Author: Jack Crawford Title: Runaway Responsibility Summary: A young girl with no other options takes a job as a landscaper, but finds out her mistakes will cost her bottom dearly! Keywords: dom, MF, humil, md, spank, exhib <!--ADULTSONLY--> Copyright: 2010 Oh, shit!" swore Jessica under her breath as water began squirting violently up from the freshly dug hole. She had been planting ornamental shrubbery around the expansive Hollywood mansion all morning and had been very careful to avoid lawn sprinkler lines. Now, three hours into the job, she let her exhaustion interfere with her concentration. Hacking into the polyvinyl pipe was a symptom of her fatigue, but the gushing water was the irrefutable evidence that would result in dire consequences with her boss. Jeremy Winslow was a nice, likeable guy, who at 35 years of age had become the father figure in 22 year old Jessica's life. If it hadn't been for Jeremy, who knows what would have happened to Jessica. The real story of Jessica's life, at least her present life, began only six months ago. And, as Jessica hurried to find the water shut off valve she reflected on the past six months. Jessica knew what would happen when Jeremy learned about her mistake and on the surface of her mind she wondered why she put up with the frequent, painful spankings she suffered at his hand. Deep down, however, she knew why. Jeremy never spanked her with out a good reason and Jessica acknowledged his fairness. More importantly, however, she knew that she had deserved each and every spanking from Jeremy, and no matter how painful they were (and they were painful!), Jessica always felt that Jeremy spanked her because he cared. And his caring was very real, as real as the love of her mother and father, neither of whom ever hesitated to point our Jessica's mistakes with hairbrush or strap. Jessica had spent her first 19 years growing up on a farm in Nebraska. The family was poor, but happy. She was an only child despite the stereotypical mid-western large family mentality. Certainly it would have been an easier life for Jessica if she had a few brothers or sisters to help with the never ending stream of chores on the farm, but it was not to be. For what ever reason, and Jessica never learned of the reason, she was an only child. Days before her 20th birthday, a horrible fire consume the farm and Jessica's parents both died in the blaze. The farm was mortgaged to the hilt and uninsured. Jessica was left with an untenable farm, no place to live and no way to earn a living so she did the only thing she could think of, which was to runoff to Hollywood to seek her fortune. Jessica was a very attractive young lady despite, or perhaps because of, her hard work on the farm and she thought that with the right contacts, she could get into show business. Maybe she could be a model! But, as with most young dreamers, she didn't have a well thought out plan, and soon she was stuck in Hollywood. She couldn't find a job or a place to live. She subsisted by panhandling and sleeping in different alleys night to night. Jessica knew she had to break out of that hand to mouth existence. Relectuantly, she decided to capitalize on her good looks. Jessica decided to sell herself for money, just until she could get enough cash to find an apartment and a job ... and something to eat. She was nervous about her decision and had watched the various street walkers ply their trade. Jessica worked over her approach in her mind as she studied the working girls and she steeled her courage to approach the next guy on Hollywood Boulevard. Actually, it wasn't her courage that pushed her over the edge, it was the fact that she hadn't eaten in three days. Her first attempt was a flop, and the second attempt ended in failure, too. On her third attempt, she hit on Jeremy. By now, Jessica was not only hungry, but frustrated and frightened ... facts that Jeremy immediately noticed. He was kind to her, offered to buy her a cup of coffee so they could talk. Jessica, not knowing any better, thought that was how the whole process moved: from street, to coffee shop, to bed. Jeremy made her feel strangely, wonderfully, at ease and coffee turned quickly into dinner, which she ravenously wolfed down. Jessica accepted his invitation to go to "his place", and she drove off with him in his pick up truck to his modest house in Pasadena. She was surprised that he didn't seem to want to have sex with her, instead fixing her a glass of iced tea while encouraging her to talk about herself. Soon, Jessica broke down and told Jeremy her life story, much of the time in tears. He held her as she related her story and hugged her close when she choked on her tears as she told him about the horrible fire and the sudden ending to an otherwise happy existence. She had a good cry and felt much better as she got it out of her system. And, she felt good about this man who seemed to care what happened to her. We're not so different," Jeremy told