp; It was right.<br><br>He looked into her eyes- her beautiful eyes.<br>Why did it feel wrong?<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>03-05-2010, 21:07:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Thank you, you have excellent taste"<br><br>Megan wasn't exactly sure if she was speaking about the dress any longer, or if she had meant his taste because he had been showing a growing interest in her. <br><br>The rest of dinner seemed to go by in a quiet blur. She wasn't sure what was weighing on his mind, but it seemed to her he was having second thoughts about getting closer to her. Was that why he was going out of town? Did he even actually have business to see to? She hoped so, she would hate to think that he would lie to her after having such a strong reaction to her own lies. No, he wouldn't lie to her, she was sure of that. She really couldn't remember a time when he had lied to her, even if the truth wasn't what she'd wanted to hear. <br><br>Megan found it harder and harder to keep eye contact with him, for she was afraid that he thought she was just a stupid child with a crush. She didn't want to see that if its what he thought. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Marks</strong> on <strong>03-05-2010, 21:18:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				After dinner he stacked the dishwasher and said goodnight.&nbsp; She seemed a little down and he felt awful.<br>Just before he went up he took her hand and held it firmly.<br>"Its just a few days.&nbsp; I'm sure you'll find plenty to amuse yourself with while I'm gone.&nbsp; Stay out of trouble and call me if you need anything."<br><br>His earlier words, that he would leave his door open, weighed on his mind.<br><br>As he prepared himself for bed and packed his case, he shook off the thought and concentrated on his work over the next few days.&nbsp; He did have to visit his company- and he would probably have to fire more than one person before the end of the trip.&nbsp; The timing had been perfect.&nbsp; <br><br>As he stared into the mirror while he cleaned his teeth he hoped that she wouldn't see this as a rejection,<br>or that he didn't think much of her.&nbsp; The sad look on her face was as much as he could bare.<br><br>He slipped on his silk pyjama trouser and went to close the door to his room.<br>Then he stopped- left it open and slipped into his bed. <br><br>Despite his troubled thoughts it wasn't long before he drifted off to sleep.<br><br>His plane tickets were on the bedside cabinet.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>03-05-2010, 21:49:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It was one in the morning and Megan was sitting up in her bed completely unable to sleep. She got out of bed no less than three times, walked down the hall to his room, and walked back to her own. The first time she went, she realized the cute checkered pajama pants with a tank top wasn't quite the look she wanted to have if and when she went to his bed. <br><br>She stripped the clothes off of her and pulled out a sky blue silk camisol that went down to the floor and hugged her body on every curve. It had a white lace trim and the back was small thin straps of material with most of her back exposed, and absolutely nothing underneath. She brushed out her hair so it hung neatly at her shoulders and dabbed on some lip gloss. She knew she looked amazing, now all she had to do was get up the nerve to go to him. <br><br>The door to his bedroom creaked open and she was certain he'd wake. When he didn't she entered the room and walked up to the bed. He looked so peaceful. Maybe he hadn't really meant to imply she could come to his room in the night to be with him but was...well she didn't know, but not that. <br><br>She was about to leave when she spotted the plane ticket on the bedside table. She looked at it and contemplated taking it and throwing it out so he couldn't go. No, that was selfish and it would hurt his work, she couldn't do that to him, not to mention she had a feeling he'd be beyond angry if she did.<br><br>Leaning down, she kissed his forehead before she went back to her own room, knowing he would be gone when she woke in the morning.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Marks</strong> on <strong>03-05-2010, 22:00:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Waking up the following morning, the first thing he did was roll over and look at his tickets.<br><br>Still there.&nbsp; She hadn't taken them, she hadn't come to him.<br><br>He tried to tell himself that it was all for the best.<br><br>Five minutes later and he was shaving in the mirror when he noticed a faint pink smudge on his head.<br>Was that lipstick?&nbsp; <br><br>His heart was pounding hard in his chest- he could almost hear it.&nbsp; She had come but had second thoughts.<br><br>He dressed quickly and went down.&nbsp; As he passed her door he paused- his hand raised to knock.<br><br>Slowly he lowed his hand and turned away.<br><br>10 minutes later and he was in the car on the way to the airport.<br><br>He had left her a note<br><br>"Megan,<br><br>I've asked Maria to cook for you this week- can't have the house burning down while I've gone.<br><br>I'm going to miss you more than you know.<br><br>If I get a chance to go shopping I'll bring you something back.<br><br>Text me- tell me what you'd like.<br><br>Jack&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;x"<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>03-05-2010, 22:51:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Why not Megan, he's gone for the entire week"<br><br>"Because I don't want a bunch of drunken idiots roaming around my house and breaking stuff"<br><br>"But these are college guys, what is wrong with you?"<br><br>What was wrong with her? She didn't really care if people ran around her house or not, she was hesitating because she knew that Jack wouldn't be pleased if she threw a party while he was gone. That had never bothered her before, in fact, two years ago she'd thrown a similar party while he and her mother were gone, simply because he'd told her not to. <br><br>But she was looking at him in a different light now. She didn't want him to be disappointed in her, she had promised him she'd try harder, and she intended to keep it.<br><br>Then again, she wasn't a saint either, just because she refused to have the party in her house, didn't mean she wouldn't go out and party. <br><br>She had texted him earlier in the day asking him how the trip was going so far and that she missed him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Marks</strong> on <strong>04-05-2010, 00:07:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sitting in the endless hell of meeting after meeting Jack turned the text over in his mind.<br>There was nothing there that suggested she was anything other than a fond step-daughter.<br>He sighed.&nbsp; Perhaps he'd been hasty in reading into the lipstick. Perhaps he'd been mistaken.<br>He'd been so desperate for a sign.<br><br>He texted her back<br><br>"It's a complicated situation but its slowly unravelling.<br>I miss you too.&nbsp; See you soon."<br><br>Too impersonal.<br><br>He tried to cancel it but hit send instead.<br><br>Oh well.&nbsp; What's done is done.<br><br><br>He thought about the two things he'd bought the morning he'd arrived.<br><br>A bottle of perfume.&nbsp; Dull but if they'd cooled off when he got back that's all she'd get.<br><br>The sexy french knickers and bra he'd seen in the window of a store.&nbsp; <br>(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vc3hb38eT5Q/SOfm5m9yFVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kJ3y3vMN1SY/s1600-R/img_french_knickers.jpg)<br><br>He'd bought them, then immediately felt foolish.&nbsp; He had planned on throwing them into the trash but instead he packed the gift wrapped item into his case.&nbsp; Deciding to let himself dream a while longer he told himself that he would throw them away when he got home.<br><br>He wondered what she was doing - then caught himself acting like a love struck teenager and focussed instead on who to fire for messing up his business.<br><br>By the time he came to catch his flight home a couple of days later he'd put the two gifts completely out of his mind.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>04-05-2010, 19:11:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Over the next few days Megan wondered how Jacks business trip was going. He'd only called her one other time during the week and she'd missed the call. She'd texted him a couple of times but it had been rather generic. Maybe she had read something that simply wasn't there. It was good they had a few days apart so she could clear her mind and figure out just what the hell she'd been thinking. <br><br>For the most part, she'd followed his rules even though he wasn't there. She didn't strictly adhere to a curfew, for she thought the one he gave her was ridiculously early for her age. She didn't skip out on her classes and hadn't had any more run ins with her incompetent lawyer. <br><br>By the time Friday night came around though, she was ready to blow off some steam. She ended up leaving right after school into the city with a few of her friends. They got dinner, had a few drinks and before she knew what the hell she was thinking, she ended up getting a small tattoo on her hip. It was a sure sign that she and drinking in excess mixed well. She remembered the fight she and her mother had several times when she'd wanted to get one, it was one of the few things she hadn't indulged Megan in. <br><br>She wondered what Jack would think of it, then wondered if she would even tell him about it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Marks</strong> on <strong>04-05-2010, 20:55:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jack's return flight touched down early on Friday evening and his chauffeur took him home directly.<br><br>He called Megan from the air twice but she wasn't answering her phone.&nbsp; Immediately he started to worry.<br><br>Even though it was early he sat in the lounge anxiously thinking about her.&nbsp; Was she ok?&nbsp; <br><br>He wished he'd called sooner and cursed himself for his distance.<br><br>"If anything's happened to her, I'll never forgive myself," he said as he paced up and down.<br><br>He called her phone again but it went straight to answer.&nbsp; He listened to her voice recording and left a message- his third.<br><br>"Megan, can you call me please.&nbsp; I'm home."<br><br>"I'll leave it until ten." he told himself, "then I'll start calling the hospitals."<br><br>The realisation hit him.&nbsp; He didn't know any of her friends, where she went or what she liked to do. <br><br>To pass the time he unloaded his case into the laundry room carelessly leaving both wrapped gifts lying on the side.