Chapter 8

SHE WANTED TO BE SPANKED....

"Well chick," Jack flashed her that warm smile as they sat across from each other in her suite, "you did come up with quite a can of worms here."

"It's not the worms as mush as the snakes that bother me," Calla answered.

"It can be difficult in the dark, but we'll try to sort them out. Maybe we'll trample the snakes and take the worms fishing."

"I hope you can do it, Jack. I especially hope you can do it before time runs out for dad. There isn't much left and it seems like a small enough going away present."

"I see what you mean, chick, but that part about hoping I can do it is for the birds. You've already done most of the work. All we have to do is tie loose ends together."

"It isn't going to be that easy, Jack. I still don't have any hint at all about the vanishing income."

"Sure you have. Those charts you worked out are a better road map than we could possibly need. Given a few days behind the desk, I'm sure I can find out not only how, but who. That will be a crummy little chunk of cake for old gumshoe Towers after you've turned on all the beacons."

"I hope you're right, Jack."

"I'm right, all right. All we have to do is keep our pigeon from getting suspicious until we can clip his tail feathers. Until then, although it breaks my heart, were going to have to act as if we never met."

"Well, as I see it, if I'm coming in because your dad has to take time off because of his health, that's one thing. If somebody sees you and me together, the wind will get up and whoever is dipping into the till will cool it for a while. That way, we'll never catch him."

"Darn it, you do make sense after all," she said with a grin.

"I feel about as cheerful as you on that score, chick," he caught her hand and held it between both of his. We'll have this part of it cleared up in just a little while though, unless I miss my guess. After that, there are a lot of things I want to say to you, chick lady."

"I promise to listen to every one and I won't laugh unless you start waving the flag again."

They were both laughing as he got up to pour drinks for the two of them.

"You still want to keep the window thing away from your dad and keep him posted on the rest?" he asked in an abrupt change of pace.

"Yes, Jack. Don't you agree?"

"I agree right down the line. I just wanted to check the ground rules, that's all."

"Anything else?" she asked over her glass.

"One little detail. I'd like to find out where our boy West lives and who else lives there with him."

"I want to visit him when he's not home and take a look at the picture collection we'll find there, that's all."

"That may not be so easy, Jack."

"Lady, locks and keys were designed to keep simpletons out. They haven't gotten around yet to designing the lock I can't open almost as easily as the owner can do it with his key."

"I'll get the information you need, but we go along on the particular trip together."

She thought that he was going to argue, but he only grinned instead.

"Okay," he conceded, "against my better judgment, you come along but who keeps our boy West occupied here at the hotel?"

"Dad can look after that. I'll tell him we want to look over the apartment for reasons based on missing money."

They agreed to do it as quickly as possible. After that, Jack's appointment to the staff would be announced and he could begin watching the operation behind the desk.

From that point they chatted generally about the hotel operation, the people who could be involved in bilking it and their assurance that Bruce West was their man on both counts. Calla was relieved when Jack indicated agreement with her hunch that the man was not involved in blackmail.

While they continued to sip drinks in her suite, the conversation gradually shifted away from hotel problems altogether and moved into a more personal area.

"Of course I said we shouldn't be seen together," he answered her comment as he sat on the arm of her chair and slipped an arm around her so that the hand cupped the swell in the front of her dress. "But I don't see anyone here to see us. Do you?"

"Now that you mention it," she smiled up into his face, "I don't."

His face came down to meet hers which was upturned and ready. Her lips proved to be as eager and as hungry as his. It was a delicious kiss, so much so that when it was over, Calla stood up by the chair and slipped out of her dress.

"That's just in case you get any naughty ideas," she said with an impish grin. "I wouldn't want anything like a dress to get in your way."

Agreeing with the soundness of her reasoning, Jack stood and stripped naked. What Calla saw made her think of waving flags again and he understood why she giggled.

"I think you're a bit overdressed, lady," he said in a serious tone.

"Is that so," she cocked her head and tried to look cool. "Well I don't intend to do anything about it."

"Then in that case, I guess I'll have to do it for you."

Calla like the masterful way he handled her. His hands held and turned her easily and he was unfastening her bra and removing it for her.

He was just as masterful about taking her panties off and she couldn't help think of how it would be if he decided to spank her. She would be helpless and no matter how she turned and squirmed and protested, he would force her over his naked lap.

She couldn't stop thinking about it. As she lay over his lap, she would feel the throbbing strength of his masculinity as his big hand spanked her upturned buttocks hard enough to plant a fiery sting and a long lasting tingle that would keep warming her all through the session of lovemaking that would follow.

Calla promised herself that as soon as the troubles at the hotel were over, they would go away to some nice isolated cabin in the woods where they could make all the noise they wanted.

It would be a simple matter to do something that would inspire him to spank her. She wouldn't tell him until the spanking was over that she had led him into it because she wanted to be spanked.

But Calla had to forget all about spankings then because although his hands were on the cheeks she wanted spanked, they were rubbing and stroking and caressing as he pulled her to him in the caress that would inspire them to walk together to the bedroom.

Their kiss lasted through a beautiful eternity and it ended when he picked her up easily in his arms. Although he could have held her higher, he permitted her to slip down until she felt her buttocks rubbing his erect maleness in a way that excited both of them.

As he walked her toward the bedroom, it slipped over the smooth surface of a cheek and parked in the indentation between. She felt him jab it toward her while it stayed in the valley.

"One of these days I'm going to give it to you that way," he grinned.

"I've never tried it, lover man," She smiled boldly at him, "but with you, I think I'd try anything. Would it hurt much?"

"I'd make sure we were both prepared so it wouldn't hurt you at all. Would you really be game to try it with me?"

"Yes, Jack. I want to do everything you want to do. Have you done it to a woman that way before?"

"Yes," he answered simply and she didn't ask anything more about it.

And then they were in the bedroom and he was placing her gently on the bed. They played all the wonderful games they had played before and he was just as gentle, just as imaginative a lover as he had been then.

They loved until both were completely spent and then they slipped into a deep, happy sleep with his arm around her warm, silken, buttocks, his lips grazing on the erect, enlarged tips of her still aroused breasts.