her, stroking her hair as she composed herself. "I ran away; from a farm life, although I grew up in a rural orphanage." She looked up at him, wanting to know more. "I had big plans when I got to Hollywood, just like hundreds of other kids do every year. And, just like all the rest, none of the plans worked out." "What happened?" asked Jessica. Jeremy smiled wanly, "Some folks around here are are pretty stupid. If you want to steal something, it takes only a little common sense and some planning." Jessica urged him to continue. "I managed to save a few bucks. Well, actually I managed to save a lot of money and had it hidden in various places all over the city. I didn't trust banks at the time, and that immature distrust paid off. I got caught in a `sting' operation as I tried to fence some stolen silverware. I ended up spending 14 months in the County Jail. When I got out, I knew I never wanted to go back in there again. In one sense, I'm not very proud of what I did, but in another sense, I overcame an awful lot that most kids can't seem to conquer. I certainly grew up real quick!" "Don't stop, please," she pleaded, "What happened?" "On parole, you have to have a job, and the only thing I could find was a job with another ex-con who was a gardener. He put me on the payroll and made sure I learned the business. He looked after me and helped me stay out of trouble and he became a true friend to me. Eventually, I decided to open my own business, my friend encouraged me to, but, I'm not just a gardener anymore. I landscape, and its a very lucrative business if you are willing to work hard at it. It's a good thing I still had the money from before my jail time. I wouldn't have been able to afford going off on my own." Awkwardly, they smiled in silence at each other, but Jeremy finally ended the silence. "Look, Jessica. I take a walk down Hollywood Boulevard every so often, just to remind myself how lucky I am. And, well," he hesitated, searching for the right words, "I, uh, just sort of saw that you had to be in the same situation as I was. I admit it was an impulse, but I thought I needed to help you out ... sort of like my friend helped me." Jessica sat up straight on the couch and protested, "You've done enough already. I really appreciate it, but I won't take charity, and ..." Jeremy cut her off. "Don't be stupid!" he barked at her harshly. "This is the gift horse that you don't want to be looking at in the mouth." His voice softened, and he continued. "You can go any time you want. I've plenty of room here for you to stay ..." she started to protest, but he held his hand up to stop her, "... and plenty of work for you to do in return. When you are ready to move on, go. Until then, I'll provide room and board and a few bucks. In return, you'll provide some honest work." This just didn't feel right to Jessica. In her few weeks in Hollywood, she had learned to distrust everyone, especially their motives. She asked him suspiciously, "What kind of 'honest work'?" He laughed at her "oh, so serious" face and answered, "Landscaping, of course. That's what I do!" "I am kind of good with plants and stuff," she remarked, "I mean, for God's sake, I grew up on a farm!" "Then it's a done deal!" Jeremy exclaimed, feeling very satisfied that he was going to get this young lady off the mean streets of Hollywood. They got up off the couch and Jeremy showed her the guest room that would be "her room". "Tomorrow, we'll get you some decent work clothes," he told her. "I don't have any money," she protested weakly. "I'll take care of that, you just work hard and pay attention to what you're told to do," was his earnest answer. She grinned nervously, looking down at the floor as she commented, "I learned about working hard. If I ever slacked, Daddy would take me over his knee for a 'motivational session', as he called a spanking." "You can expect the same from me," Jeremy warned ominously, his eyes suddenly flinty hard and Jessica had the sudden feeling that she had not heard an idle threat Jessica worked hard for Jeremy, relieved by the new found normalcy of her life. Her previous hardships were still very clear and were always foremost in her mind, but she had quickly become accustomed to Jeremy and his usually easy going manner. Truthfully, his manner was anything other than easy going when it came to work and landscaping was hard, physical labor. It made Jessica feel good having something useful to do, as well as being reasonably good at the various tasks Jeremy gave to her. But, Jeremy did not suffer the fool or the slacker, and that is how Jessica became acquainted with the stern, disciplinary side of him. The series of events were clearly etched into her memory, not so much because of any uniqueness of the events themselves, but because Jeremy etched their repercussions painfully into Jessica's backside. It was the first time, a little more than a week after they met, that Jeremy had left Jessica unattended to