I Can't Believe He Spanked Me! (Kari's Lessons)

I Can't Believe He Spanked Me! (Kari's Lessons) by Cassandra Zara, Lucinda Lane

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I Can’t Believe He Spanked Me!
    Kari’s Lessons #1
     
     
    A Kari’s Lessons Erotic Short by Cassandra Zara &
Lucinda Lane
     
    Kindle Edition
    Copyright 2013 Cassandra Zara & Lucinda Lane
     
     
    Please note : All titles in the Kari’s Lessons series feature explicit sexual acts between fictional characters who are
consenting adults aged eighteen years of age or older. These titles are
intended for a mature adult audience.
     
    - X -
     
    “Kari, I think you’ve had enough.”
    Max. Of course it was Max. Max the compulsive ruiner of fun.
He didn’t seem to get that this was my house and I’d been living here for
eighteen years compared to his two. If I wanted to have a few drinks with my
friends out on the deck before we headed into town then I could do just that. I
rolled my eyes, ignored him and poured myself another glass.
    “I said that’s enough.” Suddenly he was right up in my face,
snatching the glass and bottle from my hands before taking them back inside.
    “Jesus Kari, your Dad is kind of a dick,” said Andre.
    “He’s not my Dad. He’s not even... I don’t know what he is.
Whatever. Let’s get out of here.”
    Sometimes I didn’t know what Mom saw in Max. I mean he
wasn’t ugly or anything, in fact he was pretty hot considering how old he was.
However, he could be so annoying. He always acted like he had an enormous stick
up his ass, especially around me and especially when Mom was out of town.
    Sometimes, when he was all strict, I got butterflies in my
stomach. Good butterflies. I’m not sure what that was all about, maybe it was
just because it was something I never had growing up. I never knew my Dad and
my Mom was all over the place and never really set any boundaries. I think I
turned out OK though. Well mostly OK. A lot of people seem to think I’m a bit
of a spoiled brat and I do get into trouble a lot, but Max treats me like I’m a
child.
    And even if I sometimes got a little thrill out of Max
scolding me, I didn’t like it when he did it in front of my friends. When he
bossed me around or told me off it was humiliating, and more than a little
embarrassing. Especially as most of my friends were getting on with their
lives, going to college, starting jobs even starting families. But I was still
at home sponging off my mom and yeah, acting like a child I guess. Maybe he had
a point. Although I’d never give him the satisfaction of admitting that.
    I grabbed my jacket and passed Max in the hall. He caught my
eye and tapped his watch. Yeah, yeah, yeah . Midnight . After a
couple of minor indiscretions, one of which had involved local law enforcement,
Max had suggested a curfew and my mother had agreed. I didn’t really get a say
in the matter and when he rolled out the “living under our roof” line I
just kind of gave up. I mean it wasn’t like he could do anything if I broke it.
     
    - X -
     
    It was around two when I tried to sneak into the house. I
wasn’t in the best of moods. It was fun making out with Andre and everything
was getting pretty interesting when I just kind of flaked out on him. He
accused me of being a tease and we yelled at each other for a bit before I got
one of my girlfriends to call me a cab.
    I could see why he thought I was a tease. Most of my friends
were fucking around all the time now, but for some reason I was reluctant. No
one seemed to make a big deal out of the fact that I was still a virgin, but
then again I didn’t go out of my way to remind them.
    I couldn’t really explain why I hadn’t done it yet. It
wasn’t like I hadn’t had the opportunity and plenty of boys had tried to get in
my pants, but none of them really did it for me. I guess I was waiting for the
one that did. Don’t get me wrong. I’m not talking about love and marriage and
all that. I just thought my first time should be with someone who really knew
what they were doing. And that someone wasn’t Andre.
    Of course my reluctance to go all the way often left me
pretty

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