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Island Fever 6: Sanctuary
Written by: JeremyDCP@hotmail.com
M/F, F/F and a whole lot more
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Chapter 11: "LindsayDCP"
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Hey everyone! It's Lindsay, and I get to be your author
today. Yay! Way back when in "Island Fever 4: Paradise",
there were three separate chapters where Jeremy allowed
Pamela, Trish and then Kristanna to temporarily take over
writing for him and share their viewpoints and perspectives
with you, the reader. Write whatever you want, Jeremy told
them, and he has basically given me the same leeway today.
And all I can say is... it's about time!
In her chapter, Pamela traveled to the past, before she was
part of the family, recalling the events that took place
following a medical scare and subsequent trip to the hospital
in December 2013 (on my 19th birthday, no less.) Pamela was not
on the best of terms with Jeremy and Kristanna at that point,
but they went rushing to Maryland to visit her regardless and
provide any support they could. Fortunately, they convinced
Pamela to give our family and way of life one more try, and
actually brought her back with them. That chapter gave you
insight to Pamela's perspective during a scary time for her, her
way of thinking, and was generally well received by everyone.
Trish decided to go a more happy route when it was her turn
to be author for a chapter. But then again, Trish thrives on
happiness and positive vibrations. She is such an awesome
person to be around, and an even better wife! Trish detailed
what it was like after finding out that she was pregnant with
her son, Jackson, in June 2015. Trish spoke of her first visit
to the doctor that day and then recounted a three-some that she
had later that very same evening with Jeremy and myself.
Once I learned of my own pregnancy days later, I convinced
Jeremy to go overseas with me from Norway to the United States
on the family jet because I wanted to tell my mother and three
sisters in person that I was finally going to be a mommy. It
was such a wonderful surprise for them! Kristanna's chapter
focused on what happened on the home front in Norway when Jeremy
and I were off on our little vacation in Ohio, and ended with a
steamy romance scene between her and Pamela.
So what should I write about now?
Many readers have made e-mail comments to Jeremy that out
of everyone in the story, no one has changed more since the
beginning than me. One could make a strong case for Amy, but
it would be difficult to argue for anyone else.
Three and a half years ago, my first day on the island, I
was a very humble and shy 18-year-old girl who found herself
in way over her head. Jeremy brought Pamela, Devon, Trish,
Amy and Camille (and me), to the island, and was looking for
a future wife. None of us knew that at the time, of course.
All I knew was that I could get $500,000 in the end for what
amounted to a ten week vacation in paradise, and that money
would go a long way helping my family back home in Cincinnati
get back on track following the death of my father. Dad had
no life insurance and the bills just kept piling up. We were
going to lose our house if something did not change, thus my
sole reason initially for wanting to come to the island.
But I felt so horribly out of place on the island. I had
just graduated from high school three days earlier, yet the
next youngest person alongside me here was Devon at 27 (keep
in mind this was before Kristanna and Scarlett, and especially
Alison, entered the mix.) Pamela, Trish and Amy were actually
30, and Jeremy was 39! More than twice my age (he still is
actually, but that's the best thing ever now.) Amy was in a
bad place mentally, and continually teased and pestered me in
ways she definitely should not have. Everyone around me was so
much older, and at first it seemed as if I had trouble relating
to them and simply trying to fit in. A lot of the other girls
looked at me as naive and immature, too. Or so I thought.
Yes, I have grown up quite a bit since the beginning of the
story. Matured and developed, changed. I guess getting married
seven times (without any divorces) and breaking up with your
sister five days before wedding number eight can do that to you,
huh? No longer am I that shy and innocent teen-aged bumpkin
who, once everyone learned that I was still a virgin, there
seemed to be somewhat of a race to see who could get to me
first. I am 21 now, soon to 22. Yet quite often, it feels as
if I am much closer to 30. I have an infant daughter in Kaylee
now, and my personality, my perspective on nearly everything,
has been shaped by all these _old folks_ around me the past
three and a half years. I have a voice, a strong opinion, and
am not afraid to let it be known throughout the family.
I have finally grown up, and am a woman now.
In the previous chapter, Jeremy and I had a heart-to-heart
discussion in the bedroom on the night when Alison was kicked
off of the island and out of the family for good (she is NOT
coming back, by the way.) Here is a brief excerpt:
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I blinked at her and adjusted my eyeglasses because, well,
I did not know what else to do. Or say.
Lindsay stiffened. "That. That little glasses thing you
just did is a move, by the way. A total move. Since I am
being honest and upfront with you right now, every time you
do that, Jeremy, it drives me absolutely crazy."
"What? Straighten my glasses?"
"And your forearms."
"My... forearms?"
"Yes." Lindsay threw all caution into the wind as she
elaborated, "Every time I see you, I always notice your
forearms. Strong, sexy... hot. Your hands are strong and
well-formed too, with clean, trimmed nails. You have broad
palms, and your profile is breathtaking. You're a magnet,
Jeremy, with a powerful draw. God, I had never been so
instantly attracted to someone the way I was when I first
met you at the airport that day in June 2013."
"I wanted to walk over and lean over your shoulder, rest
my lips on your neck, push my breasts into your back. I
wanted to see you smile at me, then for you to take charge
and pull my head down to yours for a kiss, both hands on me -
strong and demanding - while you tasted me with your tongue.
I wanted those dark, gorgeous brown eyes of yours burning
into mine. I wanted to run my hands through your hair, yank
you in, let you know I was serious, and then for you to stand
up and crush me to your chest, take charge, one hand cupping
my ass, the other on my..."
I shifted about, unable to help it, but the sudden move
startled Lindsay and she seemed to come back to reality, her
face now blushing a bright, crimson red. Did my wife really
intend to use such explicit detail about our initial meeting
and the attraction that she felt for me? She had a special
affinity for my forearms, it seemed, and her heart apparently
did flip-flops whenever I adjusted my eyeglasses.