complete a pretty big job. It wasn't overly complicated, but Jessica had been left to place more than 70 plants of five different types. She had been given a sketch of the front yard that included the layout plan for each plant. However, as Jessica started to layout the plants in the predetermined patterns, she strongly disapproved of the layout. Using her own innate creativity, Jessica rearranged the entire plantings several times until she approved of the aesthetics she had created. Then she began to dig the holes and permanently place the various plants in her locations. It was a job that should have taken no more than 3 hours, but due to her redesign time, Jessica was only half finished, and taking a break when Jeremy returned to pick her up. She sensed something was very wrong as Jeremy slowly stalked across the yard, inspecting her work. His jaw was set, and a thick vein throbbed menacingly across his forehead. Indeed, his face was clouded with anger, and the anger swam dangerously beneath the edge of his softened voice as he finally turned to the lounging Jessica. "What do you think you are doing?" he demanded, his voice quiet but steeled with outrage. As Jessica began to answer, Jeremy stared at her with cold, piercing eyes and began to lecture her. "I gave you a specific plan. One that the owner, THE GUY THAT IS GOING TO PAY OUR FUCKING BILL, wants! You changed that on your own. You aren't done, yet, but that's probably good since we have to redo all the work anyway, and now we are not going to be able to move onto the next job until late this afternoon. We won't be finished until nine or ten o'clock!" Jessica stood meekly, brushing the dirt from her hands and her pants. "I'm sorry, Jeremy, I thought I was helping out. The original layout was so bland!" "It's what our customer wants!" screamed Jeremy at her, "It's not my idea of perfection, either, but it's what he wants so it is what he is going to get!" "I'll take care of it," she promised. "I'm sorry, it won't happen again." Jessica stooped to retrieve a trowel to beginning digging up the plants, but Jeremy grabbed her by the arm and held her in place as he gazed at her for a long minute. In a much calmer voice, and with a warmer expression on his face, he told Jessica, "What you laid out looks really good, Jessica." She felt better, but was still wary of the cold fury that emanated from his eyes. "But, you have to check first. Let's get this problem fixed, then get on to the Delvechio's place before it gets too late. If we hurry, we can finish before dark." Jessica smiled weakly at him, still stung from the earlier rebuke, "Okay. Then let's get this done!" "One other thing, Jessica." The edge had returned to his voice, and she was again alarmed. "When we finish, we'll go home and you have a choice to make." "What choice?" she asked nervously. "You deserve to be punished for what you did, so you will be punished ..." he let the thought linger a brief moment, "... or you will move out." "But ..." "That's it," he said with finality. "I will not force you to submit to the spanking you deserve, but I will not let you continue unless you accept your punishment. We will not negotiate about this. And, while you are think about it, you better know that your spanking will hurt and you will end up crying. Now, let's get to work." Jessica dropped her head with resignation, but hurried to comply with Jeremy's instructions. Over the next six hours, Jeremy pushed them both hard to complete the two jobs and Jessica was exhausted when they finished. Her exhaustion was not just from the manual labor, but also her worry over what to expect from Jeremy when it came time to be punished. For Jessica, there was little thought of not accepting the punishment that Jeremy had decreed. She knew she deserved it, and she also knew she did not want to be back on her own on Hollywood Boulevard. Spankings, or "whuppin's" as her father sometimes called them, were not unknown to Jessica. There was no mystery in the process. She thought it was strange how much better she usually felt after a whuppin, at least after the stinging pain subsided. They pulled into Jeremy's driveway and Jessica put the tools into their place in his garage. "I need a shower," announced Jeremy, "and I whether you stay or go, you best get cleaned up too, Jessica." He opened the house door, but stopped and turned as Jessica called to him. "Jeremy," she called out. "I intend to stay and accept whatever you think I deserve." She looked him in the eye, and their gaze locked as considered what she had said. Nodding his head, Jeremy smiled slightly and responded, "Good. I had hoped we wouldn't have to turn you out on your own again. When you're done with your shower, we'll get this over with." A shudder ran up Jessica's spine with those words, and she stood as a deer does with its eyes fixed on the headlights of an onrushing car. As she cleaned up, Jessica wondered what she should wear for her punishment. She