A few weeks before Mary Catherine heads off to Stanford
Andy woke up and stretched, listening to the early morning sound of crickets outside his cabin. The sunlight was streaming through the screen windows and a warm, gentle breeze was blowing from the west. He smiled; waffles and bacon were on the menu for breakfast this morning if his sense of smell was correct. Andy was really enjoying his summer as the interim director of Camp Allegheny…three months in the mountains, long sunny days, and lots of fresh air. It wasn't exactly relaxing, but he was able to do this job without the constant pressure he felt when he had been the Dean of Students at Saint Francis. There were still rules to be enforced, but the girls were here to have fun, it was summer after all! He rolled out of bed and padded barefoot over to the door, walking out onto the porch so he could look across the grounds toward Cabin 11. That was the best part of the job, being close to Mary Catherine.
He'd left the choice up to Mary on how to spend her summer. After the spring term and graduation, Mary had earned the right to relax, he'd encouraged her to take it easy even-but she'd wanted be a camp counselor, to work and earn her own money instead of simply relying on the ample allowance her trust fund would provide. She'd had a number of job offers. Camp Walden in Maine, where she'd spent so many summers while she was growing up, wanted her to work with their riding program. SeaSide on the South Carolina coast where Mandy was working as a junior lifeguard made her an offer too. They'd had an opening for a tennis counselor.
She'd decided after a lot of thought that she wanted to work at Camp Allegheny. It was plain compared to the other places, simple log cabins instead of plush cottages or dorms, but Mary eagerly accepted a position there as the senior riding counselor. It meant long hours, hard work, low pay, and chasing after a cabin full of rambunctious 12 and 13 year old girls nonstop, but she'd really enjoyed herself at Allegheny last summer. It had been her first real job and she knew that Andy had pulled some strings to get her hired on as a junior counselor last year, even though he never admitted it to her. She'd worked extra hard to prove that she was worthy of the responsibility. She had proven it too. This year Sandra Greene, a friend of Andy's from his high school days and the owner/director at Camp Allegheny, had extended the offer for her to come back as a senior counselor with her own cabin of girls. Mary was second in command of the riding program-acting as the head riding instructor's assistant and teaching classes on stable management. It was a lot of responsibility, but Mary Catherine had really risen to the challenge.
Sandra had another position open at the camp and she'd offered it to Andy. She'd made the short list for candidates the 2000 U.S. Olympic Team in the three-day event and she needed to spend the summer training. It was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that Sandra just couldn't pass it up. Unfortunately chasing her dream wasn't going to allow her to focus her full attention on the camp and she wasn't willing to let it close. Her parents had worked for nearly 40 years to make Camp Allegheny a success. So she'd asked Andy to run the program this summer in her place. He had enough experience in dealing with impulsive, headstrong young girls.
"This should be a piece of cake for you Andy," Sandra joked when she made him the offer. "Besides, how can you turn down an offer like this, camp food, bad pay, and an unlimited supply of mosquitoes?"
He'd laughed, agreeing. A piece of cake wasn't quite how he'd put it, but it had been fun and it had given him a chance to get to know Mary Catherine on new ground-as a woman instead of a schoolgirl. They'd grown exceedingly close these past few months, though he insisted on taking things very slowly between them. She was still so young and innocent.
Andy knew how special things between them could be the very first time they'd kissed. There was a spark between them that he could no longer deny. He could tell by the way Mary Catherine looked into his eyes with surprise and desire after the first time he'd spanked her the way he dreamed of doing so many times that she felt it too. Still, while Mary had grown up so much, she still had quite a ways to go. Andy didn't want to rush her; though he knew Mary Catherine was anxious and thought he wouldn't wait for her. He would though; Andy was more and more certain of that each day.
Andy went back inside and quickly showered and dressed. It was Mary's day off and he was taking the day off too in order to spend it with her. There was still so much to do before she left for Stanford so they were driving to State College to take care of a number of pressing items. Camp ended in 10 days and he'd rented a private cabin on a small lake for a week after that. He planned on asking Mary Catherine to join him…it was a big step for them, but it finally felt right. Andy was surprised to find that he was nervous about inviting her. He wanted to be with her and Mary had never given Andy any reason to doubt her feelings toward him, but he still worried-what if she turned him down?!
He headed down the path toward Mary's cabin as revelry began to play over the camp loudspeaker, waking up the girls for another day of sun and fun. Mary's cabin was up already, he could hear the sound of laughter as he walked past it and headed toward Mary's tiny bungalow, which was directly behind the larger log cabin. Taking the stairs two at a time he knocked lightly on the screened door and opened it, slipping inside quietly. Andy's heart skipped a beat as he saw her asleep in bed, body tangled in the sheets. He could see her long bare legs, firm, deeply tanned and stretching way up, the sheets just stopping just below her bottom. Andy glanced at her bare back and shoulders, spotting her tee shirt on the floor. She had her long chestnut brown hair pulled up in a loose knot on top of her head.
The cabin was like an oven-unlike his cabin, Mary Catherine's didn't have air conditioning. With days hovering near 100 for the last week and the temperature at night only dropping into the upper 80's it wasn't surprising she had stripped in the night.
He sat on the edge of the bed and leaned over, gently kissing her shoulder. She tasted so sweet. "Mary, time to wake up sweetheart.
"Mmmmm…" Mary Catherine stirred slightly, rolling over onto her back, the sheet lowered all the way to her navel. He felt himself harden, despite how close to him Mary Catherine had become, they hadn't been intimate yet and simply seeing her body reminded him of how much she'd grown and how attracted he'd become to her physically. He diverted his eyes, and eased the sheet up over her breasts as he leaned over to kiss her again.
His mouth brushed lightly against her neck and his lips moved softly to her ear, kissing the lobe, then biting it gently.
"Ohhhmmmmmm," Mary arched, her eyes fluttering open.
"Morning sleepyhead," he whispers as she blinks and looks up at him.
"Hi," she says shyly, half-sitting up before she felt the sheet begin to fall. Mary Catherine caught it just before her breasts were revealed and she blushes furiously as she dimly remembers that she'd pulled her shirt off around 2:00 am in an attempt to keep cool.
Andy gave her a slow sexy smile as she dropped her eyes. He loved watching that shy blush come to Mary Catherine's face and he loved it even more that he was the one to cause it. "Looks like someone was a naughty girl last night…sleeping without your jammies Mary?" Andy says. Pulling up her chin and giving her a mock frown he adds, "What on earth am I going to do with you young lady?" The words were serious but Andy used a light, playful tone.
She giggles and leans over, whispering in his ear, the color growing deeper on her cheeks as she speaks. He nods and kissed her again. "I think that can be arranged," he says softly.
"Tonight?" she asks hopefully. He nods again. "On the way back from State College," he promises. "You know I don't like to put these kinds of things off."