"You know, you should write a book. A romance novel."
She giggled. "I'll leave that to you. You're the expert."
"You could be LindsayDCP."
"I may consider it." ....
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So, that little exchange gave me an idea for my chapter
(this chapter!) and what I should write about. I will take
you back in time just like Pamela did, and touch on a few
things that Jeremy never originally shared in his story.
This will allow you to see things from my point of view.
Bear with me a bit, though, as I'm not the greatest writer
and have never actually shared any works I've done before.
So, here we go... my second-ever day on the island. And
a look into my mindset at that particular time, too.
-*- Tuesday, June 4, 2013 -*-
-*- The Island -*-
/// Written by: LindsayDCP ///
I was hoping that Amy would be busy schmoozing with Jeremy
for the next couple of hours and wouldn't look for ways to
make my life and my transition to the island any more difficult
than it already was. Rumor is, last night (our very first
night here on the island), Amy actually went to Jeremy's
bedroom and had sex with him! That was shocking enough by
itself, but then I watched Amy share a deeply passionate kiss
just this morning with Pamela during the inauguration meeting.
She sure seemed to be getting around!
Amy taunted and teased me afterward, asking if I had ever
witnessed two girls kissing like that during Bible Class at
church. Yesterday, Amy was telling the others how much she
would enjoy it if she were to get me drunk and then take
advantage of me in such a state. The idea itself was shocking
and I detested the idea of alcohol. Trish and I overheard Amy
saying those nasty things while we were in the kitchen.
Even worse, Camille had similar ideas. Both of them were
making some very inappropriate remarks about me.
Just a few moments ago, Amy said that I still looked tired
from the long and grueling trip to get here, and wondered if
I would like to take a seat in her lap and relax. I mean, I
was still a virgin and had never even kissed another girl yet.
How could she talk to me this way?
Instead of answering verbally, I rushed out of the sun room
and hurried down the hall. I was raised by my parents to
always be respectful and very polite toward everyone,
especially adults, and could not bring myself to snap at Amy,
or ask her to let up. It was just not my style.
I hurried to the side entrance and snuck outside, away
from Amy and her barbs, and saw Devon and Camille walking
hand-in-hand on the other side of the lawn. I watched from
the corner of the building and waited for them to pass, then
bolted off and sprinted through the putt-putt golf course and
the athletic complex. I really did not care to talk to
Camille now, either. I simply wanted to be left alone.
When I started to become winded, I slowed up and let out a
frustrated sigh, angry at myself for not standing up to Amy
and, to a lesser extent, Camille. Why were they picking on
me anyway? Was I an easy target as the very shy and naive
18-year-old? They knew that I was a virgin, too.
Wanting a reprieve, I found a side path that led toward a
small barn just north of the mansion. The warm sunshine fell
on my shoulders as I stepped along the neatly trimmed pathway.
Every step reminded me of my father. Dad loved tending to his
garden when he was alive and I remember, even as a young child,
he and I planted flower after flower in the summertime.
I missed Dad terribly. He died seven months ago, but the
ache of his loss felt like it just happened yesterday.
I shook my head and tried to drive away the negative
thoughts. I paused next to the red barn and looked out into
the forest. The island was beautiful, picturesque and balmy,
just as the dozens of brochures I received in the mail over
the past several months from Jeremy promised it would be.
A soft snort came from within the barn. Horses! With one
more glance into the forest and beyond, I stepped into the barn.
The smell of clean hay and warm leather flooded my nostrils.
It was a comforting smell that I breathed in deeply, fully. I
grew up around horses and grooming them had always been one
of my favorite activities. It was like therapy to me.
I turned on the light, letting the yellow glow wash over
the small barn. Maybe this could be my safe place of refuge
as long as I was on the island? I could be myself and not
worry about the likes of Amy or Camille finding me here.
Only two horses called the barn home, yet there was room
for many more. Jeremy told me of this place yesterday, and
that their names were Blakken and Smokin' Satan Bars. He
said both horses were friendly and loved attention. Blakken,
I distinctly remember him telling me, was the white gelding.
Picking up a brush, I opened the stable door to Blakken's
stall and stepped inside. A soft whine from the other side
of the wall made me grin. "You'll get your turn next, buddy,"
I called to Smokin' Satin Bars, the other horse. Yet he
huffed and put his head over the ledge, peering in at us.
He was jealous! His insistence was admirable, and cute. At
least it seemed as if I was welcome here.
I began with the curry comb, brushing Blakken's shoulders
with short, quick circles. Blakken closed his big dark eyes
and leaned into me, practically purring from the attention.
I focused on his coat, using the brush as a vent for all of
my frustration. I actually lost myself to the motions on
Blakken's white coat. Here, I could dream and be myself. No
one would humiliate me in this barn, or make fun of me.
I was finishing with the curry comb and about to move to
the hard brush when I noticed Blakken's ears perk up and his
eyes shoot open. The grooming session was not over yet, so
the only reason for him to look around like that was if there
was something interesting happening elsewhere.
I turned and found Jeremy standing at the doorway, and
sucked in a deep breath. He was gorgeous. Perhaps the
most beautiful man I had ever seen, bar none. Jeremy had
defined cheekbones, short dark hair and the most dazzling
brown eyes. And that was just his face.
"Hi Jeremy," I greeted, my voice timid. He was wearing a
very nice, blue polo shirt and slacks that probably cost more
money than what I made in a full year as a cosmetics clerk at
the grocery store back in Ohio. To say that being alone with
Jeremy was intimidating was quite the understatement.
