Hot Summer Nights
by Julnick
The afternoon breeze was warm on her back as she spread the red
gingham tablecloth over the picnic table. A pleasant cacophony of
bird song and chirps rose above the sound of the water splashing
gently against the sanding beach. At the end of the sand, a large
grassy area provided space for the nice redwood picnic table and
the large barbecue. Dan trotted across the yard from the house,
carrying a pile of plates and silverware. He stepped gingerly on
bare feet through the rough weeds at the edge of the lawn, then
strode easily across the soft green grass to her side. Ducking in
and placing a quick kiss on her cheek, he set dropped his load of
dishes on the table with a loud clatter.
"Dan! Be careful!" She exclaimed. He grinned jauntily.
"Yes ma'am," he smiled widely. "I'll start the
coals," he said, dumping the bag of briquettes into the
metal belly of the barbecue. Spraying lighter fluid liberally
over the charcoal, he struck a wooden match and tossed it on top
of the pile. Orange flames licked over the black pile, and she
could smell the distinct odor of burning fuel and coals. The
smoky smell rose and mingled with the smell of fresh grass, the
sweet scent of lilacs, and the warm comforting, undefinable smell
of late summer afternoon. Jessi smiled inhaling the sweet air as
she lay the plates in their places. Dan limped through the weeds
again to the house and came back carrying a stack of bowls and
bags that teetered precariously as he approached. Jessi watched
tensely, willing the pile to remain stable. When he was within
reach, she quickly snatched the items from the top of the stack
and set them down on the table. Helping him to unload the rest of
the supplies. She spread them out on the table, potato salad,
chips, dip, condiments, carrot sticks, napkins, serving spoons.
As she leaned across the table to place the last spoon, she felt
strong arms wrap around her waist, and she leaned back against
Tom, turning her head up to meet his kiss.
"Alright lovebirds, break it up," a voice called across
the yard. Turning in the direction of the voice, Jessi grinned
broadly, breaking free of the embrace.
"Hey Doug, Lisa," she hurried across the grass, meeting
the two newcomers, taking some of their load and carrying it to
the table. Lisa and Jessi huddled over the table setting out the
salad Lisa had brought with her, and chatting cheerfully. Doug
and Dan wandered over to the grill, Dan pointed out all the
features, puffing with pride as Doug commented appreciatively.
"Beer for you boys?" Jessi called, pulling bottles out
of the cooler. She handed them across to the men, then pulled out
two more for herself and Lisa. Just as she twisted the top off
her own bottle, another car pulled up to the house. The new
couple joined the group, chatting and laughing easily. The last
car pulled in just as Dan was spreading the coals.
The party went smoothly, everyone enjoyed the food and the
company. As the meal wound up, and the women all joined in
gathering up the dishes and taking them back to the house, the
men gathered around the beach chatting about how wonderful the
landscaping was. Dan, his tongue loosened by alcohol, strutted
around the property pointing out each feature, and bragging about
how he'd installed it, groomed the lawn, carried the stone,
hauled the sand. The men nodded appreciatively at the stories,
which got more unrealistic at each step of the way.
Back at the beach, Dan was regaling them with the tale of how he
brought in each load of sand himself, raked it out, pulled the
weeds, hauled out the rocks.
"Well, I heard it a bit different," Doug said, with a
touch of mirth.
"How's that?" Dan asked, swaggering with bravado and
beer.
"Well, the way I hear it, Jessi did most of the work, while
you sat on your butt." That brought a chuckle from the
group, and Dan flushed.
"Yeah, well, is that what she says? I'll tell you something
about women, they never do anything, all she did was sit around
and nag about where everything should go. Dan Dan Dan..." he
mimicked with an exaggerated whine. "Dan do this, Dan don't
do that, Dan Dan Dan." His dulled senses didn't comprehend
quite quickly enough that the object of his imitation was
standing at the edge of the sand, arms crossed over her chest,
and her expression dangerous. Slowly he ground to a halt, looking
into her angry face. An uncomfortable silence fell over the
group.
Dan shifted his weight from foot to foot, trying to avoid eye
contact. "Daniel, come over here, now!" Her voice was
soft, but the venom in the words was palpable. Slowly he trudged
past the other men, and approached his angry wife. As soon as he
was within reach, she grabbed his ear, yanking him forward
roughly.