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>04-05-2010, 21:12:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				By the time Megan and her friends got back to the train station, having decided none of them wanted to drive while drinking, they had missed the eight thirty train that would have gotten her back early enough, though why she wanted to be back by ten she left out of the conversation. She checked her phone outside and saw she had a few missed calls and heard the message from Jack. She hadn't realized his flight was coming in today. <br><br>She called his phone and it went straight to voice mail, so she figured he was on another call.<br><br>"Jack, Its Megan. I'm sorry I missed your call had really bad cell reception. I went into the city with some friends after school and we missed our train back so I might be home later than ten, I'm sorry. I'll see you later"<br><br>That was going to have to be good enough, and if it wasn't, there was nothing she could do about it now. At least she called.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Marks</strong> on <strong>04-05-2010, 21:38:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jack put down the phone from the hospital and immediately it bleeped giving him her message.<br>He sighed and slumped into a chair.<br><br>Why had he gotten so frantic?&nbsp; &nbsp;He was being completely unreasonable.<br><br>He thought about pretending that he hadn't got her message.&nbsp; He imagined bending her over his desk and tugging her knickers down to her ankles before spanking her bottom until it was bright red.&nbsp; <br>The thought of her little pussy peeking out at him from between her cheeks was more than enough to get his pulse racing.<br><br>No.&nbsp; That would be unfair and dishonest- even so the fantasy lingered in his mind for a few minutes.<br>Problems happen to everyone and he couldn't go punishing her for things outside her control. <br><br>He took a cool shower and got ready for bed then texted her,<br><br>"Thank you Megan,&nbsp; I was worried about you.<br>See you soon."<br><br>He stretched for a moment- he was aching from the long flight and had not exercised properly in days.<br>Grabbing a towel, he headed down to the pool.&nbsp; The outdoor heated pool was dark and inviting.<br>She wouldn't be back for ages.<br><br>He stripped off his silk pyjama trousers and slipped into the water.&nbsp; The cool water lapped over his body and he launched himself off from the edge to begin a brisk thirty lengths.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>04-05-2010, 22:18:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It was almost midnight by the time Megan got home. She figured since she'd called and said she'd be late, she had a little extra time to kill with her friends, and it would give her more time for the booze to leave her system. She just knew if she walked in with alcohol on her breath or walking out of sorts, that Jack would flip, and the last thing she wanted or needed was to be punished again. <br><br>The house was quiet and dark when she came in. She saw Jack's travel bag by the stairs, though she was surprised he hadn't fully unpacked when he got home, he was always so meticulous about everything. It was a good trait and an annoying one at times as he expected everyone else to be the same, a stark contrast to her rather disorganized manner. <br><br>She peeked into his room and found he was already asleep. She was a little disappointed she didn't get to see him, but just as well, this way she would be fresh and clear headed when she did see him. She went back to her room and wrote out a quick note asking if they could have lunch together since it was Saturday and left it on his bedside table before heading off to sleep herself.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Marks</strong> on <strong>04-05-2010, 23:56:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When&nbsp; he awoke, he was pleased to read her note.<br><br>There was something pleasing about her coming into his room at night.&nbsp; He wondered what she'd thought- then hoped he hadn't been snoring.<br><br>He dressed in his running clothes, and headed downstairs.&nbsp; The house was quiet.&nbsp; Megan must still be asleep.<br><br>Running felt good- as it always did.&nbsp; The feel of moving his body quickly- raising his pulse- the rhythm of his shoes striking the pavement.<br><br>By the time he got back to the house though something was nagging at his mind- when he realised what it was he raced in and headed straight to the laundry room- he needed to collect the two presents- and give Megan the perfume but not the underwear.&nbsp; What had he been thinking!<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>05-05-2010, 04:26:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Megan woke after she heard Jack leave for his morning run. She felt a little hung over from the night before and her hip was aching from the fresh tattoo. What the hell had she been thinking? She needed to head to the store to pick up a few things to clean and care for it, since she had it, might as well keep it up right. <br><br>She wrote out another note for Jack, and left it on the door to his closet where she knew he'd head to when he got dressed for the day. She simply wrote the name of a restaurant and a time with a smiling face underneath it. It was early that she had plenty of time to do her errands and meet him for lunch. <br><br>She dressed fairly casual in a blue wrap around sun dress with a silver belt. She chose her accessories to match it and had picked up just that morning shoes that were the perfect match with a short heel. She had straightened her hair so it fell perfectly to her shoulders. It was a fresh look that was trying to hold on to the last bits of warm weather and summertime.<br><br>By the time she got the restaurant she felt a thousand times better. Her head was cleared, her mood was good, she hadn't told off any of his friends this morning so she was pretty certain that the lunch would go smoothly and&nbsp; they could really start spending some quality time together, something she'd never wanted to do in the past, and realizing now what a mistake that had been.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Marks</strong> on <strong>05-05-2010, 20:20:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He was a bit grumpy when he saw the note- he'd hoped she wanted breakfast with him but at least she hadn't found the two gifts.<br><br>Taking one upstairs he put it away in his chest of drawers- still wrapped before spending the morning reading and doing some light paperwork.&nbsp; Then he went down to the garage and took his own car to the city to meet Megan.<br><br>He arrived punctually and saw Megan waiting.&nbsp; She looked stunning as usual and he felt glad that he'd put on his favourite tailored shirt- which happened to be a light blue.<br><br>He smiled warmly at her and handed his keys to the parking assistant- then wandered up the steps.<br><br>Despite the sunshine and being with Megan- he felt a wave of anxiety rise through his gut.&nbsp; How would she be?&nbsp; <br><br>"Hi Megan," he said, "I missed you at breakfast- I guess you were out pretty late?"<br><br>His tone was light and jovial but he didn't really want to talk about this with her- still what else was there to say?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>05-05-2010, 22:08:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No, not very, but you were asleep when I got in. I'm glad you were free to meet me today, give us another chance to try to spend an afternoon together"<br><br>Why did she feel like she would pass out from nerves? She'd shared plenty of meals with him before, but this was different, this felt almost like a date. No, she couldn't think about him that way, but she did, she was, and she couldn't have helped herself if she'd wanted to. <br><br>"Did all your business dealings go well this past week?"<br><br>She wanted to show an interest in his work, in him in general. It was so easy to fall back and be self absorbed and talk about her own life, but if she wanted to him to view her as something more than a kid, then she had to show that she wanted more. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Marks</strong> on <strong>05-05-2010, 23:42:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It was a difficult situation.&nbsp; Some of the directors were not up to the job.&nbsp; I had to make several hard decisions- but with the plan we've put in place and the people I've arranged to do it, it should be back on track in no time."<br><br>He smiled- was she really interested in his work- it was such a dull subject.<br><br>He allowed his eyes to wander over her torso and down to her hands.<br><br>"Here, it's a bit lame but I got you a little something."<br><br>He handed her the perfume- and thought about the lingerie.&nbsp; <br><br>"So tell me about your friends- I don't know any of them."<br><br>He tried to turn the conversation back to her.&nbsp; His spell of anxiously worrying about her had led him to feel completely out of his depth and now he wanted to find out more about her life.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>06-05-2010, 03:35:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You bought me a present?"<br><br>She was touched, Megan hadn't thought he would actually bring her back something and she thought it was incredibly sweet. Opening the box, she smiled when she saw the perfume inside. It was a light floral scent, the kind she had always favored. Had that been luck? Or did he actually pay attention to things like that and she just hadn't noticed? <br><br>"Thank you, I love it"<br><br>Megan got up from her chair and walked around to his side of the table. She knew it was a little presumptuous but she leaned down and kissed his cheek and gave him a quick hug before she went back to her seat. <br><br>She&nbsp; told him a bit about her friends and school, though she knew that must be boring him senseless, but she was glad that he was taking an interest. Not since her mother died, had Megan felt this much peace or happiness at one time.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Marks</strong> on <strong>06-05-2010, 14:40:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				After a while of talk about her life and his he suddenly had a brain wave.<br><br>"Megan- there's a play I'd love to take you to see tonight- The Taming of the Shrew.<br>Would you like to come with me?&nbsp; We could have an early dinner before then supper afterwards."<br><br>He smiled at her- would she accept?&nbsp; It was hardly painting the town red with her friends but he hoped she would.