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  Aftercare

  The General’s Daughter, Book 4

  By

  Breanna Hayse

  ©2014 by Blushing Books® and Breanna Hayse

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  Hayse, Breanna

  Aftercare: The General’s Daughter, Book 4

  eBook ISBN: 978-1-62750-5314

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  This book is intended for adults only. Spanking and other sexual activities represented in this book are fantasies only, intended for adults. Nothing in this book should be interpreted as Blushing Books’ or the author’s advocating any non-consensual spanking activity or the spanking of minors.

  Table of Contents:

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

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  Chapter 1

  Jen glanced at Rich as they drove his jeep to her dorm. She again questioned herself as to what had she gotten herself into by getting involved in this family and their strictly enforced views of what was considered right and wrong. Okay, so she smoked some weed on occasion. No big deal, right? And it was not as though she sold an extensive amount, just enough to help make ends meet in her poverty stricken college existence. She thought of USMC Lt. Michael Quimby and his breath-taking blue eyes, rugged golden body, and lips that could take her to No-Where-Land with a simple kiss. He was Rich’s best friend and coworker, and had entrusted Rich to ‘settle’ the payment for her deceit. Jen bit her lip, wondering if she would face more trouble with her new boyfriend verses Lt. Richard Lewis, who had claimed her as an adopted kid sister.

  Jen grunted, crossing her arms as she reflected the complexity of her situation. Samantha, Michael’s younger sister and Rich’s girlfriend, had warned Jen repeatedly not to cross ‘the boys’. Jen had not truly listened, first by producing a rolled joint after arriving in Canada on the vacation which the four had taken with Michael and Sam’s father and uncle, and second when she began to argue her case once they had arrived back at the Quimbys’ house.

  “Jen, please,” Sam pleaded, seeing the tic in her brother’s jaw as he fought to maintain control, “you are only going to make this worse on yourself.”

  “I am an adult, Sam! These boys are not much older than I am. Don’t you think it’s ridiculous that you allow them to punish you?”

  “I don’t like it, and you know it. But I would rather have them in this case than Daddy or Uncle Scott finding out. Those two would kill you.”

  “I seriously think you are exaggerating,” Jen said calmly, avoiding Michael’s eyes or the disapproving scowl on Rich’s face. “I promised I would get rid of the stuff and I will. Let’s leave it at that.”

  “Jen—”

  “Enough, Samantha,” Michael finally interrupted, “You were given a choice, Jen. You made it. You wanted to be part of our family which means, like it or not, submitting to discipline when you mess up. Backing down now is not winning any points for you. In fact, it is making me question your sincerity.”

  “Mike, you don’t get it,” Jen pleaded, grabbing his hand. “I’m scared! I have never really been spanked before and Rich... Well, he’s big!”

  “I am not exactly a runt compared to him. We decided that Rich would handle you because our relationship is still fairly new and I did not find it appropriate.”

  “We also decided,” Rich spoke out, “that this would establish the relationship that you and I are developing as pseudo-siblings. Do you believe I would harm you?”

  “No, of course not!”

  “Then be a big girl and face the consequences of your actions. Get your stuff and meet me in the car.”

  Jen again glanced over at the driver. Rich’s strong, sensual jaw was set in determination, his eyes fixed steadily on the road. He had said little to her as they rode and her fear grew in leaps and bounds. The Vancouver trip had been wonderful, but, as Sam said, it was time to meet her doom.

  Once they arrived at the dorm, Jen was greeted by a few friends, and tried to appear casual as she introduced Rich as her older brother. He politely returned the greetings, not missing her attempts to delay the inevitable. Growing bored with her stalling, he finally ordered her up to her room.

  Jen sighed loudly, only a little relieved that the halls were quiet since school was officially closed for the summer. So much for the chance of someone calling the cops to rescue her! She unlocked the door and stepped aside for him to enter.

  “Housekeeping isn’t your forte, is it, Jen?” he asked, eyeing the mess. “I think we’ll incorporate the Saturday morning chores into your lifestyle. I’ll let Samantha explain. So, let’s see what we have here.”

  He walked into the bathroom and pulled the curtain away to reveal four small plants with heavy buds. He turned to her, hands on his hips. “Well? Must I ask if you have anything else you need to show me?”

  Silently, Jen gathered her paraphernalia and bags of loose grass and offered them to him with a shaking hand. He flushed what he was able down the toilet before ceremoniously crushing the glass beneath his hard-soled shoe. Jen swallowed nervously, watching as he cleaned up the mess with a whiskbroom and then began to shred the plants to flush them as well. Satisfied that this part of his job was complete, Rich placed his hand on her shoulder to lead her back into the main room.

  He sat on the bed and looked at her, noticing the terror on her face. “Can you think of any good reasons why I should not discipline you for all this?”

  “No, Rich. It was stupid. I was desperate for extra money, but I could have worked another shift, I guess. I swear, I will never do this again. You have my word!”