Leaning over he picks up her sky blue tee shirt and hands it to her, thoughtfully turning his back so she could slip into it before she got out of bed. She climbed out of bed and he gave her a small swat on the bottom as she yawned and stretched. "Get moving, we've got lots of things to take care of today. I'll meet you at breakfast in 20 minutes."
Nodding her assent she gives him a quick kiss on the cheek and heads to the bathroom to shower. He watches her walk away, the crease of her pale cheeks peeking out from the bottom of her shirt. His heartbeat increased slightly. He LOVED that tan line, not to mention her firm, cute cheeks! She closes the door, then opens it a crack and tosses her shirt out at him. Laughing and fighting off an urge to strip down and offer to shower with her, he hurries toward the main building in order to grab breakfast for the two of them before the waffles were all gone . . .
A little over an hour later they were in the Jeep and headed down the highway toward civilization. Andy's eyes were on the road, but one hand was tenderly caressing Mary Catherine's knee. Her eyes were closed behind her sunglasses and there was a smile of contentment on her face. "That feels nice," she said as her hand closed over his. The miles sped by like that-light conversation, casual touching. Before they knew it they were exiting the highway and pulling into the parking lot of the medical center.
"Do I really have to do this Andy?" Mary asks, as they walk hand in hand through the automatic door pouting slightly. He gives her hand a squeeze of reassurance, "You know the answer to that Mary Catherine, and you promised to be a big girl for me and see Scott without arguing, remember?"
Mary turned bright red at his words and nodded, feeling about six years old. "I know, sorry, I'm just worried," she said as her ears turned crimson.
He steered her toward the elevator and pushed the up button. "I know you are Mary, but there's nothing to worry about, you've been making nothing but progress since March. Scott said on your last visit that your arm was completely healed now. He just wants to give you a good checkup before you go off to school. You get a physical every year before classes start and just because you're in college now doesn't mean you can go without one. He needs to give you your yearly exam and check your arm out one last time now that you're riding and jumping every day again and I want you to take your flu and meningitis shots plus your measles and tetanus boosters while you're here. I know you Mary Catherine and you won't do that if you wait until you're at school to get it done, so don't even think about telling me that you would."
Andy sees her stiffen at the mention of her shots and he gives her a kiss on the forehead as they ride the elevator to the third floor. "Shhhhh . . . I know, I shouldn't have mentioned it, but you know I'm right and you know it has to be taken care of. I'll come in and hold your hand when it's time for him to give you the shots, ok?"
Mary nods, she hated looking like such a baby in front of him and as much as it burned, he was right, she WOULDN'T have gotten the shots if she'd waited to get to California. She'd rather risk the flu and even the measles then getting her shots, which was precisely why Andy had insisted she have her checkup now instead of in September once she got to school.
As the elevator stops he gives her bottom a gentle pat and says, "You know you don't have to take your shots in the arm Princess. I'm sure Scott wouldn't be against giving them to you in a more padded area."
Mary blushes furiously; it was embarrassing enough to act like a little girl when she got a shot. She wasn't about to pull down her panties for them too!
"That's ok, it'll be enough for you to hold my hand." Laughing he ruffles her hair and they walk off the elevator and down the hall to Scott's office.
His door was open and Mary knocks lightly on the frame as they stand in the doorway. Scott looks up and smiles. "My favorite patient," he says. "Hey Andrew," he adds.
Mary smiles back, walking into the room. "Hi Doc," she says.
"You ready for your physical kiddo?" Scott asks as he looks her over. She was looking so good-healthy and vibrant.
Mary wrinkles her nose, "Yeah, I guess," she says reluctantly. Scott laughs, he knew that Andrew had to have put his foot down about Mary Catherine getting her shots.
"If you're a good girl I promise you can have a sucker when we're done, ok?"
Mary laughs, nodding. "I know that's your way of telling me I'm acting like a child but I'll hold you to it. Do you have raspberry or green apple?"
He nods, "I have both and if you can make it through them without me having to chase you around the room like last time I'll even let you have two so you don't have to pick."
"Deal!" she said, throwing a glance over her shoulder at Andy. He nods encouragingly.
Scott steers her toward his small exam room and points Andy to the comfortable sofa. "I'll come get you if she needs moral support." Scott says. Andy nods, opens his book and begins to read.
Once inside the exam room Scott pats the examining table. "Hop on up Mary. You don't need to change for this first part."
She sits on the padded table and patiently answers Scott's questions as he examines her wrist. "Ok, now, press against my hand as hard as you can…flex…let's see your grip…good, very good. How's it feeling?"
"Like new Doctor Reardon," she says as she squeezes the strength ball tightly.
"Good, now, relax your grip a minute…ok, one more time…"
He tells Mary to relax again and he takes the ball from her hand and makes a note on her chart.
She looks at him expectantly, "Is it still fine?" she asks.
He nods, smiling. "Better than fine Mary Catherine, it looks really strong. You can stop wearing the brace altogether and you only have to wear the neoprene guard when you ride or if it stiffens up. Northern California's a lot warmer than here, but it still gets cold in the winter and rain might cause a twinge or two for a while."
"What about tennis? Can I start hitting two-handed backhands again Dr. Reardon?" she asks, thinking how much her game has suffered. Andy had actually beaten her regularly this summer!
"If you make sure to warm up thoroughly first and don't start doing backhand drills for another four to six weeks it'll be ok. I know it sounds like I'm being overcautious, but it took your arm a long time to heal and I just want to make sure you stay healthy."
She agrees and he makes a final note on her chart. "Ok Mary, hop on down and get changed into the gown. I'll be back in just a second." He leaves and she quickly complies. She hated the little paper exam gowns, she felt so naked underneath them, even with her panties still on! She reached around and finished tying it just as Scott walked back into the room. She had a slightly apprehensive look on her face again, knowing her shots were coming pretty quickly. Scott pointed her to the scale and she stepped on so he could weigh and measure her. He made a sound of approval. "Good girl, you've gained four pounds since your last checkup…and grew a quarter of an inch."
"Gained?!" she says dismayed. "How could I have…" She stops and asks, "Did you say I grew?"
He nods, "Yes young lady, I did say that and as for the four pounds remember I wanted you to gain 10 to put back what you lost this past year so you still have six more to go. If this turns into another growth spurt I'll want to put on a few more for good measure."
She looks at him and asks hopefully, "Do you think I'll keep growing Doc?" He nods, ruffling her hair as he tells her to step off the scale and take a seat on the exam table. "Perhaps another inch or two."
"Oh, I thought you were going to say another four at least. I'm still so short!"
"There's worse things in the world kiddo. Look at me, so tall I'm constantly banging my head on the doorframe of my own office!"
Mary laughs, "I guess everyone wants to change something, but I don't want to be called Squirt forever!"
"Squirt, huh? Well, you may be small, but there's too much inside you for me to ever think of you as a Squirt. Don't worry, if I had to make a guess, you'll get up to about 5'3" perhaps a little more before you're done growing. Now hop back up on the table so I can check you out and get you on your way."
