Her Hometown Daddy Page 3

  What the fuck is his issue? Hmm, maybe he’s worried that I’ll think he’s making a move on me and just because we’re living together he gets ‘conjugal visits.’ God, he can be such a prude. If he’s up for a few lays, I’ll be more than happy to accommodate him. But that’s for later. Time to party!

  And party they did. Well, Lisa did; Drew drank, but he was far more moderate than she was. Her liver seemed to know no limits. This early in the season, there were only four bars open, but they hit all of them, and Lisa was only dimly aware of the events in the last two. Something about doing shots out of a belly button (hers or someone else’s) and then an impromptu wet t-shirt contest. Then the world turned upside down and she felt a terrible pressure on her tummy. The cool night air wrapped about her and she shivered, and a few more brain cells kicked in.

  “Set up another round there, dude; the night is still young,” she slurred.

  “I think it’s time to call it a night,” Drew said.

  Lisa was confused; his voice seemed to come from her butt!

  “Dew, wha-the duck? You udder my chair?”

  He laughed. “Chair? Lisa, I don’t think you could use a chair without a seatbelt. Relax, I’ll get you home safe and sound.”

  Lisa babbled some sort of reply; she didn’t even know what she meant to say.

  “Hey, guy, looks like you’re getting lucky tonight,” some man said. “Care to share? My place is just a block over. I’ll give her something to suck on, you take the back door.”

  “I’ll pass.”

  “Oh, you want the front? Fine by me.”

  “Fella, no, give it a rest. The girl’s a good friend.”

  “Yeah, right,” the guy sneered. “Hey, boys, we got us some free candy. Come help me collect it!”

  Lisa’s world was suddenly quite active. She was bounced and jostled all over the place, and she felt strange hands on her several times as Drew grunted and groaned. A whistle shrieked.

  “Freeze!” a deep voice bellowed.

  Many feet stomped around her, angry voices were exchanged, and then her world settled down.

  “Drew, care to explain?” a gruff voice said.

  “He was clearly defending himself,” another man said.

  “Oh, I know that,” the first said. “If it takes three men to fight one man, the one is usually in the right. I’m talking about the little lady. Drew, you know I run a clean town and island. I don’t stand for ladies getting hurt.”

  “Relax, Jerry, it’s Lisa. She’s staying with me for the summer.”

  Jerry chuckled. “Lisa, eh? I should have recognized her at once by her assets. Okay, you can go. Hey, you want a lift home?”

  “I’d appreciate that. I don’t relish carrying her all the way up the hill.”

  “You got it. Hop in,” Jerry said, opening a car door.

  Lisa couldn’t see what was going on, but the sounds told her enough to figure it out. Her head spun and she came to rest on a firm little sofa. Drew slid in next to her, the door closed, and a moment later they were moving. It was so nice, a soft gentle journey where she just seemed to float along. She managed to open her eyes and saw that they were in the back of a car, a police car in fact, and she managed to smile. Yes, that was Shadow Island for you, and good old Jerry Garcon (AKA Garcia, at least that’s what everyone called him) was driving. The man looked to be at least fifty, but then he always did. He’d been constable back when she and Drew were kids, and he’d looked exactly the same. Did he have a painting in the attic or something? The car stopped, Drew’s arms slipped behind and under her, and she drifted out of the car.

  “Thanks, Jerry,” he said.

  “Always glad to help you out,” came the reply and then a chuckle. “Looks like you’re going to have your hands full with her.”

  “Yes, but a lovely handful,” Drew said happily.

  They said good night. Jerry drove off and Drew carried her inside. Getting up the narrow stairs was tough, he had to hold her very close, but he managed.

  A strong acidy taste filled her throat. “Ohhh, I don’t feel so good. Put me down, I need the bathroom. Mr. Toilet is calling.”

  “I got you covered,” he said quickly.

  Dashing through the door, he set her down just in time. Lisa proceeded to puke her guts out into the toilet while he held her head. She retched and heaved so long and so hard, she would not have been surprised to see various internal organs issue forth from her mouth.

  “Ohhh, what a night,” she groaned.