didn't have much to choose from, only the few "tramp" clothes as Jeremy called them and her work clothes. She dried off after he shower and decided to put on only an extra large T-shirt and panties. Jeremy would be incensed with the "tramp" outfit, and anything else just didn't seem to make sense. She brushed her hair then found Jeremy in the living room. When he looked up at her, his face clouded with anger and that prominent vein in his forehead began to pulse. Very quietly, Jessica said, "I didn't know what else to put on." The tension broke and Jeremy's face relaxed a bit. "I hadn't thought about that," he admitted. "You really don't have anything appropriate to wear when we aren't working. I thought you were trying to tease me out of the serious spanking you are going to get." "No, not at all," she answered. Then she very quietly said, "I know I deserve a good `whuppin', Jeremy, and I am very sorry for all the trouble I created today. But, could we, like, uh ... get this over with?" "Certainly," was all Jeremy said, as he retrieved and positioned a tall, straight backed dining room chair. He led Jessica by the hand to the chair, where he sat, then pulled her briskly over his knee. This motion caused the T-shirt to ride up and leave her panty covered bottom exposed. Before the spanking began, he said to her, "You know what this is for, and I sincerely hope you learn from what you are about to experience, because if I have to repeat this, it will be even worse for you!" SPANK! His right hand smacked her right bottom cheek fully and the slap resounded about the room. Then another brisk spank to her left cheek left that globe jiggling. The first two spanks had been somewhat deliberate, but the next 30 or 40 swats came quickly and fiercely. Jessica tried to remain still over his lap, but soon found herself wriggling from the blows. Every so often, one of the spanks would cause her to squeal or gasp, but the sudden and furious onslaught stopped as suddenly as it had begun. Jessica took in a deep breath, accurately suspicious of the brief lull. Jeremy grasped the elastic waistband of her panties and pulled them down to her knees with a single, authoritative motion. He then pushed the hem of the T-shirt far up and out of his way and he studied the slightly quivering and pink bottom that was upraised over his lap. Again, two very deliberate swats echoed around the room, but this time with a crispness that comes from slapping bare bottom flesh. And, yet again, another fierce volley of 30 or 40 swats rain quickly down against Jessica's unprotected bottom. This time, Jessica's vocal response was more intense, but still without meaning. She moaned and groaned, alternately gasping for breath as a sudden searing slap injured her exposed, upturned behind. Again, the spanking suddenly stopped, but Jessica did not immediately respond, her hips still squirming from the stinging Jeremy's hand had left. "Stand up, and go over to the corner," ordered Jeremy. Jessica rolled off his lap, jumping quickly to her feet and hustling to the corner he had pointed to. Her hands rubbed her aching bottom as she stood facing the corner, her nose pushed so close that she could smell the wall paper paste. "You stand there," he instructed, "and make certain that your naughty bottom stays uncovered and on display!" She hiked up her T-shirt and pressed her elbows in closely, though Jessica still rubbed her bottom. Jeremy didn't mind the bottom rubbing. In fact, he thought it was both cute and sexy. Then again, Jessica had a very sexy and supple body, a body that included a very nice, apple-shaped bottom. The color of her bottom was starting to turn apple-red, a thought that amused Jeremy. He left her standing in the corner for a few minutes, then ordered back to the center of the room where he was. As she stood staring at him, Jeremy slowly unbuckled his belt. Then he very slowly slipped it from each of the belt loops until it dangled menacingly from his right hand. He pulled the belt through his clenched left hand until he found the tapered leather end, which he used to double over the length of leather. Harshly he snapped the doubled lengths of leather together, causing a loud SNAP! Jessica stared at the belt throughout the entire process. It was apparent that she was not unfamiliar with be strapped and her face belied the respect and fear she had of the instrument. "Bend over and place your hands on the seat of the chair," Jeremy ordered. As she complied, he lifted the T-shirt high up her back, fully exposing her backside. It was far enough up that he could glimpse a peek at her pendulous breasts as they rocked slightly from her heavy breathing. "Twelve lashes from the belt," he announced simply. Suddenly, a quiet swooshing, then a terrifying CRACK! as the stiff leather bit sharply into Jessica's already reddened bottom. "OOHHH!!" she cried out, her knees buckling slightly. Then another whisper of air followed by another repeated