<br><br>"I'd like to spend a bit more time with you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>06-05-2010, 16:17:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Megan was pretty familiar with the play, having taken a course on Shakespeare at school. For the briefest of moments she wondered if he was trying to imply something with that, like she needed to be tamed. She brushed the thought off, it was a nice offer, to spend the night with him at the theater. <br><br>"I would love that"<br><br>They finished off lunch and lingered over coffee. <br><br>"You know, I&nbsp; think it was a mistake not spending any time together in the past, I'm glad we get to make up for some of that now"<br><br>Though she wasn't looking at him in nearly the same light. She saw him as a man, not a parent. She saw him as someone she finding herself attracted to, though she knew she couldn't act on that, it would be far too wrong, wouldn't it?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Marks</strong> on <strong>07-05-2010, 01:48:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He seemed to sense her hesitation and looked concerned for a brief moment.<br><br>She's just being polite.&nbsp; She doesn't want to see your crummy play.&nbsp; You're too old for her.<br><br>He transformed his face to a smile and said, "I can't wait to see it with you.&nbsp; Its a great play. One of my favourites. I'll drive us in at about 7 ok?"<br><br><br><br>Once they'd parted ways he walked back to his car and happened to go past a jewellers.<br>In the window was a range of stunning diamond jewellery.<br><br>Opening the door he slipped inside and after a brief negotiation headed home.<br><br><br>He was feeling a little down- having read her reaction to him asking her to the play as a polite acceptance rather than a genuine desire to be with him despite her words to the contrary.<br><br>Even so he found it impossible to drop the fantasy that she might feel something for him.&nbsp; He thought back to the spanking he'd given her a few days ago and smiled.&nbsp; That had gone way beyond acceptable behaviour and she hadn't complained.&nbsp; Perhaps though she'd cooled off now as he had given her the chance to.&nbsp; <br><br>Oh he was so mixed up!&nbsp; He wanted her but not if she didn't want him.&nbsp; He wanted what was best for her but accepted that might not be him and at the same time would do anything to sweep her off her feet.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>07-05-2010, 04:34:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				One thing that Megan knew for certain was that when Jack went to the theater, as he and her mother had done often, they had the best seats and always dressed to the nines. After lunch, she hit the department stores until she found the perfect dress and accessories to match.<br><br>Her dress was sleeveless silk that left her back completely bare. It hung to the floor with a design of hand painted pink flowers climbing up the sides. She piled her in an upsweep and let tendrils fall and frame her face. <br><br>She had bought shoes that were black and had the same painted flowers on the toes. When she looked in the mirror, she was amazed at how she looked, she knew the effect added a good five years or so to her age at least.<br><br>Megan chose silver drops for her ears and a matching necklace and bracelet. She felt incredibly sexy and hoped that when Jack saw her, he would see that as well and how eager she was to spend the evening with him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Marks</strong> on <strong>07-05-2010, 18:44:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jack was waiting downstairs in the hall.&nbsp; He filled out his dinner jacket well- his tightly toned physique giving the suit a sense of sexy style.<br><br>When she came down his mouth dropped open.<br><br>"Wow.&nbsp; Just wow!" he said.&nbsp; <br><br>"I have a little something to accessorise that outfit.&nbsp; Would you turn around for a second?"<br><br>His eyes swept over her body and his heart hammered in his chest so loud he was sure she would hear it.<br>She was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen.&nbsp; All thoughts of leaving her alone flew out of his head.<br>He knew that he had to have her.&nbsp; <br><br>The fact that she'd dressed up so fine for him gave him hope that she wanted to attract him- that she wanted to be more than just his ward.&nbsp; Nagging doubts niggled the edge of his consciousness- she's dressing up because that's how she dresses- its not for you.<br><br>He put his hand in his pocket and felt the hard shape of the jewel case.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>07-05-2010, 19:25:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She watched his reaction to how she'd dressed for him and couldn't help but smile. It was exactly the reaction she was hoping for. She finished walking down the stairs and walked up to him. Before she turned around as he'd asked, she took a moment to appraise him as well, and smoothed out his jacket.<br><br>"You didn't have to get me anything"<br><br>The last thing Megan wanted him to think was that she was only interested in him for what he could give her. No, that was ridiculous, once her trust fully kicked in and her inheritance on top of that, she would have as much as he did. She was seeing him in a new light because he was looking at her differently now too. She could feel it every time his eyes were on her. <br><br>He cared for her, she knew that. He cared what kind of person she was going to be, how warm or caring she would be. He wasn't going to allow her to treat people as if she were better than they were, even when she was, and even for that, she found her feelings for him growing. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Marks</strong> on <strong>07-05-2010, 19:47:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Now don't get excited," he said softly in her ear as he placed a necklace around her neck and fastened it- his finger tips brushing her neck as he did so.<br><br>"It's just on loan- but I wanted our first..."&nbsp; he stopped himself from saying date just in time.<br>"...theatre trip to be special.&nbsp; Whatever you do don't lose them!"<br><br>She was facing the hall mirror as he put them on and he watched her reaction.<br>The necklace was incredible- a thick rope of diamonds that encircled her neck fairly snugly- almost chokeresque.<br><br>For a brief moment it felt to him as if he was putting a collar on her.&nbsp; The idea sent a delicious thrill through his being- before he pushed it to the back of his mind.<br><br>"Perfect," he said, "Let's go."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>07-05-2010, 20:44:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It was the most exquisite piece of jewelry she'd ever seen. Immediately she brought her hand to her neck to touch it and moved from side to side to watch the way it sparkled. <br><br>"Its....amazing"<br><br>Idly she wondered how much it had to have cost that he would be able to take it out on loan for the night, really she wasn't even aware that you could do that. You either bought something or you didn't. Though she already knew her hands would be going there all night to make sure it didn't slip off.<br><br>"If I might say, you're looking quite handsome yourself"<br><br>She walked out to the car where the driver was waiting and slid in when the door was opened for her. It was going to be a special night.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Marks</strong> on <strong>07-05-2010, 22:38:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The theatre was packed- opening night.&nbsp; But it was one of those old fashioned ones with boxes for the privileged few.&nbsp; Jack, of course, had his own box.<br><br>The small space had seating for 4 people but it was just the two of them tonight.<br><br>An icebucket with a bottle of champagne and a tray of hors d'oeuvres stood to the side- compliments of the theatre manager.<br><br>He pulled out her chair for her to sit, then drew the curtain shut behind them cutting them off from the private corridor.&nbsp; Below lesser mortals milled about in the stalls- shuffling along the rows to take their seats.&nbsp; Up in the gods it was the same.<br><br>He sat next to her- close enough so that her dress was touching his thigh- he talked about the production, the director, whose work he admired, and about the history of the theatre.&nbsp; Clearly he was excited- <br>"I'm not boring you am I?"&nbsp; He spoke just as the lights went down and the auditorium fell into an expectant hush. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>08-05-2010, 16:11:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Megan listened to the way he spoke about the theater and every aspect of the production. She'd often been invited to attend different shows with him and her mother, but had always refused, preferring to do things she thought of as more worthy of her time. As the play started, she saw what a mistake that had been. <br><br>She immediately became entranced watching the show. It put an entire new light on the play she'd had to read in school and saw it all come to life. Jacks enthusiasm for it was spreading to her as well. It wasn't a conscious movement, but sometime during the first act, she'd rested her hand on his leg while the show went on. When she realized she'd done it, she decided not to move it away, preferring instead to feel the contact with him.<br><br>As the lights came up, Megan leaned over and kissed Jacks cheek.<br><br>"This was wonderful, thank you"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Marks</strong> on <strong>08-05-2010, 20:29:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When she placed her hand on his leg- he felt a tingle of electrified excitement course through him.&nbsp; <br><br>He had been planning the old stretching-to-arm-around-the-girl routine but she'd made the first move.<br>She had made the first move!<br><br>He was thrilled.&nbsp; Then he forced himself back down to earth- was it a casual touch, a friendly move or was there something more?&nbsp; Women! One never knew where one was with them.&nbsp; If a man puts his hand on a ladies leg he definitely means something. <br><br>He sighed inwardly and for the rest of the show could barely focus on the play.&nbsp; The contact with his body was all he had sensation for.<br><br>As the lights came up, Megan leaned over and kissed Jacks cheek.<br><br>"This was wonderful, thank you"<br><br>He smiled and took her hand in his.<br><br>"My pleasure.&nbsp; Seeing a play is always much better if you are sitting beside a stunning woman."<br><br>He leant forward to kiss her- this time on the lips.<br><br>He desperately hoped he hadn't read her touch wrong.