  “Well, if you’re going to party hardy, you have to be prepared to pay the piper. Come on, I’ll get you to bed.”

  “Yaaa, now we’re talking,” she gurgled. “Come on, Drew, let’s do it!”

  He sighed, washing her face, and hoisted her aloft again. “Lisa, I think sleep is called for.”

  She tried to protest, but all she produced was gibberish as he carried her to her bed. The next thing she knew, softness surrounded her, and then came oblivion.

  * * *

  Lisa awoke with a start, sat up, smacked her lips, and looked around. It was morning, late, easily nine or later, and someone was working outside. She rubbed her head and checked herself over, and tried to remember the night before. Only a few snippets stood out, but she did remember trying to get Drew in bed. As she was still fully dressed, it appeared he’d turned her down. While initially disappointed, as she thought about it, she could understand why.

  Yeah, who wants to make love to a drunk? Oh well, next time I’ll go after him stone sober. Be more fun that way. For now, it’s shower time.

  She left a trail of clothes to the bathroom, and then just stood under the showerhead and let the water wash over her. It felt so good. She was impressed that she had no hangover. Yeah, she could still hold her liquor. Some more memories returned to her mind and she realized just how stupid she’d been, and how much trouble and danger she’d been in. Drew had been a true white knight, and she’d been an idiot. Once dressed in her Fink Floyd t-shirt and snug little hot pants, she went downstairs and made an especially nice breakfast of pancakes, eggs, and everything else she remembered Drew loved: sausage, corn muffins, and bacon. Stepping out the back door, she saw that the bell (now nicely polished) was back in place.

  She rang it. “Come and get it!”

  The thumping and hammering fell silent, and Drew popped his head around the corner from the front porch.

  “What’s up?”

  “Come see,” she replied, gesturing for him to come to her. “A little thank you.”

  He stomped on down the porch, confusion on his face, and entered. She led him to the table and served him, including juice and coffee.

  “Wow, Lisa, this is great. I just had—”

  “Some fruit and got right to work,” she said quickly.

  He chuckled. “You still know me so well.”

  “I try. Hey, what happened to your knuckles?”

  “Oh, these? Nothing much, just banged them while I was working. What are your plans for today?”

  “Well, it might be early in the season, which means the water is still pretty chilly, but the midday sun is warm and inviting. I’m going to hit the beach and start my tan.”

  “Sounds like a plan. You want to grab a bite before you head to work?”

  “Not really. I’ll have a late lunch, and then Ken said he sets out a little buffet for the staff. I’ll be fine.”

  Finishing his coffee, Drew nodded and rose to his feet. “Okay then, I will catch you later. Got a lot of work to do.”

  Lisa licked her lips and stood to block his way. “Um, Drew, there is the matter of my… rent. I’m going to be gone most of the day, and then working. So, shouldn’t we do it now?”

  “Hmm. I guess you’re right. So, in your room again?”

  “Yeah,” she replied, trying to sound casual. “Unless you’d like to… do it in… yours.”

  “Yours will be fine,” he said, heading for the door.

  She sighed and rolled her
eyes behind his back. Shit, could he be any denser?

  A moment later, they were in her room. She got on the bed on her knees, bent way over so her head and chest were flat on the bed, and put her arms straight out in front of her.

  “Damn, girl, could you possibly make your ass any higher in the air?”

  She grinned over her shoulder at him. “Figured you were a little tired from last night and this morning’s work, and just wanted to make things easier for you.”

  Smack! His firm hand connected with her very high rump.

  “Oh, you think I need you to make it easier for me to spank you? That attitude makes me think you need a good, long, hard spanking, and that’s just what you’re going to get,” Drew sneered.

  Swat, spank! He gave her two more solid whacks. “I have to say, Lisa, you really went a bit overboard last night,” he scolded, stepping up the pace a bit. “I mean, getting buzzed is one thing, but you were full on, blackout sloshed, drunk as the proverbial skunk. It was your first night back on the island. Don’t you think you should ease off just a bit?”

  She shuddered in anger and opened her mouth to complain, but no words came out of her mouth. The combo of the spanking and scolding excited her in ways she’d never experienced before.