  “I’m certain you won’t. You’ve really found a special place in my heart, Jennifer. This is a struggle for me as well, but as the family says, better us to bring a little pain than a stranger to bring death. Have you ever been spanked before?”

  “Just a couple of swats from the wooden spoon when I was little.”

  Rich nodded. “I believe in rituals. You will obey me, without arguing. I allow kicking but no swearing or trying to bite or pinch me. No reaching around and no rubbing afterwards. You will also be getting some corner time to contemplate this. I want you to bend over my knee and put your hands on the ground. I won’t let you fall, trust me,” he ordered, patting his lap. Holding her breath, Jen obeyed. She felt like she would fall right off onto her face, his legs were so long, but he held her securely with his left arm. Gently, he skimmed her shorts past her thighs, followed by her panties, ignoring the tears that rose from embarrassment. Rich rested his hand on her plump bottom.

  “I want to know why I have to do this,” he said. Jen spilled out everything she could think
of, hoping that her cooperation would earn her some sympathy. Rich sighed. “You left out the most important thing. I’m doing this because I care about you. You are my sister now, and I need to be able to take care of you.”

  With that he landed his first smack. A bright red handprint was immediately evident on her pale bottom. She shrieked. “OW!”

  “Many, many more from where that came from, sweetie.”

  He wasn’t kidding. Jen could not believe the burning that followed each well-aimed swat, one after another. They fell without stopping, his rhythm precise and practiced. As much as she struggled to escape, she was captive under his punishing palm. She tried to distract herself by counting, unable to get past ten without bawling out more apologies. Rich grimly focused on turning her pale, chubby bottom to a scarlet red, feeling nearly hot enough to ‘fry an egg’ upon. She was a sobbing mess when he finally stopped, laying limply across his thighs with her hair in tangles on the floor. Rich patted her back before standing her up, pulling her shirt down and smoothing it gently over her hips.

  “Go stand in that corner. No, leave those there. We are not done,” Rich ordered in a low, sad voice as she started to pick up her shorts.

  Jen cried quietly in the corner, struggling to keep her hands from rubbing her blazing backside. It was inconceivable to her how much it hurt, forcing her to realize that her fantasy had been so much better that reality. She also was forced to admit to herself that the one reality she needed, more than anything, was of this family, and of Michael. Her sobs took on a new sound, one of true remorse and regret. That was when Rich knew it was time to complete his unpleasant task. He called her over to him and pointed to the edge of the bed.

  “Lean over, please,” he requested, removing his leather belt from his jeans. She panicked, starting to run. Rich caught her. “No, you are to stay here and accept your punishment. Your little plants here could have cost you more than Mike. You would have lost your scholarship and gotten expelled. Then what? Be a waitress for the rest of your life? You deserve better than that. Now bend over. You will receive ten strokes, I expect you to count them and promise never to have anything to do with drugs again. Here we go…”

  Jen collapsed on the bed after the first stroke, unable to stand the shocking pain that ripped across her already tender backside. Rich did not allow her escape and Jen ended up over his lap again, held securely for the remainder of her strapping. She was not able to see the furrow of his brow as she howled and begged, or know that he carried a large lump in his throat each time he raised the belt in the air. His relief was nearly as great as hers when the ten strokes were completed, and he tossed the belt to the side so that he could pull her up against him and hold her lovingly.

  “It’s over. Shh. All is forgiven, okay? There, now, baby girl, cry it out,” he cooed, stroking her back and shoulder as she sobbed, first into her hands and then into his shirt. Rich rocked her gently, allowing her time to gather herself. He reached across to the nightstand and grabbed a box of tissues. Holding one against her nose, he ordered her to blow. She started to laugh, taking it from him.

  “I can blow my own nose, thank you.”

  “Just trying to be a good brother. Do you hate me?”

  “No, I don’t think I could ever hate you. It was my fault. I should be thanking you for caring. No one ever really has before.”

  “You need to be cared for. How’s your bottom?”

  “I can’t believe how much it hurts. I hope Sam avoids pissing you off, she won’t find this pleasant.”

  “She sure won’t. And I would be harder on her than on you. I need to be going home now. I have to work tomorrow and so do you. I also want this room cleaned this evening. You’ll never know when one of us might stop by and inspect. Are you okay? I can stay longer if you need me to.” He smiled, kissing her forehead as he stood.

  Hesitating, she wrapped her arms around his waist. “I’ll be fine. Thanks Rich. You’re a great brother. I’m so sorry.”

  “Get some rest, Jenny. I’ll see you in the morning.”

  ‘Jenny’? She had never been called Jenny. She liked it. After he left, she went to the mirror to look at her scorched backside. Yeah, she would be sore tomorrow.

  ***

  “Samantha?” Scott called shortly after Rich had left with Jen to drop her off at her dorm.

  “Yes, Uncle Scott?” The tiny redhead scampered over to the tall, gray-haired man with a big smile on her lips.

  He sat on the couch and patted his right knee. “I believe I owe you something for your smart mouth this weekend.”