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>09-05-2010, 00:31:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The kiss caught her off guard, she hadn't been expecting it. She had thought about it so many times over the past week that it had practically consumed all of her thoughts the week he'd been gone, but the thoughts were nothing compared to how wonderful she felt when he pressed his lips to hers. <br><br>It was so soft and gentle, she brought her hand up to rest on his cheek while the kiss was dragged out. When they finally parted and looked at each other, she knew right then that things between them had changed, and they couldn't take it back if they wanted to, and she didn't think she wanted to.<br><br>The thought did cross her mind that perhaps he was seeing her as a substitute for her mother, but she rejected that, for if there were any truth in that, well she'd rather not think about it. Looking up at him, Megan couldn't think of what would be the right thing to say just then but felt she had to say something, but no words would come to her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Marks</strong> on <strong>09-05-2010, 11:21:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiled and didn't say anything either.<br><br>Instead he stood up and offered her his arm- they strolled back to the foyer.<br>Outside the car was waiting. It was raining hard but he didn't seem to notice.<br><br>He held the door open for her and James, the driver, held and umbrella so that she didn't get wet.<br><br>Inside the car Jack reached out to take her hand.&nbsp; He shot her a look which warned her not to let James see.<br><br>During the journey his mind started to throw up problems: how would others view their relationship; what would happen if it went sour; how would their relationship change now that a romantic element had been introduced.<br><br>The thought of never spanking Megan again was pretty grim.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>10-05-2010, 14:47:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Between the excitement of the night, the champagne she'd drank during the show and then the kiss that had sent her mind into a tailspin, Megan felt like she was floating a bit. In the car, she leaned her head up on his shoulder to rest a bit. She enjoyed the scent of his cologne, the feel of his jacket against her cheek and his hand firmly placed in hers.<br><br>There were so many ways this could and probably would blow up in their faces, and she couldn't seem to care less at the moment. All she knew was she'd never had thoughts or feelings like this towards anyone else before. <br><br>"I think I could fall asleep like this so easily" her voice taking on almost a dreamlike quality to it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Marks</strong> on <strong>10-05-2010, 18:56:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				In the front, James, the chauffeur, raised an eyebrow.&nbsp; Another interesting development.&nbsp; What was the old boy up to?<br><br>The car pulled smoothly into the drive and James opened the door for Megan.<br><br>"Thank you James, I'll see you on Monday."<br><br>Taking Megan's arm Jack led her into the house.&nbsp; Once inside he shut the door and drew Megan into a warm embrace.<br><br>Lifting her chin he looked into her eyes and said,<br>"Are you sure you want to go down this road with me?&nbsp; I'm a difficult man, I'm twice your age, I frequently go abroad on business, I don't enjoy the things you enjoy, I..."<br><br>He paused and stroked her cheek.<br><br>"I can think of a million reasons why we shouldn't be together like this- and only one for us being together."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>10-05-2010, 19:41:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It was almost humorous if he weren't so serious as he spoke. Of course she was aware that he was a difficult man at times, she had lived in the same house with him for years, she fully knew about his traveling and his age was no secret, and yet none of that stopped him from kissing her, none of that stopped him from making her feel as special as she did and want to be with him. It was a little late to read her the warning label.<br><br>"If there's one good reason, then the millions of negatives ones shouldn't matter right?"<br><br>She didn't wait for an answer, she didn't want to give him a chance to talk himself out of it. Oh she knew the million ways and reasons this was so very wrong, and had disaster written all over it, but she couldn't deny what she was feeling, she couldn't deny the very strong reaction her body was having to him. She wanted him, and Megan always tried her damnedest to get what she wanted. <br><br>Her hand rested on top of his as it sat on her cheek. Leaning in, she brushed her lips against his. <br><br>"I don't care about the reasons not to"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Marks</strong> on <strong>16-05-2010, 10:57:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He leant in and kissed her- enfolding her in his arms and drawing her close.<br><br>He threw the reluctance and the reasons out of his head and welcomed in the mad urge to be with her.<br><br>His hands roved over her body- stroking the skin on her back and then sinking down to squeeze her rear.<br><br>"Oh Megan" he said, "I've wanted to be with you so much."<br>&nbsp;<br>Through the window James watched with interest while his phone captured the image. How could he turn this to his advantage?<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>16-05-2010, 17:34:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She had never expected to feel his hands roaming over her body the way he was. In fact until very recently she had never had cause to think about his hands at all and now it was all she could think about. Spikes of desire flowed through her as they kissed and she wondered for probably the first time what those hands would be like in bed. <br><br>Part of her knew how wrong this was, he was her mothers husband for goodness sake, but then, when her mother had been alive, never would this have crossed her mind and she was certain it wouldn't have crossed his either. No matter what she'd thought about him over the years, she knew he loved her mother, but right now, all she could think about was what she was feeling for him, what he was feeling for her. <br><br>Giving anything other than the moment a seconds more thought, she pressed herself up against him, crushing her mouth to his with such a need, he could feel it coming off of her in waves.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Marks</strong> on <strong>16-05-2010, 20:46:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He was breathing hard as he kissed her back- his hands moved up to her neck and the fastening of her dress.<br>The fabric tore under his passionate hands and he ripped it down to her waist.<br><br>Kneeling down he began to plant kisses on the bare skin of her chest and abdomen while his hands dropped to her knees.<br><br>He was lost in desire as his hands rose under her skirt to caress her thighs while he kissed her belly then lower- he kissed her sex through the remains of her dress.<br><br>Her body was amazing- the contours of her hips and abdomen, the softness of her skin.&nbsp; <br><br><br><br>Outside James gasped- and continued to film.&nbsp; He would work out later how he could profit from this. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>17-05-2010, 22:18:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Megans breath caught in her throat as he laid soft kisses all over her in a way she'd never felt before. Her skin felt alive with sensations and he'd barely touched her yet. She wasn't surprised by how easily the fabric of her dress tore, though she was surprised that he'd done it. <br><br>When he broke the contact with his lips, she sunk down to the floor next to him and started to remove his shirt. Where he had tugged and ripped, she was gentle and slow, patient as she unbuttoned each one on his shirt, kissing his chest before going down to the next one.<br><br>Right or wrong no longer mattered, only this moment did.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Marks</strong> on <strong>17-05-2010, 22:40:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He gazed at her body, his eyes drinking in her soft, creamy skin.<br><br>Gently now, his finger tips traced over her collarbone- into the little dips beside her neck and then down her chest&nbsp; and over her abdomen.<br><br>He let her remove his shirt then scooped her up into his arms and carried her through to the lounge.<br><br>Dropping her on the couch he unfastened his trousers and stripped them down his legs.&nbsp; His shoes and socks followed leaving him standing in just his white boxers.&nbsp; He was clearly excited.&nbsp; Taking her hand he placed it on his bulge and sighed at the sensation of her touch.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>22-05-2010, 15:27:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She had always known he had stayed in shape, almost religious about his morning runs, and she could clearly see the results it had now he was standing in front of her almost completely without clothes. It was a look she liked, much more so than she would have liked to admit. <br><br>When he took her hand and brought to him, she had a moment of pause, could she really do this and do this with him? Megan wasn't innocent but there was something about this that had her almost as on edge as the first time. This was something she wanted though, that much she knew, physically at least, she wanted him with everything she had.<br><br>Bringing her other hand over to his waist, she slipped the boxers he wore down his hips and legs until they pooled at his feet. She brought her hands back to her own waist and slid the dress, or the remains of the dress down and kicked it off of her. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Marks</strong> on <strong>22-05-2010, 15:36:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His erection jutted out at her as soon as it was freed from its confinement.<br><br>He looked down at Megan with lust filled eyes.<br><br>He wanted her.&nbsp; He wanted her badly.&nbsp; But he didn't really do gentle and tender lover.&nbsp; He was about to take control of the situation when he noticed something on her hip<br><br>"What's that?" he said suddenly pointing to her hip- which had now been bared to his hungry gaze.<br><br>"A tattoo?&nbsp; You've got a tattoo?"