"Hello Lindsay." God, that smile, and those eyes! Those
brown eyes stared right into my soul and spoke to me.
But what was Jeremy doing here, anyway? Of all places for
us to have a chance meeting... the horse barn? The stables?
It seemed like a very strange coincidence to me at the time.
The sound of a woman's laughter floated through the air.
Something about it set my teeth on edge. I glanced through
a crack in the barn's structure and saw Amy walking about.
"Lindsay, where are you?" Oh no. Amy was giggling and in
one of her moods. She was not supposed to find me here, right?
Yet, I was jealous of Amy. Jeremy liked her! They had sex
together last night. Or that was the hot rumor going about.
Amy was a red-head and wearing the tallest high-heeled shoes I
had ever seen. She looked like she had just stepped out of a
high-class photo shoot rather than someone walking around the
forest in the late afternoon. Amy was jaw-dropping stunning,
so very voluptuous, and it irked at me a little bit.
My involuntary reaction was to kneel down and hide in the
corner of the stall, hopefully away from Amy's view. Jeremy
raised his eyebrows at me, probably wondering why I was trying
to hide from Amy. Did he realize just how much she had been
pestering me since our arrival yesterday?
"Oh, hi." Amy noticed Jeremy and walked up to him. I felt
inferior and small hiding away in the corner like a child.
"Have you seen Lindsay around anywhere? I've been looking for
her... would like to talk to her."
Jeremy glanced back into the barn for a moment and saw my
eyes pleading with him. I needed him to rescue me here. I
wanted zero part of Amy at the moment.
"Nope," Jeremy answered with a shrug. "Haven't seen anyone.
Besides, you shouldn't be here right now, Amy. Unless you want
to help me clean up the horse droppings? Not a fun job."
"Umm... no." Amy sounded disgusted.
"I suggest you check the room downstairs in the mansion
with all the computers and video games," Jeremy told her.
"Lindsay seems to like playing video games."
"Okay. I will do that."
I stared after Amy, again through a tiny crack in the barn,
as she turned away and continued on her search. She was
teetering on her stilt-like heels and I seriously wondered if
they would give out, or she would fall and break her neck.
"She's gone," Jeremy announced seconds later.
Slowly I stood up from behind the door and I nearly lost my
breath. In addition to those smoldering brown eyes, Jeremy
was tall. And built. And handsome. And so many other
adjectives that my brain was supplying me with. This was the
first time I had spoken to him in a one-on-one setting.
"Thank you," I said, stepping forward, hoping I did not
sound quite as breathless as I felt.
"You and Amy not getting along?" His voice was deep and
warm, and softened by the smile on his face.
Oh, I did not want to get Amy into trouble! I would never
forgive myself if I did. So I lied. "No, we get along fine.
I just wanted... a little time away from the others is all."
"She has been hounding you like a vulture since you arrived
here yesterday," Jeremy said, picking up a brush and going
over toward Blakken's stall to resume the grooming session.
How did he know? "I'll see to it that she lets up on you."
I made a sour face. "Thanks for throwing her off of my
trail." Might as well be honest now, right? He knew. "I
really, truly appreciate it."
Jeremy's eyes went to mine again and gave me the same
lightheaded feeling as before. "I want the island and
everything about it to be a good experience for you."
"Would you mind if I stayed here a little while longer?"
Jeremy shrugged his shoulders. "I suppose it's okay.
But if you're in the barn, you have to work. It's a rule."
"I'll muck out the stalls if you want me to," I told him
in all seriousness. "It's nothing I haven't done before."
Jeremy studied me for a moment, perhaps debating what I
should do. I must admit, if Jeremy were to muck out the
stalls as he told Amy he was going to do to, it sure would
be amusing to watch him do so with those designer shoes on.
Jeremy grinned, momentarily dazzling me with his smile
as he reached for the hard brush. "You're in luck, Lindsay.
The mucking is done. But Blakken, I'm certain, would love
for you to finish his grooming session." He gave me the
brush and, for a moment, the world stopped spinning. His
fingers touched mine and I felt heat sizzle up from my
toes, around my spine, and back down again.
I blushed, then pulled back and watched as Jeremy went to
the second stall with the brown horse's head poking out. "I
see you've already met Blakken. This here, is Smokin' Satin
Bars." The horse seemed relaxed and at ease as Jeremy let
it smell his hand before gently stroking its neck. Smokin'
Satin Bars let out a huff, eagerly anticipating a brushing.
"Blakken really seems to like you," Jeremy added, smiling,
as I again worked circles on his coat, this time with the
hard brush. Blakken's eyes were closed in happy, joyous
bliss. "Where did you learn about horses, if I may ask?"
"My uncle has a farm out in Indiana," I answered. "He has
all sorts of horses and other animals there. I always had a
soft spot for the horses, though, and learned to take care of
them." It made me shudder to think just how much Jeremy had
paid for those fancy clothes and nice shoes, and how easily he
was willing to be around horses in them. Money was of no
object to a man like this. I was so out of my league...
"You're certainly good with them, dear," Jeremy offered,
though I was busy watching his hands move across Smokin'
Satin Bar's coat. His movements were strong and sure, and
for a brief moment, I wondered what it would be like to have
his hands on me in such a manner. Touching my skin, my legs,
my arms, my back, my... breasts.
Heat rushed throughout my body and I shook my head, trying
to clear the thought. This man was well more than twice my
age. What would a sophisticated and successful, wealthy man
see in a little choir girl, just out of high school, from Ohio?
But my God, he was so handsome. I just could not help myself.
"I will talk to Amy about her teasing," Jeremy reiterated,
pausing in his brushing to look over at me, earning a grumpy
foot stomp from Smokin' Satin Bars in the process. He quickly
resumed with deep, even strokes. "There is no need for that.