rifle shot and her legs involuntarily flexed again. "AARGHH!" she moaned. Eight more times the belt whistled through the air, punctuating its landing with an ear splitting explosion. Jessica had difficulty maintaining her position, yet she managed to keep her hands on the chair. Tears freely flowed down her lovely cheeks, her crying and sobbing racking her body. "I'm so sorry!" she sobbed truthfully, "Sorry, sorry, sorry!" Jeremy let her moan and whimper, then raised his right arm, and let fly an even fiercer lashing than the previous ten strokes. Jessica seemed to jump up, but to her credit, her hands remained glued to the seat of the chair even though she cried out and her bottom rocked left, right, up, down ... she danced in place. The last stroke rocketed through the air, landing savagely at the junction of bottom and thigh. "OOHHH!!!" she wailed, stamping her feet to relieve the pain as she cried. Jeremy relaced the belt through the loops of his jeans, then helped Jessica to stand. She remembered that he had comforted her as her crying subsided and that she had been unable to muster up any appetite later that evening. Of course, that was then, and she had another set of problems in the present to be concerned about. Jessica had managed a nice recovery from the broken sprinkler pipes. She got the water turned off and the job finished, but there was no way she could keep the mistake from Jeremy. The owner would know, so she owned up to the problem immediately. Jeremy arranged to have a repair man out the next day, at Jeremy's expense. "These things happen," said the mansion owner, "as long as we take care of the mistakes honorably, there's no harm done. Isn't that right, Missy?" Jessica smiled and agreed, but as soon as they got back to the truck, Jeremy laid into her. "What has gotten into you, Jessica?" he asked rhetorically. "You broke through a pipe at the Henredon's just three days ago. Now this!" "I'm sorry, Jeremy," she stammered. "I was tired and trying to finish and just, uh, sort of lost my concentration." "Well, when we get back to the house," he warned, "we're going to see about improving your concentration!" The long ride back home, seemed even longer to Jessica as they drove in silence. She thought about that first spanking, and the few others subsequent to the first. This time, Jeremy was really upset. Repairing sprinkler pipes was expensive and ate seriously into the profits of the business. She watched Jeremy from the corner of her eye as his jaw clenched and unclenched with rhythmic precision. Oh, shit! She thought to herself, I'm in for it now! No words were uttered after they returned home, Jeremy entering the house to shower as Jessica cleaned off the tools and put them in their places. Sullenly, she too cleaned up, daring to take her time in the shower. He's already pissed off at me, she rationalized, I don't think I can make it any worse. In a sense, she was correct, but the extra few minutes it took her in the shower only caused Jeremy's anger to simmer longer at a low boil. What had begun as a necessity, had now become customary: after her shower, Jessica had dressed in the large, over sized T-shirt and panties ... nothing else ... and went to Jeremy in the living room. She sat next to him on the large sofa, eyes downcast, nerves jangling as she stammered out an apology for her actions. Actions that she knew fully merited a sound spanking. "J ... J ... Jeremy. I, uh, I'm, uh, sorry about the sprinkler pipes. I know h...how expensive they can be to fix," her voice was audible, but barely. Suddenly, in a rush she tried to explain, a hint of a whine was in her voice. "It's so hard to find those damned pipes!" she whined, "I tried to avoid them, and I did all day, but, it's just, like, it's just impossible to find them all!" Long silence filled the room. Jeremy said nothing, and Jessica was afraid to say any more, but she knew she would have to find her voice. Eventually, she found the courage to speak. "I'm sorry, Jeremy. I know I've been naughty and deserve to be soundly spanked." She paused, looking up finally into his dark brown eyes. "Please give me the spanking we both know I deserve, Jeremy. Spank me so that I'll concentrate harder on the job next time." "I'll do just that!" he responded with finality, grasping her wrist and pulling her firmly over his lap. Without warning, Jeremy began to spank her ... very hard with his hand. Alternating cheeks, he beat a steady cadence against the taut panties as if they were nothing more than drum heads on a pair of conga drums. Jessica responded to the latin tattoo he was drubbing into her with a rhythmic undulation of her hips. Her motions would have been suggestive, sexy even, but Jeremy was intent on retribution as well as imparting a lesson and lasting impression. Her dance across his knee only told him that she was beginning to feel the intensity of his anger. It made him spank even harder and with a quick flurry of stinging