As he takes her blood pressure, listens to her heart, checks her eyes and ears and does all the other normal parts of her exam he asks how her summer has been, when she's leaving for school. "Ok, Mary, deep breath…now let it out…good girl." He drapes his stethoscope around his neck and makes another note on her chart and smiles at her. "You are very healthy young lady, I'm glad to see you doing so well. I know you went through a really tough time this past year."
Mary Catherine's face clouds a moment, thinking just how rough it had been, but quickly shakes the bad thoughts out of her head. That was the past now and all she wanted to do was focus on sunny skies and a bright future.
Scott sees her frown. "Anything you're not telling me Mary Catherine-bad dreams, anxiety . . . any of that back?"
She quickly shakes her head. "No Dr. Reardon . . . I try not to think of the bad stuff anymore and that helps a lot."
He gives her shoulder a fond squeeze. "I'm glad you're moving past it but it helps to talk about what happened more than you think. You don't have to push the bad stuff away in order to get over it. You know that, right?" he asks.
She smiles tentatively at him. "I know, honest . . . Andy and I have talked a little about it but it still hurts too much to bring up . . ." Mary looks away and takes a deep breath. She gulps hard and composes herself-she didn't want to start crying! She promised herself she wouldn't do that anymore. "Sorry . . . it still hurts to talk about what I did to stay at school-not letting Andy know what was going on, hiding things from him…" She stops again and sniffles. Andy had forgiven her; it had been hard, but he understood why she made the choices she had, but she hadn't managed to forgive herself yet-though she was coming closer every day. It was hard because she knew Andy had been so disappointed, certainly in her actions, but particularly that she hadn't come to him for help when she needed it the most, though he had come to understand she had been trying to protect him.
Scott puts down her chart and gives her a big hug, giving Mary Catherine the chance to calm down. He hears her take a deep breath and hold it for a long count of ten before she releases it again. Scott pulls back and looks at her, the tears were there, but they were holding firm in her eyes instead of spilling over. "Better?" he asks Mary Catherine.
"Yeah, just overwhelmed for a minute." She smiles weakly at him. "Thanks for caring Scott."
He squeezes her hand, "I'm a friend too Mary, don't forget that."
She nods, blushing suddenly. She'd wanted to talk to him as a friend today. She really needed a friend to help her with this…
"You ready for those shots Mary Catherine? I'll just go get Andrew to hold your hand and we'll be done in the blink of an eye," he says as he walks toward the door to his office. "I promise it won't be that bad."
She blushes harder, "NO! Wait…Doctor…Uhmmm…Scott, there's something…" Her voice dies out, this was harder than she'd thought it would be!
He comes back over to her and asks with a light tone, "You're not going to give me a hard time about your shots are you Mary Catherine? I won't give you your lollipops if you do you know!" he says teasingly.
"I'm going to be brave, scouts honor…but…well…uhhhhhmmmmm…"
Scott looks at her, obviously she wanted to ask him something and was too embarrassed to do it. Still smiling, he stands patiently in front of her and waits. "It's ok Mary, what did you want to say?"
She looks up at him briefly, turns a brighter shade of red than he's ever seen before then drops her eyes as she stammers, "I…I wanted to talk to you about…about birth…birth control."
If he's surprised at her request, he doesn't show it. Scott pats her knee, "Sure thing Mary. Did you want to know anything in particular or what kind of options are available?"
She looks up, the embarrassment starting to subside slightly. "I wanted to know…well if you could prescribe it…for me that is." She looks over at the door and back again. "Andy…he doesn't know…I mean we haven't…that is, I want to be prepared just in case we…" She stops and adds, "Please don't tell him Scott…"
"Shhhhhhhh, no…of course not Mary, you know I can't tell him anything you tell me. Doctor patient privilege, remember?"
She nods, "I'm sorry I had to put you in the middle of this, I just didn't know where else to turn. I didn't want to go to another doctor, I hope you don't mind."
Scott smiles. "Of course not Mary Catherine. I'm glad you came to me, it tells me that you're grown up enough to take this responsibility. I know it was really hard to ask."
They talk a few minutes and Scott goes over her options. "I guess I want the Pill. That's the best, right?" Mary asks.
"The Pill is good Mary, and very effective, but honestly I'd recommend something else for you. It'd mean getting a shot every four months but it's over 99 percent effective and you wouldn't have to remember to take a pill every day." He looks at her as she stiffens and adds, "I know how you feel about needles but it's effective within 24 hours; the Pill takes a month before it kicks in at full strength." He can see the wheels working in her mind. He knew she was leaving for college in less than a month and if she was certain enough of where things were going to ask Scott about birth control, more than likely she'd need something that was effective quickly.
She thinks a moment then says quietly, "I'll…I'll take the shot."
Scott nods and goes to get the needles and small vials out of his cabinet. "That's going to be five in all Mary, you want me to get Andrew now or do you want to take the one without him and have him come in for the other three?" he asks. Looking at the door again she says, "I can do this without him." She turns pale under her tan as she sees the needles and adds, "Do you have any of that spray stuff to numb…numb my arm?
He nods and grabs the can and brings it all over to the table next to the examination table. Scott hands her a large box of condoms first, which she slips into her handbag, slightly embarrassed.
"I want you to always use those too Mary Catherine, even with the shot, ok?" She nods, even more embarrassed. He was a doctor, her doctor, but he was also her friend and more importantly Andy's…it was if she was telling him all about their sex life…or their potential one anyway!
Mary turns her head and closes her eyes tight as she feels Scott bring the cool alcohol swab to her arm. "MMMM…OWWW!" Mary yelps as she feels the needle, despite the application of the numbing agent. Scott pulls out the needle, disposes it and comes back to Mary Catherine.
"Good girl, you want Andrew now?" Mary shakes her head tearfully, she'd managed to get through one, and she could do the rest too-even though she'd rather have his shoulder to cry on while Scott gave her the shots.
"I can do it myself…I think."
He nods, "How about we give you those other shots in your bottom? It won't hurt as much Mary, honest."
Mary Catherine blushes and wrinkles her nose, but finally nods. She stretches out on the exam table and Scott slips her panties down on her left cheek and swabs the area thoroughly.
"Ok Mary, just relax; we'll be done in just a minute. "Jab…jab…jab…jab" Mary's eyes tighten and she cries out with each shot, a small stream of tears falling down her cheeks. Scott quickly eases her panties back up and helps her off the table. "There, all done Mary Catherine. You ok?"
Mary nods, wiping the tears away with the back of her hand.
"Good, go ahead and get dressed and come back into my office when you're done."
Scott walks out, heading back to his office. Andy looks up from his book as Scott comes into the room. "You two ready for me?" he asks.
"No need Andrew, we're all done." Andy frowns. "Done? Scott, I'm serious, she needs those shots. Measles runs rampant on college campuses, not to mention the flu, you know that and I want…"
"It's ok, she took the shots." "She did?!" Andy's stunned. "All by herself?"
