Long Time Coming Ch. 04

Megan suggested the last two weeks of July were best. That was the hottest time of the year and there's no better way to cool down than spending the morning in the breaking waves. This year they could do just that. Her mother had bought a house on Cape Hatteras after saving and investing for years. Now that she had the dream home she wanted, the only thing that would make it better was for her only daughter to come and share it with her. Recently she'd heard her go on and on about the new man in her life and this would be the perfect opportunity to meet him.

To say Troy was nervous was putting it lightly. He wanted to meet her mom and wanted to make his girlfriend happy, the problem was that the more time they spent together the more he felt that she was the one for him. He never expected to feel this, at least not so soon. School was still in session and he would be there for at least another three semesters. How could he deal with meeting the love of his life now? It frustrated him. Whenever he thought about spending the rest of his life with her he felt a mixture of elation and insecurity. How could he know if she thought the same? Perhaps she was just stringing him along, having fun and never much thought of anything else.

As always, Megan comforted him. Though he ended up tongue twisted and could never find the right words, she acted as if she felt as he did. She'd take him to her breast, offer it to his lips until he sucked and lay with him, petting his head as he fell asleep happily. It eased his fears and renewed his feelings for her.

She drove while he sat with a map messily unfolded over his lap. Pointing at the spot he believed to be their destination he nodded when she offered a sly smile.

"You sure," she questioned. "Remember, this place is as new to me as it is to you.."

Beneath the map she placed her hand over his and squeezed every now and then. She didn't question his navigation but let the wheel flow through her fingers. As night fell they reached her mother's house.

It was a large two bedroom with a porch around the first floor. An ornate window looked down on them from the second floor. In it Megan could see her mother running down to greet them.

"One thing," she said, turning off the ignition. "My mother is still a bit old fashioned so we're going to have to put the breaks on the sex for a while."

His face dropped and he tried to speak. Before he could get a word out she put her arm around him, playfully tugging at his earlobe. "I mean it, sweetie. Just do me that one favor. I promise I'll make it up to you when we get home. It's only for a week."

With a quick kiss, Troy said he'd do his best. Truth was, despite having had sex just that morning, he was already feeling a rustling in his crotch. Wishing it away, he stepped out of the car and went to greet Megan's mother.

The two women were already clasping each other. He took the luggage she brought and lagged behind his girlfriend. Obediently standing quietly by her side, he waited until they detached before introducing himself. Her mother beat him to it, taking his hands in hers and looking him up and down. When their eyes met she offered a wide, loving smile.

"You're right sweetie, he is just darling," she said to her daughter. "Such a fine young man! And cute too."

Troy felt as if he'd blush. Her words made him that much more nervous and he anxiously looked at his feet. With a prompt from Megan, he introduced himself. She shook his hand firmly and offered, "Any man that treats my Megan so well needn't be so shy. You're practically one of the family."

He balked at this and stuttered a quick thanks. Joining the two lovers' hands together, Megan's mother admonished them to grab the rest of their luggage and come inside. A hot pan of lasagna was waiting for them in the oven.

The week went by fast and Troy was surprised to learn that going without wasn't as difficult as he'd expected. The second day of their visit she had surprised him with a brand new bikini that barely covered his bottom half. Even with her mom standing next to her, Troy couldn't help but gawk. Rather than chide him, she soaked up the attention, sashaying as she walked a few steps in front of him. When they reached the beach, he had to run into the waves to cool down his obvious erection. Later that day, he promised himself, he'd get rid of it. He knew he'd have to get off soon. It had been years since he'd gone more than three days without and he had no intention of doing that this week. Whatever it takes, he will come before they leave for home.

Megan wasn't making it any easier for him. Though they shared the same room, they slept in separate beds on opposite ends of the room. She made a point of walking around naked and Troy always ogled her; her long, toned legs, her full breasts and the tight, round cheeks of her ass. He openly gawked when he opened the bathroom door in the morning to find her shaving her legs in front of him, one leg perched precariously on the edge of the tub. As he scratched at his rear end he stared at the pink slit of her sex. It seemed like forever since he'd seen it. He yearned to drop to his knees, reach to it with his tongue and sup at her juices. It was almost as if he'd forgotten what it felt like to bury his prick inside her and feel the warmth enveloping his most sensitive area.