  “I… um, well… I…” she choked out, and then yelped as her ass grew hotter.

  “You know, Lisa, the club and restaurant owners hang out in each other’s places. So they see what goes on in the clubs. If they don’t, they at least hear about it. You really want Ken learning you spent your first night here making an ass of yourself?”

  “Ouch, ow! I, um, I… I’m sorry, Drew, you’re right. I… ah, I—ouch—I was a fool, I was… um, bad, and, ow, and I should have known better,” she said meekly.

  His hand, that lovely large and firm hand kept at her plump cheeks, every smack building the sting and heat higher and higher, and the scolding made her feel more and more the contrite child. Yet, those weren’t all. The audio input mixed with the physical stimulation to produce the most amazing output: sexual energy and it totally inflamed her pussy.

  “Well, just so long as you learn something from this, that’s all I care about. From now on, try to exercise a little moderation, okay?”

  “Ouch! Yes, Drew, yes, I’ll… I’ll try to be a good… girl, I’m sorry I was… was… naughty, a naughty girl,” she choked out.

  Her fingers closed around her pillow, her nails digging into its softness as her ass swayed in response to his continued onslaught. She swung it back to meet his hand, the motion adding just the right amount of sting to her supple flesh. As her bottom rebounded, it arced forward, and she moaned. There was something about that, the stretching of her skin, her pussy being pulled taut that drove her wild.

  Then he stopped.

  Lisa almost screamed. She snapped to attention and spun about. “What the hell?”

  “That time worked even better than yesterday. It was almost a real spanking, what with you learning a lesson. I’m glad of that, Lisa; I don’t want you losing your job or getting hurt. Anyway, have fun at the beach, and good luck with the new job. Now, I really have to get to work.”

  “I… but… you, we, um…” she stammered, rubbing her sore seat.

  She stayed there, kneeling on the bed, her jaw hanging open as he walked out of the room. The man was as dense as a lump of lead! Today, she had time for pleasure, and she was going to make use of it. She closed the bedroom door, pulled off her clothes, and flopped on the bed. Wiggling and squirming, rubbing her sore behind into the mattress, her right hand thrust between her legs as she tickled her breasts with her left. Fingering her clit, she moaned and arched her back. She closed her eyes, her breathing becoming labored and fast, and sweat trickled across her bare flesh.

  “Oh, yeah, ohhh, yessss,” she groaned.

  Her body was on fire. The heat in her cheeks squeezed and thrust into her pussy, and joined with her fingers to ignite her g-spot. Her toes curled and her mouth flew open. Fortunately, she didn’t scream out her pleasure. She sucked air, hard and fast, and her thighs quivered.

  “Close, soooo close, come onnnn,” she growled in frustration.

  Rolling over, her body seemingly knowing what to do even if she didn’t; both hands flew back to her red seat to smack herself over and over. Renewed tendrils of fire erupted in her cheeks. Opening her mouth, she bit down on whatever she could reach with her teeth—the sheets and pillow—and growled again. This time in pleasurable pain. Every spank sent more sting into her poor ass, but as the feeling drove deeper into her flesh, it transformed into total bliss.

  “Ohhh, yes, Drew, yesss, spank me, teach me, scold me, Dre—Dre—dadddyyyy!” she screamed through her teeth and into the pillow.

  That was the last straw. She lost it, she came hard, and threw herself forward and down into the bed. Bouncing and rolling about, the pleasure and pain were like a snake wrapping its coils around her tighter and tighter. She brought her hands out in front of her, grabbed the pillow, and stuffed it full in her face. It was just in time too; the scream of orgasmic bliss that exploded from her lungs would have been heard back on the mainland. Finally, after several minutes orbiting the planet, she settled down and rolled onto her back. Her breathing slowed, her mind cleared, and she actually found herself longing for a cigarette.

  And she didn’t even smoke!

  Shit, talk about a cliché. Oh, man, I don’t fucking believe it. That was just about my best orgasm ever, and it was all on my own. Who needs a man, right? Although… I tend to think Drew could rock my world. That is definitely next on the agenda. For now, I’ll settle for some fun in the sun.