<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>22-05-2010, 16:13:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The last thing on her mind was the small silver and blue fairy that she'd had painted into her hip, so it was with a little surprise that she looked down at it when he mentioned it. Her fingers brushed over it before she looked back up at him. Was he really going to ease off of what they had started over her choice of a tattoo? No, there was no way he was going to be able to just forget about what they had started.<br><br>"Yes, just a small one"<br><br>She almost asked him if he liked it, but really didn't want to know if he did or didn't, it was there and it wasn't coming off.<br><br>Sitting up and&nbsp; then kneeling on the couch cushions, she reached up her arms around his neck and kissed him again. She wanted to take his mind off of any distractions. He had lit a fire inside of her and she wasn't about to let him back off now.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Marks</strong> on <strong>22-05-2010, 16:35:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sitting down abruptly on the couch he twisted her arm behind her back- to hold her not to hurt her.<br>His erection pressed into her stomach.<br><br>He luxuriated in the smooth warmth of her skin for a moment before he ran his hand down over her backside.<br><br>"You have had a tattoo done recently.&nbsp; You didn't think to talk to me about it before you had it done.<br>Therefore- I'm going to give you a spanking.<br>When I'm done we can carry on from where we left off- unless you say differently.<br><br>Now how many do you think you deserve?"<br><br>As he spoke his fingers roved over her backside and down between her legs blurring the lines between discipline and sex.<br><br>"12 or 20?" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>23-05-2010, 16:11:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				If there had been any doubt at all that he enjoyed spanking her rather than it being something he thought he had to do, it was gone in that moment. The fact that she was more turned on then she'd ever been before was jumbling her thoughts for she didn't have the same panic and flight instinct she'd had the last two times he'd declared what he was going to do.<br><br>There was a part of her that wanted to remind him that she was eighteen, she didn't need his consent to have anything pierced or tattooed if that was her wish and that it was her body to do with as she liked. However she said none of that.<br><br>"I don't know" he was making it very hard for her to have a clear thought the way his hand was moving over her. Had she been&nbsp; thinking clearly she would have said none and then made a move to distract him back to what they were doing before he'd seen the tattoo.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Marks</strong> on <strong>25-05-2010, 21:47:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I think you do know," he said, "I think that you want this as much as I do.<br>Stand up turn around and take down your panties."<br><br>He released her arm but kept his fingers pressed between her legs until she moved away.<br><br>Jack hoped that he hadn't misread her- if he had it would probably kill any relationship between them- but he'd watched her closely when he'd spanked her and he'd held her close both times.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>25-05-2010, 22:23:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Was he right? Did she really want this as much as he did? She certainly didn't enjoy the pain, but she would be lying if she said it hadn't produced other much stronger feelings and desires inside of her. If anyone had ever even suggested that she would enjoy being spanked, or rather, the after effects of it, she would have told them they were crazy, but, here she was nonetheless.<br><br>She could say no. Megan always had that option of saying no. But if she did, she ran the risk of losing everything she had and more importantly to her now, she would lose whatever it was she was building with Jack, even if she didn't understand it fully. No simply wasn't an option for her.<br><br>Standing up, she turned away from him and slipped her panties down leaving her to stand there with nothing on. She felt a chill as she did. She wasn't sure if she should turn back to him, sit back down, stand there and wait. This was new territory for her, for them, so she stood there and turned her head back to look at him with questioning eyes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Marks</strong> on <strong>25-05-2010, 22:48:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiled warmly and rand a hand up the inside of her leg and over her buttocks.&nbsp; Her creamy skin looked incredible in the moonlight.<br><br>Standing up he moved close to her until his body pressed up against hers- his erection nudging at the cleft of her buttocks.<br><br>"I've wanted you for so long,"&nbsp; He tipped her head and planted kisses along the edge of her ridiculously expensive diamond necklace.<br><br>Reaching her ear he nibbled softly and moved his hands around to the front of her body-&nbsp; his firm hands roved over her belly then up to gently cup her breasts.<br><br>He didn't know what else to say- he wanted her to feel what he was feeling- excitement, lust, passion- but he also wanted to hurt her.&nbsp; He wanted to take her roughly, to dominate her and control her.&nbsp; To use her and cherish her at the same time- was that even possible?<br><br>He kissed her neck again as his fingertips teased her nipples- then abruptly he released her and stepped back.<br><br>"Bend over the arm of the sofa and ask me to spank you.&nbsp; Tell me how I should do it and how many times."&nbsp; <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>25-05-2010, 23:27:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				All of her senses came alive as he ran his hands over her, kissing her, feeling her, teasing her. It was almost too much and she had to restrain herself mentally not to turn around and just throw herself at him just then. It wouldn't have worked most likely anyway, and, she knew he needed to be in control, he had told her that. The more she was with him the more she wanted that too, she could see herself giving up some measure of control to have him. At least, she thought she could, though she truly had no idea what that even meant.<br><br>&nbsp;There was a small knot forming in her stomach when he told her to bend over the arm of the sofa. She had preferred the night he'd taken her across his lap rather than when she'd bent over the stool. It was more intimate, she could feel the warmth from him underneath her, she liked that contact. Should she tell him that? Or should she keep silent and do as he was saying? She chose the latter. <br><br>Walking over to the side of the couch she bent over the arm, placing her hands on the cushion and closed her eyes. She was nervous for she didn't want the pain, but her excitement from everything else was such, that she could feel the wetness between her thighs. Never, had she had such mixed feelings of dread and desire.<br><br>"please spank me Jack. But...please don't ask me to tell you how, or how many, I don't.... I don't want to decide that" If he was going to take control, then he should just do so, she had no idea how to decide that and she didn't want the responsibility of it. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Marks</strong> on <strong>26-05-2010, 21:21:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He'd wanted her to feel a measure of control but he was coming to see that perhaps she didn't want it.<br>If that was true they were more perfect for each other than he had realised- he briefly fantasised about her begging him to spank her- then dispelled the vision and focussed on her heart shaped rear.<br><br>His heart was hammering as he stood behind her- and placed a hand on her lower back to steady her.<br><br>He considered using his belt to stripe her backside but again put it out of his mind- a fantasy for another day.<br><br>Placing his hand against her bottom- it felt cool and soft- he took a deep breath and gave her a gentle squeeze.<br><br>Slowly he drew his hand back then slammed it down hard- driving her hard into the couch- his first blow was rapidly followed by another and another- he spanked her hard and fast- his hand beating out a rhythm on her bottom.<br><br>He moved from one cheek to the other- overlapping his strikes and tracing a line from one side to the other- then he moved down to the crease between thigh and buttock- before working on her upper thighs.<br><br>smack-smack-smack-smack-smack-smack-smack-smack-smack-smack-smack<br><br>He held her steady with his hand while his other hand made her backside jiggle and shake with each blow.<br><br>Eventually he stopped- a light pink glow covered her buttocks and upper thighs.&nbsp; <br><br><br><br>Sitting down he patted his bare thighs.<br><br>"Let's continue this over my lap," he said firmly.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>26-05-2010, 22:31:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She hadn't been prepared for the force in which he was spanking her this time. Every strike stung like nothing she'd ever felt before, and at the same time, each one caused the growing ache inside of her to grow and she wished he would just take her already. When it seemed he had no intention of stopping any time soon, she also was starting to wish she'd told him how many rather than leave it up to him as she was certainly starting to feel the distress. <br><br>When he stopped and told her to go over his lap, she was just a stroke or two away from tears, both from pain and from the frustration she was feeling from wanting release from the tension that had been building up all night.<br><br>She didn't argue however, or make a face or do anything other than what she'd been told to do. There was a small voice inside of her asking what the hell she was doing, but she quickly shut it out as she stretched out over his lap.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Marks</strong> on <strong>26-05-2010, 23:51:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His erection pressed up into her belly as he positioned himself carefully.<br><br>His hands caressed her skin- teasing the sensitive flesh where he'd spanked her- then one hand moved down between her legs to tease her more intimately while his other hand returned to her buttocks.<br><br>He could feel the heat coming off them already- but he wanted to spank her more before he took her.<br>Seeing she was close to tears didn't stop him, instead it excited him.&nbsp; Perhaps it shouldn't have- but he was past caring about his own actions now- way past the point of no return.<br><br>His fingers found her clittoris as his hand began to strike her backside- each stroke preceded by a long pause. <br>Every tremble and shift of her body sent shivers of pleasure through his.