She felt him watching and looked up to see his pajama bottoms rudely tented in front of him. "Troy," she scolded, a smile spreading across her face. "Get rid of that thing, what if my mom came in?"

He shook his head, wondering how he got back to high school. Absentmindedly he reached to his crotch and began pulling at his prick. She gasped and reached for the shower. "Not like that! Get in the shower!" She played at shock and sprayed him with the shower massager. He pretended to run which only forced her to grab him and yank his bottoms to his knees. "Get in there," she scolded and placed a not-so-playful slap to his nether cheeks.

The shower cooled him off that time but his problem only intensified that afternoon when Megan wore her bikini and laid out. He tried to ignore it and rested beside her, happy to laze beneath the warm sun but the harder he tried, the more difficult it became to not turn and steal glances at his girlfriend in the tight pink lycra bikini.

She had undone the straps of her top and wedged her bottoms between the strong cheeks of her ass. Moving closer he made out the plump outline of her pussy lips against the thin material. So close...

"I hope you're not thinking naughty thoughts." Megan taunted him and rolled over, one hand pressing her top to her chest. She squinted from the sunlight as she spoke to him. "Sweetie, I know this is hard. It's hard for me too but I wanted to see if we can do it. Both of us. Believe me, there's nothing I'd like more than to rip off your trunks and mount you right here in the sand." She rested her hand on his knee. "I made a promise to my mother though. I know we could do that and most likely get away with it but that's not the point. I want to see if we can do it together. I want to know that my man is strong enough to restrain himself for a few short days. Do you understand, baby?"

He nodded, unsure of what to say and she lay back down, her hand clasped in his. He lay next to her, holding her hand and going over what she said in his mind. She had a good point but he still wasn't sure if he could make it.

A swim in the waves helped clear his mind and reduce the tension. His cock felt alive and ready, aware of every move he made but tried to ignore it.

Megan's mother was a fantastic cook. Priding herself on her recipes, each meal would shame any four star restaurant. After polishing off her lasagna, chicken stir fry and Swedish meatballs, Troy was ready to finish her next masterpiece, London Broil and potatoes.

The three enjoyed the meal, laughing and exchanging stories. Troy's tale of finding a ride home from Mardi Gras during Spring Break his freshman year had her mother laughing so hard she almost choked and Megan told of the eccentricities of the other TA's she worked with in grad school.

Desert was raspberry tart. Megan chose blueberry while her mother had lemon. "Troy," said her mother, the tines of her fork dabbing at her tart. "I'll have you know I expect you to be a gentleman while you're under my roof. I've consented to allow you both to share a room but I'll have nothing unbecoming an unwed couple."

Megan looked down, unprepared for such a speech. Troy felt himself blush but stayed silent as a mouse.

"You seem like a good boy and I'm sure you'll do the responsible thing and keep your hands to yourself. Megan is a good woman," here she held her hand. "and I expect you to obey and keep her respectable." She turned to her daughter. "And you, I'm sure you'll keep him in his place. You've always been a strong woman."

The couple was quiet after that, neither able to say a word after her pronouncement. Desert was finished in silence as Troy considered ways around her mother's rules. He knew if he tried anything Megan would be upset.

After dinner Troy watched as Megan casually stripped and put on her bikini. Each time he saw her he couldn't help but stare. In his desperate state the sight of her wide, firm bottom and freshly shaven pussy made obeying her wishes difficult. As he stood watching her he unbuttoned his pants and dropped them to his knees, hoping to get her in the mood for some play. Bikini in hand, she stepped out of the walk in closet, saw his erection and stopped abruptly.

"You know we can't," she said. "And you're not making it any easier for me either. Put that away."

His hand curled around it, offering it to her, nearly begging. "Your mom would never know."

"That's not the point." Her voice raised. "Maybe she wouldn't but I would. I told you we're not going to and I meant it. Now put that thing away before I have to punish you!"