"Yep, there were a few tears but honestly she didn't make a fuss. I think she wanted to prove to you that she could do it." Andy smiles to himself, knowing how hard that was for Mary to do. She could barely bring herself to watch the horses get their shots at camp when the vet came out, let alone get within 10 feet of a needle herself. That sort of bravery called for some kind of reward. He'd have to think of something while they were shopping today.
"Where is she?" Andy asks.
"Getting dressed," Scott replies.
"Good," Andy says, looking relieved. "Was everything ok?"
"Andy you know I can't discuss her exam with you, she's a patient."
"I know," he replies, "I just worry, she took a spill last week off AJ on the cross country course. She hopped right back on, but still…."
"I can't tell you anything, but don't worry, she's 100 percent, a perfectly healthy young lady."
Andy sighs, that's what he's been waiting to hear. "Thanks Scott. Hey listen, I was wondering…well, if Mary was to…that is if she decided she was ready…" he trails off, turning red. This was WAY too embarrassing for words! Suddenly he felt like he was back in high school. "I don't want you to break your confidentiality or anything, but in your professional opinion, if Mary were to decide she was ready for, well, a physical relationship, would it be ok? I mean, I know how much she's gone through and I don't want to rush something like that. You know everything more or less that happened with her-The Reformatory, her parents. She seems fine, but I don't want to push…
It's all Scott can do to keep a straight face. It was incredible that Andy and Mary Catherine were so in sync with their thoughts and feelings, yet were seemingly clueless about each other! "I think this is a conversation you and Mary should be having Andrew, but if what you want to know is if I think Mary could handle a physical relationship, I'd have to say yes. She's mature and confident and despite her impulsiveness sometimes she's a levelheaded girl, and despite her young age and relatively small size, a very strong woman. She's got some things to work through, but with you by her side she'll get through them. There's nothing physically stopping her." Scott thinks a minute then adds, "You know you'd be her first Andrew so just go slow and take things very gently. Even if it's something she wants and is ready for, she's going to be a little scared in the beginning. It's the only advice I have, besides making it fun for her-for you both in fact."
Andy nods and is about to say more when the door opens. He blushes slightly, embarrassed that he's been talking about something so personal behind her back. He had to know though. He wanted to be with her, but he also wanted to make sure she was ready, physically as well as emotionally. Mary comes through the door, her hand on the seat of her shorts attempting to rub the sting from her shots out. Her arm throbbed too but she was determined to block out that pain. She suddenly felt older, grown up…a woman.
Andy looked at her and gave her a smile. "Come here, Mary," he says holding out his hand. Mary Catherine walks up to him and let him hug her close and stroke her hair. "I heard you were a very good girl for Scott. I am extremely proud of you Princess," he says softly.
Mary blushes and buries her head in his chest. He hugs her tight, as she whispers, "It hurt Andy, but not too bad."
"You could've asked for me you know, you never have to be so grownup and that you can't have my shoulder to cry on, remember?" he whispers back.
She nods, "I know, but I wanted to prove I could do it myself."
He hugs her tighter and drops his voice even lower and says, "I'll kiss it to make it better, ok Mary?"
She blushes furiously and laughs. "Scott gave them to me in…uhmmmm…a more padded area like you suggested. So will you kiss it before or after…you know what?"
Tweaking her nose Andy says, "both brat…ok?"
"Umm…hkmmmm…" Scott clears his throat and the two of them turn, Mary dropping her eyes to her shoes. "Sorry Scott, forgot for a moment you were here," Andy says.
"No problem," Scott replies, "but if you're going to be all over each other, maybe you should get a room?"
Mary and Andy each shoot him a panicked look and he laughs, "Just kidding guys, listen, Katie wants you two to come for dinner next week if you're free."
"My night off next week is Tuesday," Mary says.
Andy nods, he arranged his schedule as much as possible to coincide with Mary's. "Does that work for you two?" Andy asks.
Scott nods, handing Mary Catherine the promised lollipops. She gives the raspberry one to Andy and quickly unwraps the green apple one for herself. "Tuesday's great," Scott says, "see you then, say, 7:30?" Agreeing they say goodbye and head back to the Jeep.
They head across town to the shopping district and pull into an empty parking space. Andy quickly gets out of the Jeep and walks around to open the passenger door for Mary Catherine.
"Ready to do some serious shopping?" he asks as she puts her pocketbook over her shoulder. She nods, then catching sight of the JCrew store at the end of the block blushes furiously.
Andy sees her color rise. He looks at her questioningly and says, "Mary?"
She turns and gives him a shy smile. "I was just remembering the last time we went shopping here together, over Winter Break."
Andy nods, the memories flooding over him. They start to walk down the street and Andy takes her hand. "I remember," he says. "Half the time you were so sweet and fun and easy to be with; the rest of the time it seemed as though you were deliberately trying to provoke me. Every time I turned around you tried to start a fight. I was so confused."
Mary was silent for a moment, then says quietly, "I know, I'm sorry. I was so confused too. I wanted so bad for you to see I wasn't a little girl anymore and I…I was trying to get you to spank me…the way you do now. I just didn't know how to do it."
Andy stopped and looked at her in shock. "Trying to…Mary, oh god, I had no idea." He laughs, "It makes sense now. I wanted to warm your bottom like you wouldn't believe about a half a dozen times that day." He pauses and adds, "I finally did spank you, but you got more than you bargained for, didn't you Princess?"
Mary's hand creeps around to her bottom remembering the consequences of her behavior that day. "Way more Andy. I was so mixed up. I really wanted you to…I got this funny feeling in my stomach and my head started to spin when I thought about it. I kept pushing and pushing until I pushed too hard and did something reckless. I wish I could've just told you, but I was so scared of what you'd think."
He smiles broadly, "Well you know what I think, so you never have to be scared about that again." They start to walk toward the stores. "Come on, Mary Catherine, let's go shopping…"
Six hours later the two of them were walking toward Victoria's Secret. They'd already been back to the Jeep twice with all the purchases they'd made, breaking only for a hurried lunch at the old-fashioned soda fountain on the far corner. Andy went a little overboard with putting together a new school wardrobe for her. It was her own fault really, everything looked so good on Mary Catherine. Seeing her eyes light up as she tried on outfit after outfit he just couldn't bring himself to say no-despite the fact he normally set a very strict budget and allowance for her in order teach Mary how to manage her money prudently. He was determined to keep her grounded, despite the fact her trust fund could virtually provide anything she imagined. Slightly spoiled was fine, but Andy intended to be the one that did all the spoiling!