She needs to treat you with the respect that you deserve."
My hand hovered over Blakken's smooth coat. "I don't want to
get her into trouble with you." I chewed at my lip, hating the
idea. My chest went heavy with emotion. What if he sent Amy
home, or cut into her payout at the end of these six weeks
because of me? How could I live with that?
"Amy will not get into trouble unless it becomes an ongoing
problem and she refuses to cease. But I will talk to her, and
that will be the end of it." Jeremy moved around the horse,
working the brush diligently. Bits of hay stuck to his
expensive shirt, but he did not seem to care. He was
relaxing and definitely enjoying himself.
"It must be wonderful to live on the island," I said,
trying to make small talk. "It is so beautiful here."
"I cannot complain much."
"My family does not have much money," I mumbled. "I know
Mom and my three sisters would love to vacation in a place
such as this, but there is no way we could afford it." Those
words escaped my mouth even before I knew what I was saying.
How could I have told him that? Shame and regret flooded my
stomach. I was a foolish little girl in his eyes, without a
doubt. I waited for the laughter that I assumed was coming.
But it never came.
"Perhaps you could treat your family to the vacation of
their dreams once these six weeks are up," Jeremy offered.
"You know, with your earnings from the island. You could
take them anywhere in the world that you want. A tropical
paradise such as Hawaii? Bora Bora? Anguilla?"
"Mom has always preferred some place more simple."
"More simple? Like what? Where?"
"Nothing." Jeremy had to be leading me on, right? He was
trying to be nice. Yet I felt insignificant. What reason
would a man in his position possibly have to care about my
family? Why would Jeremy be interested in what my mother
wanted? Gripping the brush tight, I focused on Blakken's
grooming, wishing I kept my mouth shut. "It's not important."
"Lindsay." The way Jeremy said my name made me look up.
He was smiling at me, and not in a way that made me feel
little or stupid. The way he was looking at me made me feel
special. Important. Like maybe what I had to say mattered.
"Tell me. Where would your mom like to go on vacation?"
It felt like I could cook eggs on my cheeks, they were so
hot. Something like pride or hope filled my chest. The words
tumbled out in a hurry, desperate to be heard.
"Mom has always wanted to vacation in Italy. She has
talked about it for as long as I can remember. She wants to
go to Vatican City, see the Sistine Chapel. And Mom has
always wanted to go to the Venice Film Festival. If there was
one place I could pick to take my family, it would be Italy.
Only because Mom has so much always wanted to go there."
Oh... Jeremy was going to think that I was silly! He was
going to laugh at me. Why would he care about any of this?
"I vacationed in Milan once." I looked up to see him
thoughtful as he paused in Smokin Satin Bar's brushing to
consider my words. "Your mother would love it there." He
then gave a casual shrug of his shoulders. "Perhaps I could
arrange for a vacation package, all expenses paid, of course,
for you and your family to spend a few weeks in Italy. I
believe the film festival is coming up in September."
"Seriously?" I screeched, genuinely shocked. "You would
do that for me? For my family?"
"Why wouldn't I? Seems to be for a good cause."
I openly stared at him. No one had ever given me anything
like this in life. My family never did have a lot of money
while I was growing up. I came from modest roots, to say the
least, and luxury was something that I simply did not know.
No one in my family did. Yet Jeremy seemed to be willing to
make the one dream Mom has, but thinks she will never get to
experience, a trip to Italy, a reality for her? For us?
But why? I was just a random girl, chosen to spend six
weeks here on this island with the possibility of receiving
$500,000 at the end. What did Jeremy want from me, anyway?
From us? So far in these two days, it seemed like he wanted
nothing. Jeremy simply enjoyed our company, I thought, and
he enjoyed making us smile. Making me smile, like now. He
was so courteous! He was nothing but a big teddy bear, and his
kind offer touched me in a way that few words ever had.
"Could I borrow the hard brush from you? Smokin' Satin Bars
much prefers it to the curry comb." Jeremy took a step back
and admired his handiwork. "We can talk about Italy and where
exactly your mom would like to go, what she would like to see,
in the future and come up with the dream family package. Then,
we can make it a reality for her. For your family."
"Of course," I said, tears welling in my eyes, though my
words were in reference to him borrowing the hard brush. I
thought about handing the heavy wooden brush over the iron
bars separating the top half of the stalls, but chose not to.
Instead I went to the door and walked around, entering
Smokin' Satin Bar's stall with Jeremy.
I had no idea why I did it. My older sister, Jennifer,
warned me just a few days ago to keep my distance from Jeremy.
He was a reclusive, wealthy man living on his very own island,
and there was little information about him on the Internet. What
did he want? Why did he bring me here? Jennifer was concerned.
She feared that I was going to get into a lot of trouble here.
I knew that I should keep my distance, but my body was moving
on its own accord and suddenly I was standing very close to
Jeremy. I meant to say something clever and cute, but now that
I was actually within touching distance, my mind went blank.
Smokin' Satin Bars stood quietly to the side, watching us with
uninterested ease as he waited for the rest of his grooming.
And my mouth went dry. "Here," I said, holding out the brush,
my heart pounding within my chest.
Jeremy took a step toward me, closing the small distance
between us. I could smell the soft, relaxing scent of his
aftershave. It was a nice, clean scent, something ripe with
notes of mandarin and lemon combined with vanilla and cedar.
I almost melted right then and there, he smelled so good.
"Thank you." Jeremy was suddenly very, very close. His
hand closed around mine and the brush. The first time Jeremy
touched me had nothing on this. This time, my entire body
tingled and I felt goosebumps spreading down my arms. I was
positive that he could hear the heavy pounding of my heart.
Jeremy's eyes were so brown they physically made me ache.
