Kendall’s hands tightened on the papers. Why in heaven’s name was she having such thoughts? But even as she tried to figure it out, her imagination kicked into gear again and she was back in her fantasy world.
She wouldn’t struggle to free herself, or even attempt to push herself upright, but Jason would put one hand on her back to hold her in place anyway. He’d then rest his other hand on the curve of her jean-clad ass warningly while he explained to her why she was getting this spanking.
Then finally, after he was satisfied he’d lectured her enough, he’d begin.
At first, the jeans she wore would be sufficient protection against the barrage of smacks he gave her, but as his hand came down harder and harder, she’d feel them more and more. But she knew that would be nothing compared to what it would be like when he pulled down her jeans.
Kneeling on the floor beside the desk, Kendall blushed as the fantasy played out. Pussy tingling, she imagined Jason reaching around to undo the buttons on her jeans. He’d slide them down with almost agonizing slowness, and then, once they were bunched around her knees, he’d run his hands back up her thighs to caress her panty-covered ass.
Kendall closed her eyes, her breath coming faster and faster at the thought. If she concentrated, she could almost feel his strong hands on her, imagine him squeezing he stinging ass through the thin material of her panties. She let out a purr.
Would he let her keep her panties on as he continued to spank her? Or would he take them down and start right in on her bare bottom? Liking the idea of keeping her panties on for a little while, she pictured him giving her another round of hard smacks before he finally decided it was time to administer a sound spanking to her bare ass.
Never having gotten spanked before the other day, Kendall could only dream about what a spanking on the bare would feel like, but as she imagined Jason’s hand connecting with her upturned ass, it was all she could do not to unbutton her jeans right then and there and touch herself.
The scene in her head abruptly changed. In it, Jason was unbuttoning his jeans so he could slide his hard length into her wetness as he gripped her freshly-spanked ass.
“Kendall?”
Startled, she jerked her head up to find Nicole standing in the doorway. Face hot, Kendall reached up with a trembling hand to tuck her hair behind her ear. “What is it?”
“Everything’s locked up,” Nicole said. “I just wanted to make sure it was okay if Darren and I go ahead and leave.”
Kendall glanced down at her watch and was surprised to see it was already ten minutes past closing time. “Yeah, of course.” Straightening the folders into a neat stack, she got to her feet and set them on the desk. “Is Jason back?”
“I haven’t seen him.”
Kendall frowned. Jason said he and the fishermen would be back before closing time. Had the fishing been so good they’d decided to stay in the mountains a little longer? She didn’t know much about fishing, but she supposed that sounded reasonable.
Wanting to be sure that he got back safely, Kendall waited at the store for another two hours. Damn. It was past dark and Jason still wasn’t back. He might know these mountains like the back of his hand, but that didn’t mean something hadn’t happened to him. For all she knew, he could be lying in a ditch somewhere.
Kendall grabbed the phone and dialed the sheriff’s office.
“Deputy Martin.”
“This is Kendall Merriweather. Is the sheriff in?”
Back in LA, she probably wouldn’t have gotten higher than a desk sergeant if she called the police, but in a small town like Copper Canyon, talking directly to the sheriff wasn’t a big deal.
“This is Sheriff Atwater. How can I help you?”
“This is Kendall Merriweather over at Outdoor Outfitters,” she said. “Jason took a group of fishermen into the mountains this morning to do some fly-fishing. He said they’d be back before the store closed, but they haven’t come in yet, and I’m a little concerned.”
“I’m sure there’s nothing to worry about, Ms. Merriweather,” the sheriff said. “The fish probably weren’t biting as good as the tourists would like, so they persuaded Jason to stay up there, figuring they’d have better luck tomorrow.”
Kendall chewed her lip as she considered Atwater’s words. “I don’t know. Jason assured me he’d be back this afternoon. He wouldn’t just agree to stay out there simply because some tourists complained the fish weren’t biting.”
On the other end of the line, Atwater sighed. “I’ll tell you what, Ms. Merriweather. If Jason isn’t back by tomorrow, give me a call and I’ll send some men up to check it out. How does that sound?”