"Do you realize this is the first time I don't have to wear a uniform to school Andy? I don't just mean at Saint Francis, but ever?!" she says excitedly. "No more plaid pleated skirts with matching headbands or white oxford shirts and penny loafers. I can't make up my mind what I should wear on the first day of class!" She looked great in all the clothes they'd picked out, but he honestly thought she was so adorable when she wore her uniform. Andy wished she were wearing it on the first day of school this year. He thought of the rules he was starting to set for her and he decided that she'd be wearing a plaid pleated skirt once a week just to remember she was still his schoolgirl deep inside, no matter how grown up she'd become!
"Hi, may I help you?" a salesgirl asked the second they walked in the door.
Andy turns red as he bumped into a mannequin wearing a corset and Mary Catherine nods. "Sure, I need some pajamas, a robe, and some bras and panties…oh and stockings too."
"Miracle Bras, Angels, Second Skin, our new Body by Victoria line, what do you have in mind?" the salesgirl asks, seeing a hefty commission looming in the near future.
"Just plain cotton bras and panties are fine," Mary says quickly.
Much to her surprise, Andy frowns. "Plain cotton? What about something like that?" he asks as he points to a beautiful antique white silk bra and panties hanging on the wall, "or this?" he adds as he holds up a gorgeous black lace camisole and matching thong.
He sees the surprise in her eyes. It wasn't that long ago that she would've picked something like that and he would have pointed her toward plain cotton panties. He actually remembered trying to get her to buy her underwear at KidsGap the last time they did this! He'd been oblivious then but he realized now what a beautiful young woman she'd become and her body was no longer hiding the fact that she'd grown up. Between the two of them and the salesgirl they select a wide variety of things for her to try on…lots of naughty girl lingerie mixed in with the conservative cotton underclothes.
"Want to see them on so you can give them your stamp of approval?" Mary whispers playfully as they head toward the fitting room.
Andy turns bright red and stammers, "No, I trust your judgement Mary. I'll…I'll just wait in there, ok?" he says as he points to the small room with bath and body gels. She nods and goes into the fitting room…
As she's trying on half the store, Andy looks around, conscious of the conversation he'd had with Scott earlier in the day. He walks over to a large selection of massage oils, looking them over.
"Do you need some help Sir?" a girl asks behind him. "Yes," he answers and quickly points out what he wants. By the time Mary comes out of the fitting room he's made his purchases and has them stashed in another bag.
"All set," she says as she places her purchases on the counter. She looks everything over and frowns, "Are you sure this is ok Andy? I mean, we never set a budget for today and I've gotten an awful lot. I mean, I need clothes for school, but…"
He brings a finger up to her lips, "But nothing Princess. I want you to be the best dressed coed at Stanford and today the sky's the limit."
She looks at the large pile of lingerie and laughs, "Somehow I don't think you want me wearing any of this to class!" she exclaims.
He drops his voice and whispers, "No, but I can think of a few places I WOULD like you to wear these-at least for a while anyway."
Mary turns bright red and drops her eyes, strangely silent as the sales girl rings up her purchases. She quietly takes the bag and thanks the sales girl, walking out with Andy.
It doesn't take much teasing to get Mary out of her embarrassment and by the time they reach the Jeep she's bantering with him playfully again. As he opens the back and stows the latest set of bags, she leans against the Jeep and groans, "Are weeeeee donnnnnneeeeee yeeeeetttt???? My feet are killing me!"
He looks at his watch and the row of shops. Two more stops, no, three, after this one, but I can take care of everything else without you. He walks her to the front door of JCrew. "Go look around and I'll catch up with you in a few minutes, ok?"
"Sure, but this is it then, right? I don't think I can shop anymore today!"
He leans over and kisses her cheek. "Yes, this is it, then we'll go have some fun. I haven't forgotten what a naughty little girl you've been today."
Mary watches Andy walk across the street, wondering what he was up to. He turns and waves, then waits until she walks into the store before continuing on his way. Mary quickly looks through the store, pulling out a number of items to try on. Despite what Andy said, she'd bought more than enough today. At this rate, she'd take up all her closet space in her dorm room and half of Amy's too!
"Hi, can I get a fitting room started for…hey, I remember you! You were in here last winter, right? Just before Christmas with the really cute guy who sp…uhmmm, just before Christmas."
Mary blushes furiously; recognizing the girl who'd confided to her that her boyfriend spanked her too! She nearly fell through the floor with embarrassment. "Uhm, yeah, right, uhhhh…I'd like to try these on," she quickly says. The salesgirl leads her to the fitting room and Mary quickly tries on the armload of clothes she'd selected.
By the time Andy came back she'd tried all of it on and had the outfits she liked best ready to show him. "Very nice," he said as she walked out to show him the first one. "That's a pretty color on you. It's definitely a keeper."
She hurries and changes into the next one. It was a nice pair of tailored trousers and a mock turtleneck sweater. "I thought this would look good with my leather jacket and those boots you bought me."
He smiles, she looked really sleek and classy, not your typical coed in sloppy sweatshirts and jeans by any stretch of the imagination. He nods with approval and she goes back, showing off the last outfit, a big navy v-neck sweater vest with a white stripe across the chest. She'd paired it with a pair of khaki pants and a crisp white tee shirt. "Now that looks like a Stanford girl if I ever saw one, even if the sweater should be burgundy instead of blue." Andy said.
"They didn't have that color in my size," she says. "Besides, I like blue better." He gives his approval and she goes back in to change. She steps into her small white shorts and pulls her black linen sleeveless shirt back on, buttoning it quickly.
As she sits down on the bench to tie her tennis shoes, Andy knocks on the door and pokes his head in. "I found one more thing for you to try," he says as he hands her a tiny plaid slip dress with a tee shirt and a matching cardigan.
Mary groans. "Oh god Andy, not another outfit, I'm all shopped out. Besides, you know how I feel about plaid! I've had enough of it to last a lifetime!!!"
He gives her a slight frown. "Come on, just one more, for me. You look SO sexy in plaid Princess. Please try it on."
Mary folds her arms over her chest and says "No!" emphatically.
He folds his arms right back and steps inside the fitting room, firmly shutting the door behind him. "Yes," he says as he turns the lock. "We're not leaving until you try it on, and that's final."
"Hmmmpphhhhh," she says, sitting down stubbornly. "Then I guess we're NOT going anywhere for a long, LONG time! You're SO bossy sometimes Andy Michaels, but you're not my boss, you're my boyfriend. I have rights you know!"
He sits down next to her and pulls her chin up so he can look her in the eye. "I know you have rights young lady and you have options. Right now you have a choice. Either try on that dress for me this instant and stop acting like a brat, or I'll be happy to dress you myself."
She blushes furiously as she stammers, "You…you wouldn't dare Andy!"
Mary gets up and quickly walks over to the door, ready to let herself out of the fitting room. Suddenly Andy's arm snakes around her waist and he yanks her backward, neatly dropping her over his lap.
"SMACK…SMACK…SMAAAACCKKKK." His hand crisply lands on the bottom of her small, snug shorts.