  “Oh, come on. You know I was playing,” Sam whined, taking a step back from him.

  “I made a promise that you would get it when we got home. We are home and you are getting it. I’m old but my memory is still very much intact.”

  “Are you sure? I mean, you’re a physicist. That’s an oxymoron— OOOW! DADDY, help me!” she yelled as she felt her uncle’s hand swipe across her upper left thigh. He yanked her across his lap, pinning her down as he peeled off her panties, unbothered by her useless attempt to wriggle away. That same hand unmercifully found its soft, round target a good fifty times before letting go. She scrambled out of his reach, sniffling as she adjusted herself.

  “I can’t believe how mean you are!”

  “Yes, I know, and I can’t believe how big of a mouth you have. Oh, stop the drama, you aren’t even red. Go get your stuff ready for work tomorrow. Hurry now,” he ordered gruffly.

  “Butthead,” she muttered under her breath, quickly leaving to obey.

  “I heard that!”

  ***

  Michael picked Jen up at her dorm for her first day of work. She was very quiet and fidgeting uncomfortably.

  “Should I ask how it went with Rich?”

  “Terrible. I’m so sorry Mike. You have my word, I will never touch that shit again.”

  “I accept. How’s your bottom?”

  “It hurts terribly. I can’t believe I ever fantasized about it.”

  “Hmm. Would you consider me making all better?” he asked, eyeing her.

  “Don’t we have to get to work?”

  “I’m the boss. I can be a little late. We can swing by my house for a bit. Let me just tell my sister.” He hit the cell icon on his dashboard, with a smile, “ Sammi? I’m running a bit late. I’ll be there about nine. Could you have the reports ready for me to review?”

  “Sure. I hope you make it all better.” She giggled. She was on to him.

  “I’m going to try. Thanks, baby.” Michael hung up. “Don’t know what I’d do without her.”

  “She’s great. So no one is home?” Jen asked, getting out of the car.

  Michael held the door open for her. The house was quiet with the morning sun shining through. He took her hand and led her upstairs to his bedroom. It was decorated with a modern appeal of metal and leather, but very warm and masculine, giving a sense of sanctuary. Jen sat on his large high bed carefully, watching him.

  He closed the door and returned, holding his arms out for her to join him. His lips stroked her face, her neck, and the inside of her elbows; she was left weak from his touch. Slowly, he pulled off her blouse and began to cover her torso with gentle kisses and nibbles. Her slacks followed and his lips traced her stomach and thighs.

  “Are you okay?” he asked, returning to her throat. She could only groan. He expertly unhooked her bra, releasing her pale soft breasts. Her dark pink nipples were already hard and welcomed his mouth. She trembled, lifting herself to him, and boldly reached for his manhood.

  “No, no, this time it is all about you,” he said with a smile, pinning her arms above her head with one hand. He had learned long ago that his height and strength was an advantage, allowing his mouth easy access while still keeping his partner helpless. Jen moaned louder, every inch of her body screaming for release. Without a word, Michael flipped her to her stomach tracing her back with his fingers and his lips, and then slowly peeling her pale blue panti
es down to expose her still red and bruised bottom.

  “This is absolutely lovely,” he whispered, gently running his lips and tongue over her sore and well-colored backside. He pulled the panties off, kissing the backs of her knees and inner thighs, not allowing her to move other than to squirm under his caresses. She was wet with want of him, and he inhaled her scent deeply. It was beautiful, warm, earthly and calling to be tasted. Gently, he turned her to her back and slowly settled his mouth upon her, his tongue and lips gently probing and sucking; he inserted his long fingers deep inside her, stroking in and out until she screamed, engulfing his hand strongly. She had tears on her face when she finally was able to talk again. He stroked and kissed her breasts, waiting patiently.

  “That hurt so incredibly good,” she whispered. She looked at him. “I need you in me.”

  “Are you sure?” he asked, stroking her clit gently once again.

  Yes, she was sure. She was also protected, so she eagerly assured him that no other means were needed.

  He stripped confidently before her, smiling as he stood with his hands on his hips for her appraisal. “I’m guessing you like what you see?” he teased as she stared in awe at his beautiful body. His penis was very large and rigid against his stomach, the circumcised head already showing a dew drop of pre-cum.

  “I have never seen a more beautiful cock,” Jen growled, reaching hungrily for him, guiding him towards her mouth. He lifted his eyebrow as she circled the tip with her tongue, tasting him. Her eyes were closed as she pulled him into her mouth and began to suckle gently on the thick rod. His sensitive flesh was warm and velvety against her lips and she groaned with appreciation as her tongue memorized every fold and dip of his magnificent instrument. Michael clutched the poster of the bed, finding it difficult to remain standing as pleasure caused him to tremble.

  Jen slowly pulled his cock from her mouth and scooted back on the bed as she led him not-to-gently towards her waiting pussy. Michael chuckled at her impatience and very gently, aware of his size, eased his wet, throbbing tip into her dew covered entrance, gritting his teeth as he fought not to plunge into her.