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>27-05-2010, 18:46:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The conflicting sensations her body was feeling had her teetering just on the edge that he wasn't quite letting her go over yet. Every slap burned and she couldn't stop a few tears from falling from the building pain and heat. Her moans however, those were not from pain but from the pleasure of his other hand. <br><br>The more she squirmed around on his lap, the more she could feel his own desire and wondered how long he was going to make this. She wanted to protest it as it went on, and at the same time she never wanted it to stop. What was wrong with her? The not knowing when it would stop though, it was almost as exciting to her as everything else. She'd always put on such a good show of being in control of everything, and this loss of it, it touched her in a way she hadn't expected.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Marks</strong> on <strong>01-06-2010, 11:39:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jack paused for a moment and ran his fingers over her pink buttocks, leaving white trails which rapidly recoloured as his fingers passed.<br><br>Exquisite.<br><br>Slowly he pulled her off his lap and pushed her down so she was kneeling between his legs.&nbsp; Holding her gently but firmly by the hair he guided her mouth over to his straining cock, which nudged her lips almost with a mind of its own.<br><br>He stroked her cheek with his free hand and wiped away a tear.&nbsp; Though her make up had run and her hair was a mess, she'd never looked more beautiful.<br><br>His hand moved down to her throat and he encircled her neck with his fingers- feeling the life pulsing under his fingers.&nbsp; <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>01-06-2010, 20:10:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				If she had thought things were moving unexpectedly fast before, the speed was nothing compared to what she thought now. It was a surprise but not unpleasant. She wanted him, more than she would ever have admitted before this and when he decided how things would go from there, it only served to make her feel more alive. She didn't have to be bothered with trying to seduce him, she didn't have to play games with him, she just had to follow his lead so they would both end up where they wanted to.<br><br>She let her eyes look down a moment and when she ran her tongue lightly up the length of him, she brought her eyes back up to his. Megan never let her eyes look directly at his.&nbsp; She covered every inch of him in slow teasing licks.&nbsp; She gripped his thighs a little tighter before she parted her lips a little wider and slowly started taking him into her mouth. She alternated from small licks like a kitten lapping up a saucer to firmer motions taking him a little deeper each time. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Marks</strong> on <strong>01-06-2010, 23:45:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She was teasing him- driving him wild with unfulfilled lust.&nbsp; He looked down at her pretty face as it worked over his cock.<br><br>Pulling his cock out he lifted it and presented his balls to her- spreading his legs to allow her to get closer in.<br><br>The view was so obscene- her pretty face- the face of his ward- his former step-daughter- licking and suckling at his genitals was almost too much for him to bear.<br><br>He returned his cock head to her lips and pressed it insistently against them.<br><br>"Take it as deep as you can," he ordered.<br><br>His hands locked in her hair taking away control from her- yet he did not press her head down... yet.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>02-06-2010, 18:40:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Megan was pretty good at reading people and she knew without a doubt she was driving him crazy with what she was doing. She liked knowing that, how it felt, when he put his hand through her hair though and gripped it, she liked that even better. <br><br>His order for her wasn't a hard one for her to comply with. She wasn't doing this simply because he wanted her too, but because she wanted him as much as he wanted her. Her lips slid down the length of him taking him as deep into her mouth as she could and then a bit more after that. If there were repercussions for what they were doing now, she couldn't care less, propriety meant nothing at this moment.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Marks</strong> on <strong>02-06-2010, 19:05:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her mouth felt so good.&nbsp; He threw his head back and pushed his hips forward.&nbsp; His hand locked in her hair tightly and he took control of the movement- driving himself deep into her mouth then pulling back to the edge of her lips.<br><br>He restrained himself considerably from what he actually wanted to do.&nbsp; He didn't want to leave her mentally scarred by their first love making.<br><br>Suddenly he let go of her hair and lay back.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>"Take me in as deep as you can and hold it for as long as you can, see if you can get it all in." he commanded- then added in a softer tone<br>"I can't get enough of you.&nbsp; I want to take you hard and rough- you drive me to the edge of my sanity- but I want more."<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>03-06-2010, 20:45:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				All she heard through everything he'd said, was that he couldn't get enough of her. The rest went in one ear and out the rest. She knew he had a darker side, though over the years she'd never really seen it, it was new and if she were honest it was exciting. But she also knew he could hurt her and she would be powerless to stop him, but then there was a little voice inside that said if it made him happy, would it be so bad?<br><br>She licked, she ran her lips gently over the length of him, she did everything to tease and tantalize and could feel his almost desperate need for release as she did what he'd told her to do, and took all of him inside of her.&nbsp; When she was ready to let him cum, for it was the only bit of control she had over him, she went back to what she had been previously doing and when he did, she took it all in, licking him clean. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Marks</strong> on <strong>04-06-2010, 11:26:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He was amazed that she was so willing and that she was able to take his cock all the way in.<br><br>He groaned in ecstasy as he felt his balls touch her chin.&nbsp; Grabbing the back of her head he held it there- luxuriating in the sensation of her willing mouth and agile tongue.&nbsp; He held her for a few seconds- though it may have felt longer to her- until she tried to pull up for air.<br><br>He let her but then pressed her head down again- easing his cock into her throat with a sigh of pleasure.<br>An orgasm of monumental proportions blasted through his body- almost before he could gasp a warning to her- but again she surprised him eagerly catching his semen in her mouth and licking him clean.<br><br>An insane sensation of jealously passed through his mind- she was so good she must have done this for many others- was she a slut who did this for any boy who took her out?&nbsp; He forced down the hard feelings- controlling the anger with difficulty and instead focussed on her beautiful body.<br><br>"That was amazing," he sighed, "incredible-&nbsp; but I'm not satisfied yet!"&nbsp; A wolfish smile lit up his face.<br>"Lean back and push out your chest- I want to touch your breasts."<br><br>If she let him he guided her so that she was kneeling up with her hands on her ankles- her chest pushed out and her knees slightly parted.&nbsp; The whole of her body was on display for him.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>04-06-2010, 21:15:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Megan would have been shocked to know what his thoughts were, for she'd only ever been with one person on the night of her prom and it had been such an amazing let down experience, she wasn't fully prepared for what they were doing just now. Not prepared for it, but eager all the same. <br><br>Her eyes widened a bit when he said he wasn't satisfied yet and she couldn't imagine what more he would want at that moment without a rest. She let him position her as he wanted her, she felt like a doll being posed for someone to inspect. There was a part of her that was uncomfortable being so exposed like this, but she couldn't seem to stop herself from doing as he'd said, no didn't seem an option for her.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Marks</strong> on <strong>04-06-2010, 22:25:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Reaching out he squeezed her firm, young breasts- rolling them between his fingers.&nbsp; They were so firm and so wonderfully shaped.&nbsp; He teased her nipples between his fingers- squeezing them firmly and getting a thrill from the reaction on her face.<br><br>He ran his hands down to her belly and over her sex.&nbsp; She was exquisite- every inch of her was better than any of his fantasies.&nbsp; <br><br>For a few minutes he simply stroked, touched and teased her body- sometimes soft and gentle- at other times firm and even a little roughly.&nbsp; Through it all he observed her closely- working out what stimulated her, what turned her on and whether she was uncomfortable.<br><br>Though he was not a young man he was still extremely virile- and before long he was ready to make love again.<br><br>Leaning back on the couch he allowed his cock to just upward provocatively.<br><br>"Come here," he said extending a hand to guide her into a straddling position.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>07-06-2010, 23:26:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It didn't seem to matter what he did, her body reacted in a very positive way. His hands when they were gentle made her shiver in anticipation, and when they were less than gentle, it made her burn with more desire for him. She'd never experienced such a range of feelings or emotions. She'd never expected anything to feel like this. <br><br>When he reached his hand out to her, she took it and let him guide her how he wanted her. It was an incredible feeling as she lowered herself on to him, gasping a bit both from the pleasure of feeling him inside of her, and from the sting when she lowered herself all the way down and her ass came into contact with him, still sore from the spanking.