The darker accents deep within them gripped my soul, and the
way he was looking back at me had me gasping for breath. Oh
dear God... I never felt such an attraction like this before!
Smokin' Satin Bars shuffled his feet, unhappy with the lack
of attention. His side actually bumped my shoulder and knocked
me off balance. My arms flailed as I tumbled toward the ground,
but I did not fall completely. Jeremy caught me. As if in slow
motion, his strong hand moved to my waist, pulling me in closer
to him. His towering body steadied mine, holding me upright and
against him. My hand splayed out across his chest, pressing
against the thick muscle under his expensive dress shirt.
A hot surge of desire to kiss him overtook me all at once.
How would he taste? Would his face be smooth or prickly with a
day's growth? My lips needed to know. Desperately.
Yet my brain was working now, too. Pure desire clashed with
reason. I had just met this man, finally, for the first time
yesterday. I should not be leaning in, rising up on my tiptoes,
closing my eyes and holding my breath for him to do the same.
All I wanted, though, was this kiss. This perfect kiss.
A soft giggle from the dark on the path outside the barn
caught my attention. Jeremy and I froze, our lips so incredibly
close that I could feel his breath. The sound of high-heels on
rock steps brought me down from the happy high that I was now on.
The giggles grew louder. "I want to check that barn again."
Speak of the red-headed devil...
Jeremy and I stopped, an inch away from what promised to be
an amazing kiss.
The magic spell that wove us together evaporated like mist in
the wind. Suddenly, we were two strangers standing too close.
"Amy is back," I winced, my shoulders creeping up. I released
Jeremy and took a step back toward the shadowed corner of the
stall. "I wish that she would just leave me alone."
"You really don't want her to find you?" But Jeremy knew.
"You have no idea." My eyes pleaded with him. "It's absolute
torture to be around her. Please."
"Don't worry. She will never pester or tease you again." He
motioned toward the corner. "Stay low in the stall."
His words had barely left his mouth and my head ducked down
when the gorgeous red-head's face popped out of the dark and
into the warmly lit barn. Perfectly long-lashed eyes glanced
disdainfully around the barn's interior. Amy's manicured hand
moved from the barn door and she carefully wiped it on the hem
of her short skirt as if simply touching the barn had dirtied her.
Jeremy stepped out of the stall and took his time approaching
the intruding woman. Behind her was the equally wicked Camille.
"What's up, ladies? Can I help you?"
"You sure you haven't seen Lindsay wandering around here?
Camille says she is nowhere to be found in the mansion."
Jeremy ran a hand through his hair, smoothing it back. A
piece of straw came out in his fingers, but he did not seem to
mind one bit. "It's just me and the horses here in those two
stalls. Perhaps you should try the pool?"
Camille rolled her eyes. "Come on, Amy. Let's search
elsewhere." She glanced around the barn one last time, letting
out a contemptuous sniff. "Hang around here much longer, and
we may wind up smelling like it."
"Oh, and girls?" Jeremy called out to them when they began
to walk away. "Respect, remember? I expect you to treat each
other, as well as your fellow guests here on the island, with
the utmost amount of respect. Remember our discussion earlier?
Surely, you are not searching for Lindsay in order to tease and
harass her like you were yesterday, hmmmmm?"
"Of course not," Amy replied defensively.
"I wouldn't want to have to send one or both of you home
early, you know, and have you forfeit your earnings because you
were being disrespectful toward Lindsay, or someone else."
Amy's smile was so fake that I was sure it made her teeth
hurt. "Oh, you won't have to worry about us." Her jaw had to
be hurting. "We just wanted to find Lindsay and talk to her."
"I wanted to ask her about the Bible," Camille lied.
"Sure you did," Jeremy nodded, full of skepticism. "Sure..."
Amy smacked Camille on the shoulder as they teetered away.
Now both of them looked like they were going to topple over
on the uneven cobblestones and break their necks. Oh, I should
not have thoughts like that! Maybe they could break their
stiletto heels instead. That way, no injuries to speak of.
Jeremy slid the barn doors shut and took in a deep, calming
breath. The late afternoon air was cool and refreshing. "And
this barn does not smell. Not bad, at least."
"Thank you," I said, standing up and looking at Jeremy over
the stall door, along with Smokin' Satin Bars and then Blakken.
Instantly, my brain was in motion. How could I find more time
to be alone with Jeremy in the future? A few minutes hiding in
the barn from predatory women was not enough.
I opened my mouth, ready to ask the question. Will you show
me around the island some more? Can we talk again sometime
tonight? Want to groom the horses again tomorrow? Each sounded
lamer than the last, but I had to do something. Say something.
Jeremy was a wonderful man and I wanted to learn more about him.
Yet, something was wrong with this image. Fantastic, handsome,
wonderful, caring men did not just fall into my lap. There had to
be something that I was missing, something that did not fit.
Fate loved screwing with me too much to let someone as obviously
good as Jeremy just happen to me. Of course, the hot rumor going
around the island was that Jeremy had sex with Amy last night.
"Sounds to me like you're going to a sex resort," Jennifer, my
older sister, had warned me days ago when looking over the many
brochures and pamphlets that Jeremy had sent to me.
I did not believe it at the time, but the realization hit me
like a punch to the stomach. Jeremy offered to send my family on
an all-expenses paid vacation to Italy. Was that his way of
tossing his money around, perhaps wanting to _buy_ me? Did he do
the same for Amy last night? Did he offer to send her some place
nasty, like the Red Light District in Amsterdam? With all the
brothels, sex shops and museums there, Amy would fit in nicely.
What would Jeremy expect in return for his... generosity?