He realized how he must have looked, pathetically offering his manhood to his woman and being rejected. He felt hurt and shamed and turned to tuck himself back into his pants. As he did Megan saw his bare ass. He looked so childish wearing only a shirt with his pants at his ankles. It reminded her of how he looked during his last spanking the week before. Her body responded and she felt herself dampen. Quickly she put on her bikini and left the room. It wouldn't do to give into such thoughts right now.

Rearranging himself as he lagged behind, he passed her mother in the hall and failed to avoid her and any questions she might have "Going for a swim?"

"That's right," he answered shyly.

"With no trunks?"

It was then that he realized all of his were in the laundry room on the other side of the house. The day was growing late and he decided against going to get them. It was cool enough to lie on the sand with jeans. He didn't want to lose sight of Megan. She was far ahead, her cute butt bounding beneath the thin material of her suit.

He rested against a rock as he watched her dip into the ocean. Already he was growing hard and felt himself dripping. A swim would make it easier for him but he was tired of ignoring what his body felt. He preferred to lie out and enjoy the feeling of his erection tenting his pants. When she walked out of the surf her lean body was coated in a shining layer of sea water accentuating her full breasts and womanly hips. As she approached, she noticed him sleeping. With a sly grin she petted his crotch and squeezed the thickness she found there. He stirred slowly, and twisted his hips towards her palm. "Baby," he said, not yet awake. "Thank you." He reached out to her, finding only empty air as she sat back.

"You need to wake up. It's getting dark and you'll catch cold."

Grunting unhappily, he grimaced as he shifted his erection in his pants. He was horniest when he woke up and, after going without for several days, it had grown painful when he wasn't able to tend to his needs.

She walked in front of him as they made their way to the house for dinner. Her tight ass looked that much more appealing under the setting sun. Troy shook his head in frustration. Once inside she locked the bedroom door behind her so she could change out of her bathing suit and dry off.

When she came out to let him in she was wearing a bra with lace cups that accentuated her bust and a black skirt pulled tightly around her waist. Seeing her this way pushed Troy further and he risked her anger by playfully squeezing her breast as he knew she liked.

She gasped, more out of arousal than surprise, and caught herself before he noticed. Clamping her hand around his wrist, she pulled him into the room. Enticed by her behavior, he groped her backside, his fingers finding their way beneath her skirt to the smooth cheeks of her butt. She slapped him away.

He could hear her breathing heavily, frustration combined with anger, and he smiled slightly. She had always appreciated this side of him, the playful flirting they'd always shared.

"Take off your pants," she breathed huskily.

He fumbled at his belt and quickly pulled them down his legs. She watched him intently and licked her lips as his full erection sprung into view.

"Troy," she said, her voice warm and lusty. "I've tried to put up with you. I know how difficult it is going without, even for a few days." The skirt slid off her thighs with a delicate pull and she walked to him. Her arms gliding around his neck, her skin smelling of the sun and ocean air. "But," she whispered, her lips barely touching his. Their eyes held each other, hers warm and composed to his eager, wide eyed gaze. "I told you we had to go without this weekend. I know you may not think so, but it's been as difficult for me as it has been for you."

She held his cock in her hand and her fingers curled beneath his full balls. He moaned openly, blushing at his arousal. A slight smile formed at the corners of her lips. "Now you must be punished."

His mouth gaped at the statement. She continued stroking him, her motions causing him to moan and pump into her hand.

"That feels good, doesn't it baby? Soooo good."

He nodded helplessly, not considering how it looked. Him, completely naked, moaning and whining as she jerked him slowly. He tried to increase her movements, pumping into her faster but she held him steady. One hand held his balls while her index finger and thumb circled around the base of his shaft.

"Easy, honey," she cooed. "Just let it out. Have a nice long come so I can give you a proper spanking." He moaned at this, his eyes pleading to her. "That's right. You're going to get a good, long over the knee spanking from your mommy."

He was breathing heavily and she pulled him close for a hug. His cock, new enflamed, rubbed against her soft inner thighs. "That feel good, baby?"