"OW" he yelped, stumbling forward trying to relieve the
pull on his ear. She strode across the grass into the weeded area
a short ways from the rest of the group, and released him. He
rubbed his sore ear, whining. "oww, Jessi that hurt."
She ignored him.
"What the hell do you think you are doing?" she
demanded.
"Umm, I, I was just showing the guys around, honey," he
stammered, acutely aware of her glare and of the burning in his
ear. Her hand flashed out, her palm cracking loudly across his
cheek. He gasped, the sting making his eyes water.
"Jessi, I'm sorry." He looked into her eyes, and he
could see the hurt behind the anger. He stared at the ground for
a minute, gathering his courage. "Jessi, I've been a very
bad boy, and I think I deserve a good old fashioned
spanking." Her eyes widened in surprise, and he struggled to
suppress a grin. Suddenly she broke out in laughter.
"You bastard," she chortled, punching him in the arm.
Unable to contain it any longer, he grinned. "Alright
Danny," she only called him Danny when he was going to be
spanked, the name made his heart thrill with excitement and fear.
"If that's what you want, that's what you will get."
His stomach went icy cold, but adrenaline thrummed through him.
Jessi gave him an undecipherable look, then turned and went back
to the party.
Dan limped through the rough weeds back onto the soft grass, and
flushing, embarrased, he wandered back over the the group of men.
"Got you on a short leash does she?" Doug chuckled.
"Ah c'mon man, I fucked up, I know it," Dan responded,
kicking some sand with his bare foot. Doug nodded slowly.
"So, how about those Dodgers?" Doug said loudly, and
the group laughed, breaking the nervous tension. The matter was
quickly forgotten as the sun set, casting long shadows and
fingers of fiery red and gold over the shimmering surface of the
lake. The men tramped off around the edge of the lake, gathering
dry wood and kindling. The women gathered a pile of round stones,
and made a fire ring. Soon a large fire was burning merrily,
casting dancing patterns of light onto the dark ground. People
gathered around, sitting on blankets, on stumps. Couples sitting
in each others arms, gazing into the flames. A chorus of humming
and chirping filled the evening as crickets went to work.
Conversation ebbed and flowed, the fire cracked and popped, the
flames dancing, licking over the dry wood.
Slowly the fire died down, the night gathered in closer and
closer as the flames shrank down to glowing embers. Jessi leaned
into her husband's arms, staring into the red coals. The moon was
high in the sky when people began to get up and stretch. Jessi,
stood, and held out her hand to Dan, pulling him up. With a lot
of hugs and goodbyes, Jessi and Dan walked their friends out to
the driveway, wishing them well, thanking them, and waving as one
by one the cars turned out onto the road and drove away. Jessi
watched as the red taillights of the last car winked away into
the night. Then she turned to her husband. "We can clean up
in the morning. Right now we have other buisness to attend
to." Dan felt the adrenaline begin to pump again, as he took
her hand to his lips, and kissed it gently.
"Yes, dear, we do," he said softly. He allowed her to
lead him into the darkened house. The sounds of crickets and the
smell of lilac filled his mind as he walked up the steps and into
the house. Jessi led him through the dark kitchen, down the hall,
into the bedroom. She touched a lamp, and a soft diffused warmth
filled the room. She took his hand, drawing him close to her,
into a warm, long kiss. Then stepping back, she lifted his shirt
over his head and tossed it aside. Then she slipped her fingers
into his shorts and slid them down. He stepped out of them
obediently. Watching eagerly as she pulled her own shirt off,
unclasping her lacy bra, she dropped them both by her side. He
exhaled softly, revelling in the beauty of her nakedness before
him. Slowly she slid down her shorts, revealing lace panties,
which she lowered and kicked off as well. She stepped back and
sat down on the foot of the bed. Dan's heart was pounding, his
head felt dizzy with anticipation, his stomach twisting in knots,
as he watched Jessi slide back so that her back was againt the
headboard of the bed. She raised her hand, motioning him towards
her. With a mixture of eager anticipation and fear, he crawled up
to her and laid himself across her legs.