I hurried back over to Blakken's stall, holding onto the big
horse as if it was a lifeline to sanity. I shook my head, trying
to keep my heartbeat steady and my stomach from flinging its
contents all over the barn. I was scared. And confused. Jeremy
did not try to kiss me, he was simply catching me from falling. I
was the one doing all the kissing. Jeremy was not out to get me,
or buy me. I was a terrible person for thinking that. I was no
better than those two vicious trollops hunting for me outside.
"You okay?" Jeremy asked after a moment.
Yet I was frozen, the brush paused in mid-air. I looked over
at him and my heart sunk just a little bit more. Those brown
eyes were so warm, so tender, so gorgeous. How could I think
one negative thought about Jeremy, considering he had saved me
from Amy and Camille?
"Yeah, I'm fine." It almost sounded true.
"Don't let those women get to you," Jeremy said, his voice
low and comforting. "I will not allow them to harass you."
Dang it, even now I still wanted him. Why did Jeremy have to
be so sweet and sexy? Even if Amy had gotten to him already...
"I'm fine," I responded, surprised at how bitter I sounded.
Or was it jealousy? I steadied myself against Blakken, drawing
on his strength, and pressed onward with the grooming.
"You do good work, Lindsay," he offered. "Both horses really
seem to like you." Jeremy looked at his wristwatch. "I have to
get back up to the mansion, but I'm going to let you stay here
and hide out for a bit longer if you wish. Do not worry, though.
I will see to it that Amy and Camille stay off of your trail.
They will not be coming back to the barn tonight." Dang him
again! Why did he have to be so overly protective, so charming?
But why was I suddenly resisting the temptation, the desire,
to be with him? Oh, I was so confused...
"Is it true that you're 39?" WHAT? @%$&#! Where did that
come from? How could I ask him such a question?
"I am," Jeremy answered. "39. And you're only 18. I'm old
enough to be your father, you know." I did my best not to blush
at those words, but failed terribly. "Being a senior citizen the
way I am, you know, I have a strict bedtime I have to adhere to."
"You don't look 39..." My voice was timid, weak. Pathetic.
But the way Jeremy looked at me that day made me shiver. He
probably had that same effect on all of the women in his life, I
assumed. Even Amy? He was a rich, handsome man, and probably
was used to women throwing themselves at him. His calm, soothing
charm was simply off the charts. His smile was palpable and it
made my chest ache with desire. Dealing with a silly little girl
like me was most likely a common occurrence for him.
Jeremy probably broke hearts just by breathing, and may not
have even known it.
------
Lindsay's notes from current day, November 2016:
The chance meeting in the barn that I described above, which
took place three and a half years ago and on just my second day
ever on the island, was not all much of a strange coincidence
after all. Jeremy, I found out months later, had been watching
me via the voyeur room and became concerned when I ran off and
hid from Amy, and then Devon and Camille, before finding refuge
in the barn. Worried, Jeremy went rushing off himself to the
barn to make certain that I was alright.
Today? Our family has an entire stable full of horses at our
home on the farm in Norway, and Jeremy anointed me as the one
in charge of them. Oh, I love horses! I always have! Trish
helps me out a lot with them, and so does Kristanna. Even Amy
has come around and enjoys spending time around them, too.
I had no idea back in June 2013 that Jeremy had spent the
previous 16 years living on the island with minimal contact from
the rest of civilization. I actually thought he was a womanizer,
but nothing could be further from the truth! He was so smooth
and calm, and had an answer and/or response for everything.
Apparently, Kristanna had been coaching him hard in the months
leading up to my arrival along with the other girls, suggesting
what to say and how to react in nearly every situation.
Yet down deep, Jeremy admits to me today that he was just as
nervous and unsure of himself as I was during that discussion in
the barn. Me? Swooning over the handsome and rich man with the
fine, expensive clothes on. Him? Tongue-twisted, he says, with
the "Homecoming Queen" in his presence, combined with the fact
that he was well more than twice my age.
And oh, Jeremy wanted to kiss me too after catching me. So I
was not alone in feeling the way I did. Actually, Jeremy tells
me as I write this, he wanted to devour me.
I actually wish he did.
One last thing before I move onto the next subject of my very
own chapter, Amy. Just three months later, in September 2013,
Jeremy saw to it that my mom and all three of my sisters got to
spend two whole weeks vacationing in the heart of Rome. I was
with them for ten of those days, but had to return back to Norway
to help make the final preparations for Jeremy and Kristanna's
wedding. Regardless, Jeremy put my family up at Palazzo Manfredi,
one of Rome's most inclusive and opulent hotels, and Mom got to
experience her dream vacation of a lifetime in grand style.
We toured Vatican City, the Sistine Chapel and St. Peter's
Basilica. It was surreal to walk through the Roman Colosseum
and be where so much history had taken place. I lack the ability
to explain in words how amazing and overwhelming the Colosseum is
in real life. And, among countless other activities, Mom got to
spend two days mingling at the Venice International Film Festival.
That trip was the first time I had actually seen Mom happy
since Dad died the previous November. Losing him had broke her
heart, but those two weeks injected a vibrancy and happiness into
Mom that she badly needed. For that, even if it was temporary, I
am eternally grateful to Jeremy. Words could never say how much...
* * *
Things progressed quickly for me on the island. Just two short
days after my discussion with Jeremy in the barn, I offered my
virginity to him. And Trish, in a three-some. I was madly in
love with Jeremy already, especially after he volunteered to wire
$100,000 to my mother so she could dig herself out of debt, and
actually pay off the remaining mortgage on our family home.
Honestly, I was ready to marry Jeremy and have his babies.
Less than a week after losing my virginity, I was involved in
a seven girl orgy in the dining room that began with Pamela giving
me a sexy lap dance in front of the others. The island and its
raw, sexual reality was very different than what I was used to,
but all seemed okay. Everything seemed so normal, so natural, on
the island. Following the orgy, all seven of us went and found
Jeremy in his bedroom, and gang-banged him. It was incredible.