"ANDY!" she exclaims, her face beginning to flush. "SMACK…SMACK…SMAAACKKKK…CRAACCK!" "You are…SMACK…SO…SMAAACKKK…infuriating…WHAAAPPP…CRAACK…sometimes…Mary Catherine," he says as he smartly warms her bottom. "I…SMACK…wanted to do this…SMACKK…WHAPPPP…CRAACK…the last time we were here…SMACKKKKK…now I want to see that dress on you…CRACKK…SMACK…right this instant…WHAPPP…or…CRASMAACKK…I'll take down your short and panties…WHAAPP…right here, right now and…SMACKKKKKK…spank that bratty bottom of yours…SMAAACKK…CCCCCCRACKKK…on the bare! SMAACKKKK…Is that…SMACK…perfectly…WHAAPP…clear young lady?!"
He stops and set her on her feet. Her hands fly to her shorts and she rubs out the sting. "OUCH!" she says emphatically. She's got a cute pout on what, at the moment is a VERY red face.
He laughs, ruffling her hair. "Come on brat, it didn't hurt that much," he says.
She sticks out her tongue as she starts to slowly undress. "Says you! You didn't get a bunch of needles jabbed in your backside today!"
Andy gets up and presses her against the dressing room wall as he kisses her. Before she knows what's happening Andy has her shirt and short off and the tee shirt and dress on her. He gently threads her arms through the cardigan and turns her toward the mirror, wrapping his strong arms around her. "You look beautiful Mary Catherine. Plaid is DEFINITELY your color, though that blush looks awfully pretty on you too."
The color on her cheeks grows brighter at his words. "I think we'll have you wear this one right out of the store…and on the first day of school too, ok?" She turns and throws her arms around him, kissing him passionately. Finally she pulls back and nods her assent. "Good girl, now fix your ponytail and I'll send the salesgirl in to take off the tags."
Andy takes the other outfits out with him and Mary Catherine pulls up her dress in the back, and slips down her crisp white panties with the little blue and yellow flowers, taking a quick peek at her cheeks. He'd left them a pale pink and despite what she'd said his spanking wasn't hard enough to hurt, even when his hand landed where Scott had given Mary Catherine her shots. She heard the salesgirl knock and she swiftly slipped her panties back into place and pulled the dress over her bottom. It was all she could do to keep a straight face while the girl cut off the tags. Based on the knowing look the girl had on her face she was perfectly aware of what had just happened in fitting room number three! Mary knew she should be embarrassed, but right now she was so turned on she honestly didn't care!
Joining him at the register, Mary slips her hand into his. "All set," she says. He smiles, that new dress was really pretty and showed off her curves to their best advantage. "I picked out some hairbands and clips, oh and I thought this bag was really cute."
She nods her assent and watches everything get wrapped up. Andy hands over a credit card and signs the receipt.
"Thanks, come again," the salesgirl says brightly, as she hands Andy the bags, giving Mary a sly wink. It was all Mary could do to keep from laughing as they left the store and headed back for the Jeep…
She slips off the cardigan and neatly folds it and places it in the back seat before she climbs into the passenger seat. She might need it later, but at the moment it was too hot for a sweater. "What's that?" Mary asks curiously as she spots a large wicker basket on the back seat.
"That's a surprise Mary Catherine so no peeking."
She fastens her seatbelt and looks over her shoulder. She loved surprises and Andy knew it was next to impossible to make her wait.
"Don't even think about it young lady." If you peek you're not going to get whatever's inside, got it?"
Mary sighs loudly, clearly pained. Andy laughs, "It's not going to work. You can be patient, you'll see what I picked up soon enough…
They drive out of town and head back toward camp. Instead of making the turnoff for Camp Allegheny though, Andy drives about 10 miles past and exits. The roads get smaller and smaller until it turns into a dirt road. They bounce along for the final two miles and stop at a small clearing. Andy turns off the Jeep and collects Mary and the basket. "You up for a little walk?" he asks.
Mary frowns, she hadn't been kidding about her feet killing her. "How little?"
"About a mile, maybe a little less. It's all flat except for one small hill."
She smiles gamely. Andy was almost 10 years older than she was so she wasn't about to admit he wore her out today! "Sure, piece of cake."
Taking her hand they slowly walk to their destination. Coming out of the trees at last he says, "Well, here we are, what do you think?" They're standing in a field of wildflowers on the other side of the lake. She can see Camp Allegheny in the distance-the small cluster of cabins, the large white barns with green roofs, the main riding area.
"We're up near the cross country course, aren't we?" she asks.
"Yep, I found this spot last week when we were hosting the Hunter Trial." It's beautiful, just the sort of place Andy knew she liked-quiet, romantic. There was a small dock with a canoe tied up to it and a barbecue set up. "I thought we could have supper up here and watch the sun set."
Her smile grows. "That's what the basket's for, isn't it? You brought a picnic supper!"
He nods, spreading a blanket out in the middle of the flowers and setting down the basket.
Mary Catherine sits on the edge of the dock, dipping her toes in the water as Andy starts the charcoal. It was all he could do to keep from laughing as he heard her squeal. The water was fairly cool in the late afternoon sun. Once he puts the steaks and corn on the grill he joins her and puts her arm around her, looking out across the water. Mary drops her head on his shoulder and sighs contentedly. "I wish we could stay like this forever Andy. You know I don't have to go away to school," she says.
He turns and kisses the top of her head. They'd had this discussion a number of times this summer and as much as he wanted her to stay he wouldn't allow it. Stanford was too important for her to give up. She didn't know it yet, but he and Ted and Tim had been working on buying up land on the Northern California coast for their new company. With luck he'd be out there by the New Year. "I know Mary," he finally says, "and I want that too-but we can't. You have to go. It won't be forever."
She snuggles against him. "It feels like it'll be forever," she responds.
"I know, but it won't, I promise." They sit in silence for a while, each lost in their own thoughts.
Andy finally gets up to turn the steaks and helps Mary to her feet. By unspoken consent they put aside their conversation regarding school for another day. It was hard, because Mary knew Andy was going to hold firm on his decision. A few months ago she would've looked at his decision as sending her away, of not caring about her enough to let her stay, but she knew now it was because he really did care about her that he wanted what was best for her. It didn't make it any easier though; if anything, it made it all the more difficult.
Dinner is quiet. Andy marveled as always at the fact that he could enjoy his time with Mary Catherine even when they didn't say a word. "Companionable silence," he thinks to himself. There was no awkwardness, no uncomfortable moments. He could feel the closeness, the connection, they were so much alike. She might be younger than he was, but she had a grown up soul. She was fun and loving, but she had a wall around her, a border of privacy that she guarded every bit as fiercely as he did. Mary had let him inside, slowly and tentatively and he had done the same. He knew for certain that he wanted her, all of her…
There's a couple of hours of daylight left after supper and Andy leaves Mary alone briefly while he returns the picnic basket to the Jeep. She lies on the blanket, looking up at the puffy white clouds, making up stories about the shapes in her mind. She's so caught up in daydreaming she doesn't hear Andy come back up until he stops and kneels down next to her, giving her a gentle kiss. Mary smiles and rolls over onto her side.