<br><br>Her meager experience hadn't prepared her for someone like him, but something told her that he would teach her exactly how he wanted things, how he liked things and she was enjoying every sensation of it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Marks</strong> on <strong>08-06-2010, 21:01:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Reaching behind her he pulled her hair sharply, bringing her head back and exposing her throat.&nbsp; A rain of passionate kisses followed.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>His firm hands moved down to her shoulders, then roved down her arms to her wrists.&nbsp; He gripped them tightly and pulled them behind her back.&nbsp; His chest pressed against hers- her young sensitive breasts against his broad, hard chest.<br><br>He crushed her lips in a passionate kiss- then kissed around her face until his teeth nipped her ear.<br>It was like he wanted to devour her- to swallow her up.&nbsp; <br><br>Leaning back he put a bit of distance between their chests,<br><br>"Keep your hands behind your back." he ordered as his hands moved back to her chest- where he gripped and&nbsp; squeezed her breasts.<br><br>She was incredible- perfect. He didn't want the moment to end.&nbsp; He wanted her- to possess her, to dominate and control her.<br><br>Reaching down between her legs his fingers found her clit- he pressed it firmly and allowed the natural rhythm of their bodies to move her clittoris against his thumb.<br><br>His other hand slipped up to her throat and he held her- controlling her movements.<br><br>Every sensation was a wave of pleasure to him and he knew that he wouldn't last much longer.<br><br>"Cum for me," he demanded, "I want you to cum."<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>09-06-2010, 19:57:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She obeyed him without question and kept her hands behind her back, linking her fingers together so she wouldn't be tempted to move them. Her entire body came to life when he kissed her, his kiss passionate, almost possessive as if he were claiming her. A feeling she found she enjoyed.<br><br>Her eyes closed, his hand felt so good against her breast, the way he toyed with her nipple sent shudders of pleasure throughout her body. She allowed the sensations to take her when he told her what he wanted of her, she could feel the waves of pleasure emanate from inside her her. <br><br>She began to gasp, then moan, her breathing ragged as the climax got closer. Her moans transformed to a soft moan of pleasure as she felt her inner muscles begin to spasm, clamping hard around him as the climax overwhelmed her.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Marks</strong> on <strong>10-06-2010, 21:12:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As her climax swept through her body- he tensed and thrust upward bodily.&nbsp; His own climax blasted through him sending tingles of pleasure washing through him.&nbsp; <br><br>He groaned aloud and gripped her breasts hard- stretching and mauling them as his pleasure pulsed out of him.<br><br>Spent he sagged back against the couch and pulled her down on top of him.&nbsp; He enfolded her in his arms and held her body tightly against his broad, firm chest.&nbsp; Inside her, his erection gradually slackened but he didn't disengage- wanting to prolong the contact and the sensation as much as he could. <br><br>After a few moments of holding her, his fingers began to explore her sore bottom.&nbsp; He liked the heat radiating from her skin and the little movements she made when he touched a particularly sore spot.<br><br>"You know," he whispered, "that you're incredible."&nbsp; He kissed her tenderly on her forehead- then pulled her head down into the crook of his neck.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>10-06-2010, 21:54:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Laying on top of him as she was with her head on his chest, she felt warm and satisfied and eventually she fell asleep just as she was.&nbsp; When she woke a few hours later, she realized she was still on top of him and they had both fallen asleep like that. It was enough to almost make her laugh. <br><br>As gently as she could, she slid off of him trying not to wake him up, he looked so peaceful. She grabbed the throw that was on the other couch and covered him with it before she made her way upstairs to take a shower. <br><br>She nearly jumped out of her skin when the hot water hit her and quickly moved the knob to cool the water off. She still felt so sore from earlier, though she wouldn't trade a second of the evening for anything, it had been, incredible. A completely surprise, but incredible. When she was done in the shower, she headed back to her own bed and the last thought she had before she fell back asleep was wondering if he had liked the tattoo.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Marks</strong> on <strong>14-06-2010, 00:25:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jack dozed on the couch for a long time after she left.&nbsp; He did not sleep- he just lay still wondering what lay ahead.<br><br>When he eventually rose, he returned to his room.&nbsp; Showered and changed into his training clothes. Despite the late hour, he left the house for a long run.&nbsp; It gave him time to think and time to process what had happened.<br><br>What would she be like now?&nbsp; Would their relationship change?&nbsp; <br><br>By the time he was running up the drive, dawns grey light was stealing over the horizon.<br><br>He walked up to her bedroom- and stood outside the door for a moment.&nbsp; Then changing his mind he returned to his room.&nbsp; Showered again and slipped into bed.&nbsp; His body and mind exhausted, it wasn't long before he slipped into a deep and dreamless sleep.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>15-06-2010, 22:33:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When the sun started streaming into her bedroom window, her eyes fluttered open. She had quite a reminder of the night before as she rolled over on to her back and sat up in bed when the sting from his hand came back. It was enough to make her realize it hadn't been a dream at all, it really happened, and it was hard for Megan to keep the smile from her face.<br><br>She took another shower to wake up and got dressed, though she chose a loose fitting sundress as she didn't want anything tight on her, as sore as she still was. She gently unclasped the necklace he'd put on her the night before and went to her desk and got wrote a quick note. She could tell he was still asleep when she peeked her head into his bedroom. She was quiet as she put it on the bedside table with the note letting him know that breakfast would be waiting for him downstairs in an hour and kissed his forehead before silently leaving the room. <br><br>Knowing that she had ruined the last breakfast she tried to make for them, she wasn't going that route again. Domestic chores were not for her, cooking included, instead she drove over to a bakery that was only a few blocks away and picked up some fresh pastries and coffee. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Marks</strong> on <strong>19-06-2010, 01:28:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He awoke and stretched- a little refreshed.<br>Then he remembered what he'd done.<br><br>A ridiculous feeling of pride and pleasure swept through him.<br><br>He stood, shaved and dressed in a blue shirt and trousers before going down to the smell of fresh goodies in the kitchen.<br><br>What would she be doing? How would she react?&nbsp; He found himself creeping down almost silently and standing, watching her for a minute before going in.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>19-06-2010, 04:19:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She had turned the radio on softly while she took the pastires from the box and put them out on a plate and got down nicer mugs for the coffee than the paper cups they had come in. She stopped for a moment while she was doing this. What was she doing? Did she really want to start a relationship with a man who had been her stepfather for so many years? <br><br>Things changed, people changed and circumstances changed, and she answered her own questions, she did want to see where this could lead. It was funny, a few days ago she was begging her attorney to help her find a way out of this, and now, well now she didn't want to think about being apart from him. She wondered how long it could last for, the odds were certainly stacked against them.<br><br>So lost in thought, she didn't notice he'd been standing in the doorway. <br><br>"Oh, I didn't see you there, good morning"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Marks</strong> on <strong>19-06-2010, 19:21:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She looked so wonderful- her forehead creased in thought, her hands busy with pastries and coffee.&nbsp; He smiled at her helplessness in the kitchen- then moved in and sat down.<br><br>He waited until she came close with the plate of pastries before he caught her wrist and pulled her towards him.<br>Encircling her waist with his arms he leant up and kissed her strongly before his hands travelled downwards to gently squeeze her bottom.<br><br>"How's your backside?"&nbsp; he asked innocently- his eyes never straying from hers.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>21-06-2010, 02:24:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Megan wasn't sure which tasted sweeter, the sugary pastries she'd bought, or the taste of his lips as he kissed her. Just another reminder that the night before hadn't been a dream, that they really had been together and now, well now what happened was anyone's guess. She was however, glad that he wasn't keeping his distance from her now, she could have handled almost anything but that type of rejection. <br><br>She blushed deeply when he asked her what he did, it being one of the more embarrassing factors of their, could she call it a relationship?<br><br>"its umm...fine, a little sore" she stammered out. It wasn't anything she wanted to dwell on. <br><br>"So what are your plans for the day?" she knew he often worked on Sundays, but she had hoped they could spend the day together, perhaps get to know each other all over again in this new light.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Marks</strong> on <strong>21-06-2010, 23:24:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He stood up and drew her close to him.<br><br>"Well- I don't have any concrete plans yet.&nbsp; &nbsp;But there are a few things that I'd quite like to do to you."<br><br>Grinning wolfishly he took her hand and pulled her within arms reach- then threw his arms around her waist to grip her bottom.&nbsp; His fingers squeezed and massaged her tender flesh- while he kissed her belly through her clothes.<br><br>"I could just eat you up," he laughed.