spanks he suddenly stopped. "Get up!" he ordered harshly, "And remove those panties! You don't deserve their protection or their modesty!" Jessica scurried to comply, nearly falling over in her haste to shed herself of the unwanted garment. As soon as she was free of the panties, Jeremy whisked her back over his lap and resumed the spanking. If it was possible, his hand was striking her already stinging bottom even harder! "I've should have done this to you on the spot this afternoon!" he barked between spanks. SLAP! SWAT! "It might have done you more good ..." SPANK! SMACK! "And our client would probably have been more satisfied than just having his sprinkler system repaired ..." SLAP!! SPANK!!! "Lord knows, I would have felt better about it!" The sound of Jeremy's work roughened hand chastising Jessica's bare and vulnerable bottom resounded around the room. The sounds were reminiscent of the whips cracking at the horses during the chariot race scene in Ben Hur. But, the horses probably had more fun than Jessica was having just then. Her bottom recoiled with every painful spank, the white skin of her bottom steadily gaining darker shades of pink, then red. Jessica felt every painful spank, the sudden sharp slap that made her nerves jangle, and the slow, inexorable stoking of the fire in her backside. It was a fire that was growing hotter with each slap and just as heat makes material swell, the smoldering fire that ignited her bottom made those twin globes seem twice their normal size. Jeremy stopped the spanking. "Get the hairbrush!" "NO!" she pleaded as she scrambled off his lap and too her feet, rubbing her stinging bottom. "Please, Jeremy, don't use the hairbrush!" "Would you rather I use my belt, and then use the hairbrush?" he asked threateningly. "God, No!" she wailed, tears of anticipation now welling in her eyes, but she was rooted to the floor, unable to make herself fetch the hairbrush from its place in his desk drawer. "Well?" he demanded, eyebrows raised expectantly. Jessica suddenly found the resolve to go for the hairbrush when Jeremy's hands went to his belt buckle. She returned with the wicked looking brush dangling from her right hand. Tears were streaming freely down her face now and for just a moment, Jeremy felt sorry for Jessica. He stood and retrieved a dining room chair, placing it conspicuously in the center of the room. Jessica hated being spanked when he sat in one of the armless, straight backed chairs. When Jeremy sat on it and pulled her over his lap, her bottom was well extended and became absolutely the highest point of her body. Her hands would clutch the hard wood legs and her toes would just barely touch the carpet. She always felt the most exposed in this position, compared to any other position that she was forced to suffer her punishments. Suddenly, her recollections of this position became a reality as she was pulled into position. "Give me your right hand," said Jeremy. "Oh, No, Jeremy," she whimpered, knowing that this meant a very serious spanking indeed. "Please don't hold me down like that!" SPLAT!!! The oval hairbrush spanked her bottom, and instinctively, Jessica put her hand back to her bottom. Jeremy seized her right hand and pinned it to the small of her back, then looped his right leg over the backs of both her thighs. Jessica was going nowhere until Jeremy finished, though she tried vainly to struggle. In retrospect, the hairbrush spanking was a very brief spanking, albeit intense. Jeremy only swatted her twenty times, but they were might spanks, each imparting that special searing pain that only those who have been spanked with a hairbrush can appreciate. Jessica had already been in tears, but she positively wailed during the brief spanking. That damned hairbrush really burned! But, it was the ignominy of being pinned in place, her most private parts exposed and her sensitive, and charming, derriere soundly, almost rudely, paddled that humiliated Jessica and caused that special burning sensation to seem even more painful than the simple physical act would have caused on its own. Jeremy allowed her to cry herself out over his lap, and he watched has her cherry red ass began to bloom with dark purple splotches where the hairbrush had been especially cruel. He sat her up on his lap, and hugged her for several long minutes until her sobs subsided. She could feel him softly stoking her hair as he gently rocked her. "There, there," Jeremy said in a soothing voice, "It's all over and all forgiven." It is really strange, Jessica wondered to herself. I've just been soundly spanked, I've cried my eyes out, and my butt feels like it's on fire! Why is it I feel so content? Why do I feel that Jeremy really cares for me ... Does he love me? Perhaps he does. Perhaps that is why he takes the time to help Jessica shape her life. What ever it is, it is not unique ... many others feel similarly after a spanking ... of course, they never feel that way during spanking!