  Chapter Four

  Lisa luxuriated on the beach, the warm sand under her, the cool breeze blowing, and the hot sun slowly baking her skin. Her bottom was still toasty and she’d scooped and piled the sand so as to create a little crater for her poor posterior to hang over. She had the added embarrassment of her bikini being just a bit too revealing. That issue hadn’t occurred to her back when she was packing for the summer. So, lying there, she stayed on her back as long as possible, and then raised her head to scan the beach. Fortunately, there was no one else around. She rolled over, winced a bit, and then settled down to soak up some more rays. Her butt and thighs clenched, the heat in her flesh being slightly chilled by the wind wafting about her.

  It was positively delicious!

  Her head plopped forward and oblivion embraced her. Giggles sounded around Lisa. Her eyes popped open; she blinked and looked around. Several young people—male and female and clearly about her age—were strolling across the sand. From the footprints in the sand, it was clear that they’d walked by her. She blushed. While she was wearing the most modest bathing suit she had, it still didn’t adequately cover her red cheeks, which meant they’d seen her. Running her hands over her skin, she felt a bit hot. The position of the sun told her she’d been asleep about an hour and decided it was best that she get up and go. After all, she didn’t want to get burned on her first day at the beach.

  Gathering her things, she slipped on her torn and tattered jeans shorts, didn’t bother with a shirt over her bikini top, and headed home. She made one stop on the way, at a little clothing shop to buy the single most boring bathing suit she’d ever owned. It wasn’t too bad. It was a two-piece, so she could wear the conservative bottom with any of her nice tops, and still wow the boys at the beach.

  Hey, who knows, maybe even Drew will notice me.

  Once home, she got cleaned up, dressed, had a quick bite, and zipped off to work. Entering The Golden Lobster from the service entrance, she introduced herself to the kitchen staff, servers, and then set to work getting the bar ready. The place was easy for her to handle, especially after some of the clubs she’d worked before, but she knew that as it wasn’t ‘in season’ yet, the crowds would be small until the Fourth of July. That was the true start of the season, and then it would be total pandemonium. These quiet weeks would give her time to get proficie
nt at the drinks, learn the layout of the place, and develop good relationships with everyone. The servers were expected to tip her out every night, and the better their relationship, the more likely it was that she’d get good money.

  The restaurant closed at ten, so she was able to get home by midnight. As she’d stood for most of the night, the sting in her ass truly dimmed, which actually pissed her off. She would have loved to sit on one of the barstools to rekindle that fire, but she couldn’t. Ken had said she could sit when not busy, but had to stay behind the bar. She had a nice soft little chair in the corner, which was a disappointment.

  Walking up the hill, she longed for more heat in her seat, and it was frustrating to not have some way to get it. For once she was glad the roads had no streetlights; she could stay hidden from view. Besides, there weren’t many cars on the road. She gave herself a smack. It was okay, but lacked ‘oomph.’ Still walking, she scanned the area and saw some twigs and branches scattered about. She picked up a nice-sized one, tapped it against her palm, and then swung it around behind her. Tap, tap-tap, swish!

  Lisa jumped. Wow that was stingy. It hurt and helped, but… I don’t know, there’s still something missing. Damn, why does Drew have to be such a good… ‘fire builder?’ Well, tomorrow is going to be different.

  She dropped the branch and sped up. The sooner she was home, the sooner she could get to sleep, and dream of Drew! The back door was unlocked, which was normal for the island, and all was quiet. A dim nightlight illuminated the bottom of the stairs and she easily found her way upstairs. She turned for her room, but a thought came to her. Drew’s bedroom door stood open and she could see him in there sound asleep. She smiled. He had such soft features and he looked so handsome and strong lying there. Moving through the door, she sat on the edge of the bed and giggled. It was a beautiful old spool bed with very tall legs, obviously to make it more convenient for him to get in and out of. The result was that she had to hop up to get on the bed and her legs swung freely. She sat there, her hand lightly caressing his arm as his chest slowly and steadily rose and fell.