<br><br>"What about you?&nbsp; What do you want to do today?"<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>24-06-2010, 00:00:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Never before had she felt so wanted, so desired. Even though his squeezing hands were renewing the soreness he'd caused the night before, she wouldn't have traded this for anything in the world. The only thought she had right off the bat on what she wanted to do with him, was go upstairs to one of the bedrooms and spend the day in bed, but there were other things they could be doing to see if they would be at all compatible outside of bed. She would ride it out as long as it could last if they didn't, but she was curious to see.<br><br>"I didn't really have any plans, I thought maybe we could try that lunch we didn't get to finish the other day, or maybe go down to the marina and rent a boat for the afternoon, what do you think?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Marks</strong> on <strong>24-06-2010, 00:07:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I think that we should take a boat for the afternoon- its a beautiful day and I can't think of a better way of spending it.<br><br>I'll pack some lunch if you call the marina and get us a boat."<br><br><br>After breakfast he did as he'd promised then went and changed into shorts and a polo shirt.&nbsp; It was as casual as she'd ever seen him. He seemed happy, relaxed and warm.&nbsp; Since her mother's death he'd been dour, morose and prone to dark moods.<br><br>"Ready when you are" he said cheerfully "I'll go and get the car out of the garage."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>24-06-2010, 01:20:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Upstairs she changed into her swimsuit, a two piece number that barely covered a thing, a pair of shorts and a tank top. She called the Marina who tried to tell her that all the rentals for the day had been booked. It took a little threatening, a little bribery and a little name dropping in order to get them to bump someone, but she'd managed it.<br><br>The drive down there was relatively peaceful. They had a full day ahead of them, a basket lunch in the back of the car, though she didn't now what he'd packed yet, and a really great sailboat with a full size cabin underneath for the day. She wondered idly if he'd consent to ditching work the next day, letting her ditch school and make this an overnight boating trip. It was something she'd see if she could work into the conversation sometime during the day.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Marks</strong> on <strong>24-06-2010, 18:46:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jack watched her as she drove.&nbsp; Clearly she was thinking- planning.&nbsp; He smiled.&nbsp; He couldn't see past the end of the boating trip-&nbsp; normally he had such a clear grasp of the future but now he couldn't quite bring himself to think ahead.&nbsp; Perhaps because he couldn't believe that their relationship could last- or was it because for the first time in a long time he was happy.<br><br>When they arrived at the marina he carried his basket onto the boat and placed it down below.<br><br>"Wow- what a great boat- how did you manage to get it at such late notice?" he asked, I thought we'd have to settle for a rowing boat!<br><br><br>The controls were relatively easy and before long Jack was directing her to steer the boat up the coast towards a little beach he knew of.&nbsp; It was inaccessible by land- the perfect place for them to spend a little time alone. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>25-06-2010, 19:46:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh I have my ways of getting what I want" she said with a grin knowing that the full meaning of what she said wasn't lost on him. She wanted to spend more time with him, and she got that, she'd wanted him in her bed so to speak, and she'd gotten that too. Of course, with Jack, she got a good deal more than she had bargained for, but it was a tradeoff that she was willing if not eager to accept to have more of him, even if that meant catering to his specific tastes. <br><br>She'd never driven or steered a boat before and the impromptu lesson was more fun than she would have thought. The water was relatively calm and it didn't take them long at all to get the small beach in the middle of nowhere.<br><br>"Wow, this is really beautiful out here, I didn't know this was here"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Marks</strong> on <strong>25-06-2010, 22:46:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The boat rocked gently by the deserted beach- and Jack smiled at his pretty step-daughter.<br><br>"Not many people do- its a little secret I discovered a few years ago.&nbsp; Its so secluded- you can get away from it all here."<br><br>He smiled and dropped the anchor.&nbsp; <br><br>"I think I'm going to sunbathe for a bit" he smiled- "would you mind putting a bit of cream on my back?"<br><br>Stretching out a towel on the front of the boat he peeled off his clothes and lay face down with just a pair of swimming shorts on.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>26-06-2010, 05:13:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Megan waited until he was stretched out on the towel before she peeled off her own shorts and shirt leaving herself in nothing but the very small strips of fabric. The idea of some sunbathing sounded good to her, the idea of spreading the lotion over his back, sounded even better, the idea's she had for after that, well those were the best. <br><br>She took the bottle and poured some of the cream into her hands and rubbed them together to warm it before spreading it liberally on his back. Her hands went from his back, down his sides and slunk around a bit to the edges of his chest. His skin felt so good under her touch, she could almost forget that they were out in the open where anyone out sailing for the afternoon could come by, though, he did say that it was mostly secluded. <br><br>"This was a good idea today, really good"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Marks</strong> on <strong>26-06-2010, 10:10:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"mmmm- lower..." he moaned softly as her fingers worked their way across his skin.&nbsp; <br><br>The sun felt so good- her hands felt even better.<br><br>Slowly he edged the band of his shorts lower-&nbsp; wow. He hadn't felt this continuously horny since he'd been a teenager.<br><br>The fact that they might get caught hadn't escaped him - in fact it just excited him more.&nbsp; That was part of the appeal of being with Megan.&nbsp; It felt so deliciously naughty.&nbsp; <br><br>Behind his lust though- did he really care for her?&nbsp; He thought he did but it was difficult to tell.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>27-06-2010, 22:53:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Megan moved to his on the backs of his legs while he moved his suit down a little lower. She rubbed the lotion deeper into his skin before leaning down and pressing herself against his back, kissing his neck. Since it was becoming apparent they weren't going to spend the afternoon talking, she had to find another way to fill their time together, and this seemed as good a way as any.<br><br>"How much privacy do you think we really have out here?"<br><br>She asked the question with a grin before she reached around to her back and unhooked her bikini top and slid it off of her. Since she knew he couldn't see her as he was, she dropped the top in front of him before she went back to rubbing his back.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Marks</strong> on <strong>28-06-2010, 00:11:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He wiggled the shorts down further so that his backside was bared to the warm air.<br><br>"I'd say we don't have to worry about being seen"<br><br>Of course they should worry- it wasn't like a completely isolated area.&nbsp; The cove was hidden but it was very unlikely that they were the only ones who knew of it- and there was always the chance of a cliff walker or coast hugging kayak coming by.<br><br>Still- it excited him, and more so that she was clearly interested in more that sunbathing and conversation.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>29-06-2010, 16:48:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				For the moment, she'd trust that he was right and no one would see them. Of course, it wasn't the fear of being seen topless that scared her, for she and some of her friends had often gone to the topless beaches when the weather was right, though she didn't think it was wise to tell him that. He'd probably use that as another excuse to spank her again. No, what worried her was how it would look in others eyes. Some would make him out to be this monster who preyed on her during her time of weakness and some would make her out to be the aggressor who went after her mothers husband, and then the rumors would start that they had been doing this all along, even while her mother was alive. No, privacy and keeping this between them was the way to go, at least for now. Besides, it could completely run its course in a matter of a week and she was probably stressing over this for no good reason.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Marks</strong> on <strong>29-06-2010, 21:14:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sensing her tension he stood up and stretched, flaunting his semi-erect manhood.<br><br>He enjoyed the danger of the situation- the fact they might be caught, the fact that this was against society's rules, made him want her even more.&nbsp; <br><br>"Take off your bottoms," he told her in a 'leave off your worrying- I'm in charge now' kind of voice.<br><br>"Then come here- I want to see that tattoo again."<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fresh Start (MrMarks &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>30-06-2010, 03:38:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She got off of his legs when she felt him rolling over to stand up. It was an amazing feeling to see a man who wanted her so completely. No one had ever made her feel this wanted and desired before this. This was going to end badly, it could only end badly for both of them, but she tried her best to put that out of her mind and just enjoy the moment. <br><br>Megan was a little surprised when he said he wanted to see her tattoo again, but she didn't argue with him or even comment about it. Instead she slipped her bathing suit bottoms down and stepped out of them before walking over to him. <br><br>"I didn't think you liked the tattoo"
			</dd>
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