She laid her hand lightly on his buttocks. Then raised it and
brought it down with a loud smack. The print of her hand appeared
quickly in pink against his pale skin. Again and again,
alternating sides, she brought down her palm. The smacks echoing
loudly in the silent room. Occasionally one spank would overlap
or hit a particularly sensitive spot, and Dan would let out a
small gasp. She worked over both buttocks, spanking hard and
even, then moved down to the upper thighs. The first smack
brought a gasp from her husband, the second, a low groan. Another
smack, and another. He was shifting uncomfortably. Two hard
smacks to the upper right thigh, and he let out a soft
"ow". Three smacks to the left thigh and she was
rewarded with a slight whimper and more squirming. Renewing her
hold around his waist, she moved her hand up to his buttocks once
more, spanking in an even pattern down the right side then up the
left. Spanking hard, slowly, evenly, soon his skin was quite
pink, starting into red in places. He was gasping and whimpering
as her hard hand continued to fall on his tender backside. Again,
again, spanking harder, more deliberately. His legs shifted, as
he twisted his body, struggling to avoid the searing slaps.
Right, then left, right, left, covering his bottom and thighs
evenly with sharp slaps. Then she paused, resting her burning
hand on his hot skin. He was breathing hard, and she could feel
his stiff penis pressing against her thigh. The silence in the
room was broken only by the chorussing of crickets outside the
window, and the sound of Dan's heavy breathing.
His entire backside was burning terribly, the spanks had finally
stopped raining down on him and he took the opportunity to catch
his breath, he hadn't realized how shallow his breathing had been
during the spanking, but now, he found himself panting for air.
Another sensation crawled up into his mind, the burning wasn't
only in the back, he felt a burning pressure in his penis as
well, he could feel his wife's soft skin against him, like silk,
so soft, so cool. He shifted on her lap, rubbing against her soft
skin. He was so absorbed in the sensations that he was caught
unaware when a searing pain shot through him.
She rose the hairbrush again, bringing it down with a thunderous
crack. The crickets outside the window fell silent at the sound.
Dan yelped, his legs stiffening and kicking, his body twisting
depserately trying to escape the blows. Another crack elicited a
choking scream. She wielded the brush easily, raising it
slightly, then bringing it down with a quick flick of her wrist.
She peppered his bottom with stinging blows until his screams
became hoarse. Then she moved to the tops of his thighs,
lightening the blows somewhat, but still delivering a loud Crack!
with each one. He kicked and struggled, but she held him firmly
in place. Finally, she delivered four hard swats to the underside
of each cheek which left him kicking and screaming, then laid the
brush aside.
Dan's mind was filled with pain. He couldn't think through the
haze of agony in his backside. He sobbed, giving up completely,
knowing the spanking would only end when she wanted it to. Each
terrible swat driving him further into the helpless sobbing. The
brush struck the tender underside of his bottom, and pain
exploded through him, he howled in agony as the brush seared his
bottom. Then, it ended, coughing and sobbing, he was vaguely
aware of the spanking ending, and a cool hand tenderly carressing
his flaming bottom.
Barely conscious of his actions, he rose up off of her lap,
turning to lay beside her, as she slid down to face him. She took
him in her arms, holding him close to her. Tears still flowing
down his cheeks, he kissed her breast tenderly. Then more
eagerly. She turned onto her back, and he moved above her,
kissing, carressing her breasts as she stroked his hair. His
tongue flicked out teasing, and she gasped, arching her back,
pushing herself towards him. Her right hand slid down, between
his legs, cupping his balls in her hand, squeezing gently, her
fingers stroking him lightly. His mouth moved over her nipple,
suckling, licking, as her fingers caressed, squeezed, stroked
him. He lifted his head, pressing his mouth to hers, as her left
hand slid over his buttocks, pulling his hips towards hers, her
right hand guiding him, as he comes inside her. The moved slowly
together, their bodies joining, their hearts beating together as
they kissed. Their tongues matching the movements of their
bodies. Slowly, gently. The crickets began to chirp again, a soft
breeze brought the smell of lilacs through the room. Very slowly
the speed increased, their breathing became heavier as they
moved. Then the movement stoped, shuddering gasps, soft moans,
and they collapsed into each others arms. They held each other,
cuddling, listening to the chirping of the crickets as they
drifted to sleep.
--
Julnick