During this time, Amy and I actually started to become friends.
We got off on the wrong foot, obviously, but I chalk that up to
her mental issues back then, and the fact that she seemed really
hyper and unstable during her first couple of days on the island.
Amy feels regret nowadays, saying that she was so incredibly amped
up and excited to finally be on the island, and she was not acting
right. It was well before Jeremy made her seek counseling and saw
to it that she stayed on a strict medication program every day.
One of the early criticisms that Jeremy received in writing the
first story in this series was "How can Lindsay go from being a
sweet and innocent virgin (chapter 5) to someone who enjoys being
punished in a BDSM session by Amy two weeks later? (chapter 16)".
It was a valid criticism, I suppose, but keep in mind that
this story, from day one, has been told from a first person
perspective. It has been presented to you, the reader, through a
vacuum (Jeremy.) His mind, his thoughts, his emotions. If he
does not like something, it will be conveyed to the readers. If
he does like something, the readers will know about it.
Likewise, it would have been impossible (even with the voyeur
room) for Jeremy to keep up with six women (and seven once
Kristanna joined us) and our different adventures and experiences
on the island in those early days. He was very, very busy, and
had a lot of pressure on him to make everything perfect for us.
He did not stay up to date on all of the island's happenings.
So because Jeremy missed out on how Amy and I eventually became
friends, so did you, the reader. Remember, the first person
perspective thing? "How can Lindsay go from being a sweet and
innocent virgin to someone who enjoys being punished in a BDSM
session by Amy two weeks later?" Easy. Maybe I had an interest
in it? A dark, hidden, secret interest that Jeremy had no clue
about? And thus, you as the reader had no clue, either. Or maybe
it was the way Amy presented the lifestyle to me? Perhaps both?
Whatever the case, many things are left out in first person
narratives like this because the author does not know everything.
If the author does not know it, then neither does the reader.
That is why Pamela, Trish and Kristanna got their turn earlier in
the series to write their chapters. It is why I am doing it now.
Hopefully this chapter has given you a fresh perspective, and you
have enjoyed it. I am not a skilled author like Jeremy is, but
this is fun. Maybe Jeremy will let me write more in the future?
So... Amy and I became friends, albeit behind the scenes of
what Jeremy conveyed in the early part of the story. Then, in
chapter 16, he describes a hot and heavy BDSM session where Amy
is suddenly dominating me. How did we get to that point? It was
a process, but let me shed a little light on that early criticism
of the story (one of the first Jeremy received, actually.)
While Jeremy was receiving a lap dance from Pamela in chapter
15 of "Island Fever" (and falling in love with her at same time),
I was busy elsewhere with Amy. Jeremy actually missed this
altogether, and did not know it happened until several months
later when I showed him footage in the voyeur room.
I will just start at the beginning.
* * *
-*- Sunday, June 15, 2013 -*-
-*- The Island -*-
I went to Jeremy's private bedroom just a few moments ago
because I wanted to talk and hang out with him, but instead
found Pamela giving him a lap dance. Rather than intruding, I
snuck away undetected. Neither of them were even aware that I
stood and watched them through a crack in the door for a good
10 seconds. They seemed to be having a good time without me,
and I did not feel like interrupting Pamela as she got some
precious one-on-one time with Jeremy. We all craved those
fleeting moments. All of us except Camille, at least.
Still, I felt jealous of Pamela. I would love to bump and
grind my body against Jeremy like that, make him feel pleasure.
Although, my figure was nowhere near as gorgeous as Pamela's.
Heck, I was jealous of Jeremy, too! I would give my right arm
for another lap dance from Pamela! She was so beautiful.
Feeling grumpy and a little left out, I ventured outside. It
was actually raining, but I did not care. The warm drops pelted
me and soaked me through my clothing, all the way to my skin, in
no time flat. But it felt therapeutic to stomp through some
puddles, let off a little steam, and head toward the lagoon.
I climbed into the aluminum fishing boat and paddled out from
the shore. Closing my eyes in the rain, I lost myself to the
sound of the drops splashing against the surface of the lake,
and the rumbling of thunder in the distance. I felt so much at
ease, so peaceful. This was nature at its finest.
It had been nearly two weeks since I had first stepped foot on
the island. Two weeks since I was introduced to the warmth and
open nature that the island seemed to provide for all of us. Two
weeks since I had to deal with the reality of the rest of the
world. And two weeks closer to eventually returning home, and
explaining to my deeply religious family the acts of debauchery I
had taken part in to help get us the financial stability we needed.
Oh, that was not going to be an easy task.
A loud, booming clap of thunder startled me out of my thoughts,
and I looked around frantically. The wind was pushing the little
boat to the center of the lagoon. Jeremy had removed the boat's
motor a few days ago to repair it, so I tossed the oars into the
water and tried desperately to row against the wind and make it
back to the shoreline. The rain was really coming down hard now.
But the boat was not moving, and I finally gave up. I sat
there helplessly as the storm happened all around me, jumping
every time that the thunder roared. The wind and the waves
eventually drove me to the opposite, much less desirable end of
the lagoon. I was able to tie the boat to a nearby tree with the
docking rope, and begin my trek back to the mansion.
A deafening crack ensued seconds later, and I turned only to
find the boat battered and nearly destroyed by a bolt of lightning.
Scared out of my wits, I screamed and took off in a dead run. I
was once struck by lightning as a small child and actually went
flatline in the hospital afterwards, and the entire memory still
haunts me to this very day. It gives me nightmares.
Along the way back to the mansion, I slipped and fell in a
messy patch of mud. It was all over my front and even in parts
of my hair. By the time I finally made it indoors, my lungs hurt
and my teeth were chattering. I felt terrible!