"Thanks for a perfect day," she says.
He smiles back and brings a freshly picked daisy from behind his back. "It's not over yet," he says as he lies beside her.
She looks at him expectantly. "It isn't?"
He shakes his head. "Nope, we've got some unfinished business to take care of young lady, but first…"
Andy rolls her over so she's lying on top of him. Slowly he begins to kiss her, gently touching her. God it was so hard to wait. He wanted her now, tonight, but he was going to going to be patient. He had planned things out very carefully and as beautiful and sweet as she looked lying in this field of flowers it wasn't what he had in mind for her first time. The kisses grow longer and deeper and his caresses grow more ardent. Daylight begins to slowly fade as they kiss.
Shyly Mary Catherine began to explore as well, to touch and kiss and caress Andy the way he's done to her. He groans as her hands slip down toward his belt and he catches her wrists. "No Mary, not that," he says with gentle reproach. He presses her to the ground, bringing her hands up over her head. "Why not?" she asks, her brow knitting. "I want to, but maybe you don't want…" "I do Mary Catherine, so much, I can't even begin to say, but when you're ready, when it's really right."
"I'm ready," she insists.
He saw the sureness in her eyes and he decides it's finally time to ask. He helps her sit up. "Are you sure?" he asks.
Mary blushes, suddenly feeling very shy. "Yes."
He smiles and draws her close. "I rented a cabin up in the Poconos, on a small lake for a week after Camp Allegheny closes. I'd like you to come with me…to be with me, but only if it's what you really want."
She pulls back and looks at him, her breath catching slightly. She'd dreamed of this for so long. "I want to be with you too Andy."
He kisses her tenderly, but with passion, slowly bringing her body back down onto the blanket…
By the time they sat up again the sun had nearly set. She shivered slightly as the air began to cool. Andy slipped her cardigan around her shoulders. "Better?" he asks.
"Yes," she says, snuggling close to him.
"Good. You won't need that sweater for long though. I still have some bottom warming to do if you'll recall for…uhmmmm…unladylike misdeeds as I recall." He felt her heartbeat pick up and her body temperature elevate.
"Yes Andy, I remember."
"Good," he says softly as he reaches into his backpack and pulls out a long flat box. "I'm going to spank you now Mary Catherine." He puts the box beside him and slowly draws her over his lap. Mary giggles as he gently spanks her bottom over the back of her skirt.
"SWAT…SWAT…SWAT."
"I thought you said you were going to spank me!" she says teasingly.
"SWAT…SWAT."
"What are those?"
"Love taps Princess," he responds. You're going to be over my lap for a long, looooonnngg time tonight so you'd better get comfortable."
Mary squirms across his knees slightly, "How long?"
"SWAT…SWAT…SWAT…SWAT…SWAT."
"That's for me to know and you to find out."
Mary laughs again, his hand was so gentle against her backside.
"SWAT…SWAT…SWAT…SWAT."
Mary began to get turned on as he continued to spank her softly over her dress. It was so slow, so soft, so seductive. Her thighs rub together slightly and she blushes as she realized her panties were growing slightly damp. "Ohhhhh" she moans slightly as his hand lands on her backside again. He'd been spanking her over her dress for about 20 minutes now and while the spanks were still soft, she was beginning to get wound up.
"SMMMAAACKKKK…SMAAAAACCKKKK!!!!"
For the first time his hand comes down with a bit of a bite and her head whips around so she can look at him in the fading sunlight. He stops a moment and gently pats her bottom. "I don't think this is quite getting the point across young lady. Perhaps if we lifted this dress out of the way and gave you a good lesson on your panties if might be more effective."
A ripple of excitement went through Mary Catherine and her arousal grew as Andy slowly slid his hand up the backs of her thighs and drew the tiny dress up to her waist. Mary squirmed, her legs kicking slightly. She brought her legs together, trying to hide her increasing excitement.
Andy noticed it right away. "Oh my, you have been a naughty girl," he says as he slips his hand between her thighs and parts them slightly.
She jerks as he touches panties, barely containing a moan.
"It's ok Princess, we're all alone, you can be as loud as you want." He begins to rub her over her panties and strokes her tender inner thighs.
"Ohhhhh…mmmm…Andy!"
"Good girl," he says encouragingly, continuing to rub. He built her emotions up into a welter of wanting over the next 10 minutes, then let her cool down slightly before he removed his hand and tightened his grip around her waist.
"SSMMMAACKK…SMACKKKK…SMAACKKKK!!!" The spanks were firmer this time and her heartbeat increased.
"You are SUCH a naughty girl, aren't you?" he scolds gently as he continues to spank, "But you're SUCH a good naughty girl."
Mary's bottom begins to feel a delicious warmth beneath her panties, one that spread across her cheeks and between her thighs. She squirms harder, raising her bottom slightly to meet Andy's palm. "Please Andy," she pleads, her breath growing slightly labored.
"SMAAACKKKK…SMAAACCKK…SMAACKKK…SMAACKK…"
He pauses a moment then asks with a particularly firm spank, "Please what Princess?"
"Please spank me harder Andy, I really, REALLY want you to."
"SMAAACKKKK!!!"
"Impatient little thing aren't you Mary Catherine?
"SMACKKKK…SMAAACKKK…SMAACKKKK…SMAAAAACKK…SMAACKKK."
A flurry of firm, crisp spanks land on her flowered panties. "This is just a warm up, but since you're anxious, which is not at all ladylike by the way, maybe getting this spanking on the bare like a really naughty girl will help straighten you out."
Andy smiled as he felt a rush of heat flood Mary's small, firm body. She'd gotten excited the moment he'd said 'on the bare' just like he knew she would.
His smile turned to laughter as she seriously said, "Perhaps that's best Sir…uhmmm…Andy."
"Yes," he says slowly, considering things as he starts to spank her again, slower and firmer this time, "perhaps it is best."
He stops, rubbing her bottom over the panties again, then slips a single finger into the waistband and tugs them down over her small rounded cheeks and guides them over her thighs, letting them come to rest around the backs of her knees. Even in the fading light he could see the rosy glow on her cheeks and the tan line from her bathing suit. He could also see the slightly swollen spot and small bruise on the top of her left cheek. He lightly ran his fingers over the bruise. "You're going to get quite a spanking tonight naughty girl, but first, I promised I'd kiss that to make it all better."
He leans over and presses his lips over the bruise, giving the sore spot a tender kiss. "There, all better now?"
Mary quivers, blushing furiously. She was so warm, no hot-so turned on. Andy had spanked her in a "grown up" sort of way several times now, but it had never been so prolonged, so intimate.
"Uh huh," she finally manages to say.
"Good girl." He pats her rosy cheeks, then begins to caress them.
"Mmmmm…ohhhh," Mary Catherine exclaims.