He nodded excitedly and wrapped his arms around her. He could feel her nipples stiff against his bare chest and pressed his lips in the warm skin of her shoulder.

"Good boy, good boy," she teased. "You're going to have a nice long spurt than mommy's going to take her hand to your bottom for a hard spanking." She heard his breath quicken and she added, "It's ok honey, I know what you need. A naughty boy like you needs a woman to help him control himself when he can't. You're just like every other child; lost without a feminine hand to guide him."

She was really getting into the role now and felt herself grow damp between her legs. The feel of his naked body, his soft skin and lean body reminded him how tender and vulnerable he really was. Her heart opened and, as he moaned and shook, she kissed him lightly on his forehead.

"There, there love," she whispered, barely speaking. "You know you're safe with me. You know I'll always be there to keep you safe." He clutched her tightly as she gripped his member lovingly. He was throbbing in her palm and he thought nothing of his impending spanking, only enjoying the warm, intimate feeling that passed between them. He felt secure and immeasurably happy.

Her lips were at his ear now. "I love you, my beautiful, precious boy." Her hand slowed her stroking, tightening her gentle grip. "I'm going to give you such a good spanking, right over my loving lap." He was seconds from coming and she wanted him to know exactly how she felt. "After you release and give me all you can I'm going to bend you over and spank your bottom." He peaked and began quaking against her. A flush of warmth filled her palm. She cupped his cockhead, rotating her hand against his oversensitive skin. "It will hurt. Your beautiful bare, boybottom will sting and you'll cry. You'll kick and you'll want it to be over." He loosed into her as her hand tightened against the head of his prick.

Her voice grew deeper now, "But it won't be over. Not until you've been well and truly punished like a naughty boy should be. As your disciplinarian, as your lover, I won't finish until you've gotten just what a misbehaving child like you deserves- my love in the form of a hand across your bottom."

Almost instantly his demeanor changed. He was clinging to her, ashamed to show his face and afraid of the inevitable. She allowed him the respite. He was crying but she brought no attention to it. When they broke he hid his face, looking down at his feet.

She ran her fingers through his hair. "Come now sweetie, take your medicine."

He nodded, still not looking at her. When he didn't move she did what felt natural and took his ear between her fingers.

He cried out, following her on tiptoes as she led him to the bedside. She sat on the bedspread, her black silk panties tight against her body. Troy went reluctantly over her lap. His penis deflated, he looked more like the recalcitrant little boy she had accused him of being. It struck a pang within her breast but she steeled herself so she could mete out the discipline, as was her duty.

As he always did, he looked much younger naked over her lap. His bare buttocks made him seem more fragile, the tiny shakes pulsating through his body making him timid.

She dried her hands and placed one comfortably against his shaking glutes. First she patted him playfully, as if reminding him of his humble position. He was silent and she felt him holding his breath. His elbows were clenched together, his fists pressed beneath his chin.

"I love you boy, but you must learn to mind me."

With that she raised her hand and dropped it across his bared backside. The first slap was a shock, causing him to rise up. He made no sound but exhaled in a loud huff. The next spank caused him to cry out and she used her free hand to caress the back of his head, easing him back down.

She laid a series of hard slaps across the flesh of his bottom which caused the tight buns to ripple and shake. He was moaning now and the tears she caused earlier started anew.

"Hurts so much more with all your come out of your system, doesn't it?" He moaned an affirmative and she took a moment to admire her charge. He was a beautiful man, well- made, tender, loving. It filled her heart each time she punished him so. It reaffirmed their relationship and reminded her of the importance of the duty. Every man needs a strong woman in his life. Some direct them, some comfort and a rare few, like Megan, spanked the dickens out of him when he disobeyed. It was a sacred ritual, one that had been performed for generations from mother to child and wife to husband. A tear collected in her eye as she realized she was now a part of that circle as one who finds nothing more important in this world than guiding her mate and teaching him to obey.

Another round painted his cream colored skin a healthy pink. He was louder this time but didn't fight. Instead he wiggled painfully as her hand made contact with his rear end.