"SMAAAAACKKKK…SMMMMAAAACKKKKKK…SMAAACK!"
Mary's head comes up and she moans. There was a definite bite to the spanks now, but her bottom was so warmed up that it barely felt stronger than his initial swats over her dress.
Andy fell into a rhythm now, 10 or 15 spanks, then his hand stilled, rubbing her cheeks and her thighs.
"SMACK…SMAAAAACKKK…SMACKK!"
Her body was quivering, her eyes closed as she drew in every last ounce of feeling.
"SMACKKK…SMAAACKKKKKK!!!!"
Suddenly her eyes flew open in surprise, a loud sound of pleasure tearing from her mouth. "Ohhhhh…ohhh…ANNDDDYY!!!!"
His hand stilled between her thighs, a huge smile on his face. She gasped and moaned, twisting on his lap. Andy withdrew his fingers and gave her another dozen firm spanks, then slid his fingers between her thighs again, sliding across the soft, damp flesh. She gave another moan, then her thighs slid open willingly. He touched the little tangle of curls-he'd permitted her to grow them back after graduation, albeit temporarily, then slid a single finger in the hidden fold and began to stroke her firmly. He built up her desire to a feverishly high pitch, then withdrew and gave her another set of firm spanks. Her cheeks were a nice red now, just bordering on hot. As his hand dipped down again he extended his index finger and slid it easily into her.
Mary climaxed immediately, desperately twisting on his lap. It was the first time he'd ever touched her so intimately and her moan was like music to his ears. She had so much passion inside her; he was drawing it out, slowly but surely. He was so hard at the moment and he grew harder as she felt how much she wanted him. A realization hit him though. She was so small, so tight. Scott had been right, he'd have to go very slowly in order not to scare her. He withdrew his finger, then inserted it again, adding a second one. She moaned hard, but her body was eager, slowly accommodating him. He was encouraged as another orgasm built and she screamed his name again. Andy's fingers withdrew and he patted her hot bottom as she calmed down. "Good girl. Did you like that?" he asks.
"Oh yes Andy," she exclaims, her heart still racing. "It felt wonderful." He removes his hand and she can hear him open the small box he placed beside her. "I'm glad, it's supposed to feel like that."
"Now," he says seriously as he tightens his grip, "I'm going to finish spanking you Mary Catherine." She looks back at him, her ankles crossing.
"Finish?" she asks. "I thought you were done."
"No, no, not by a long shot. I've just finished warming you up properly. I'm going to give you a real spanking."
Mary struggles for a moment, protesting she hadn't been a bad girl!"
"Shhh, no, you've been very good and very naughty Mary Catherine. This paddle isn't for punishment Princess, it's purely for pleasure. If it starts to be too much-too hard, too long, too much to handle, I want you to let me know. All you have to do is say 'Dean' and I'll stop. Can you do that?" Mary nods. "Dean," she repeats.
Her mind was going in all directions, but nothing prepared her for what happened next. She felt something warm and fuzzy rub all over her bottom, causing her to laugh, then it withdrew and a hard "WHAP!" landed hard on her left cheek. She yelped with surprise, then laughed again as the fuzzy item rubbed the well-spanked spot.
"Mary, you still with me?" Andy asks as he pulls her new paddle back for another sharp "WHAP!" across her bottom.
"Yes…YOUUUCHHHH!!!!!" she cries loudly. Andy applies the fur-covered side of the round leather paddle to her bottom again. The spanked spots were hot and tender, but the other side of the paddle caused her to giggle uncontrollably each time Andy applied it to her bottom.
"WHAAPP!!!" Rub…"WHAPPPP!!!!"
Mary's mind was racing in circles. The fuzzy strokes were making her so hot and wet, the luxurious leather being applied to her bottom honestly was doing the same thing. Andy had spanked her so thoroughly leading up to the paddle that she couldn't call the intense smacks painful, though her bottom was getting brighter and brighter by the minute.
Suddenly she climaxed, writhing across his lap as she came, then going slack as she began to softly cry. As her body calmed, she could feel the spanks on her bottom, sharp and firm. She opened her mouth to say 'Dean' to stop him when the fuzzy side of the paddle rubbed her bottom again, taking her breath away. She continued to cry when the leather side of the paddle landed on her bottom, but she felt something other than pain. She couldn't stop him, she felt so open and free, he wouldn't hurt her, he couldn't hurt her…
Just before the sun set, it was over. Andy slowly returned the paddle to the box and leaned over to kiss the small bruise on her left cheek again before easing Mary into a sitting position on his lap and removing her panties entirely. "Shhhh, that's my good girl," he whispers reassuringly as she cries.
It took a few minutes before she realized he was no longer spanking her, that she was on his lap and he was holding her close, comforting her, kissing her tenderly.
"Are you ok?" he asks. She nods, burying her face against his shoulder. "Are you sure? You didn't say anything to stop me. Did you forget your word Princess?"
Mary shakes her head. "No, I was going to say it, my bottom was so hot, but then you rubbed the furry side on my bottom again and it felt so good I couldn't do it. I knew you wouldn't hurt me, that you'd stop when you thought I'd gone far enough."
She looks up and gives him a weak, teary smile. "That's exactly what you did." He kissed her forehead and slowly rubbed the tears away from her cheek.
"You liked it then Mary?" She thinks a moment then nods and asks, "When can we do it again Andy?"
His laugh of approval is loud. "After your bottom recovers brat. Maybe if you're really nice and naughty we'll come back here before we go to Scott's for dinner next week."
Mary sighs contentedly and they lie back in the grass, watching the sun set. A big, full moon comes out over the lake and all the stars come out, lighting up the sky. They talk well into the night and with great reluctance Andy finally decides it's time to head back to camp. They walk along the path, Mary yawning sleepily. He'd really worn her out today.
They reach the Jeep and he helps her climb in, carefully buckling her in. The drive back is short, but by the time they pull up to the front gates Mary Catherine is nearly asleep. He stops the Jeep, gets out and walks her to her small bungalow. "Bedtime, and that's an order," he says gently as he opens the screened door for her.
Mary yawns, nodding. She was so tired she just wanted to wash her face, brush her teeth and tumble into bed. He waits as she changes in the bathroom, then tucks her in. "I almost forgot Mary Catherine…you were such a brave girl today for Scott, I got you this so you'd know how proud I am of you."
He pulls a small box out of his pocket and opens it up, extracting a silver bracelet with a heart charm dangling off of it.
"Oh Andy, you shouldn't have!" she exclaims as he takes her wrist and fastens the clasp.
"Yes I should have and I want you to wear this always Princess. I had it engraved." She looks at it, and smiles. "Andy's Brat" it says in tiny script.
"I am NOT a brat!" she insists sleepily as he eases her back down on the bed.
Leaning over he kisses her and whispers as she falls asleep, "You're right Mary Catherine, you're not a brat…you're MY brat, and don't you forget it!"