"Have you been outside? What are you... Lindsay! There's mud
all over you!" Amy was frantic as she tossed her magazine down
and rushed to my side. "Let me get a towel. Your lips are blue."
"So... c-c-cold." I shivered as Amy gathered a towel from the
nearby closet and wrapped it around me.
"How long have you been outside?" she demanded. "Lindsay, what
were you THINKING? With the weather like this?"
"For an hour, or s-so. I'm s-s-s-sorry." I was trembling as
I followed Amy upstairs to the guest suite that she shared with
Pamela. "The fishing boat... is dead."
"What are you talking about?" Amy countered. "Sit down." She
wrapped another towel around me and started the tub, pouring a
cup of lavender salts under the faucet, followed by a bubble bath
solution. I sat there, still cold, still scared.
"I went out for a walk and got into the boat on the lagoon, and
it got pushed to the other side by the storm. I got out and like,
a second or two later, it was struck by lightning. Destroyed."
Amy's jaw twitched as she stared down at me.
"Say something!" I begged.
"I'm going to make you a cup of hot chocolate, and you are
going to soak that cold out of your body."
I hung my head low, but nodded. Amy lifted my chin to look
into my eyes. "I'll be right back, honey."
But I was still in the same spot, the same position, when Amy
returned moments later. "You're shaking like a leaf. Stand up."
I offered no resistance as Amy peeled the wet, muddy clothes
from my body and helped me get into the hot water. Once certain
that I was settled in, Amy actually turned to leave.
"Amy?"
"What?" She paused in the doorway, her back to me. Amy was
actually quite angry that I had put myself in harm's way.
"Please wash my back for me?" I needed some sort of contact
now. The lightning bolt had really rattled me.
Amy hesitated and took a long, ragged breath, but eventually
returned to me with a dressing stool. "Turn over."
I tilted my head, confused. Amy snapped her fingers and went
into a rage. "You heard me, turn over!" We had become friends
by this point, and I was used to Amy's quick, sudden outbursts.
They made me feel timid, somewhat small... and very submissive.
I obeyed, slowly rolling to my stomach and propping my chin on
my hands. My ass bobbed above the water level as Amy reached for
the washcloth. Very tender, and very lovingly, Amy stroked my
back with the soapy cloth, all around my shoulders, and down to
my hips. I felt so much more relaxed now.
"It's okay, Amy. I just need to be touched right now... in a
parental sort of way. You're making me feel really good."
Amy sighed, clearly still upset, but continued with the washing.
She kneaded my shoulders with talented fingers, using the soap to
easily slip back and forth across my skin.
"How's that?"
"It feels so good," I reiterated. "But I need to sit up. My
neck is starting to hurt a bit." I sat up, but immediately slumped
back down beneath the cover of the bubbles to hide my body. Why the
sudden feeling of self-consciousness? I was a virgin no more...
"Lean back and I'll wash your hair. It's muddy, too."
"Amy?" I said moments later, my hair all nice and sudsy.
"What, honey?" Her mood had softened tremendously.
"I'm sorry for going outside and getting caught in the storm."
"The important thing is that you are safe now." The washcloth
worked its way over my small, pert breasts, and across my tummy.
"I like you, Amy. I like you a lot. I'm so glad that we have
been able to become friends." She moved the washcloth across my
pussy and then concentrated on my left thigh. I closed my eyes
as Amy eventually picked up my right foot and tenderly massaged
it. "You have really nice hands."
"Remember that statement when you feel them later," Amy warned.
"We've been talking about this for a couple of days now, Lindsay,
but today you are going to get your first spanking for being so
careless and reckless with your safety." I gulped my throat as
Amy added, "You may wish that you stayed out in the rain."
"You... you're going to... sp-spank me?"
"Only because you deserve it."
I was quiet, reaching for the coffee cup and sipping the hot
chocolate brew. I opened my eyes and studied the beautiful,
ravishing red-head paying homage to my bubble-covered feet.
"I treated you wrong early on, Lindsay. I'm so sorry."
"You're a really special girl underneath that tough exterior.
Can I keep you? Or maybe you keep me?" I was purring.
Amy kissed the sole of my foot. "Forever, as long as Jeremy
is somehow part of the package, too."
Quite wrinkled and very warm now, I was taken to the bedroom
that I shared with Trish while wrapped in a towel. Amy stood in
the doorway. "Get your pajamas on, and dry your hair. When you
are done, I want you to come back to my room, pull down your
pajama bottoms, and bend over my knee. This is the real deal now,
Lindsay. You're not going to read and fantasize about being
spanked through some erotic Internet story website like you have
for the past several years. I'm going to spank you myself."
"Yes, ma'am," I said quietly. I watched Amy close the door,
then released a sigh. My body shivered, but this time in desire.
And anticipation. Would the spanking hurt? Yes, certainly, but
how different would it be from the spankings I had read about on
the Internet over the years? The videos I had watched? I could
not help the warm rush of fluids between my legs and the aching
of my pussy as possibilities of what was to come flooded my mind.
I added the presence of Jeremy in a dream scenario, watching us
as Amy spanked me. Oh God. I nearly came right then and there.
I leaned against the wall and closed my eyes, and my fingers
soon drifted to my naked flesh as the towel fell harmlessly to
the floor. I felt goosebumps as I drifted my fingertips over
the sides of my breasts. I massaged my stomach and hips but went
back to my breasts, pinching the stiff, sensitive nipples. I
squeezed my breasts together and tilted my head against the wall.
My breathing became sharp as my right hand slid down between
my thighs. I spread my swollen lips apart and dipped an index
finger into my drenched sex. Gently, I spread the juices over
my quivering clitoris and began to massage it. Soon, I held
myself open with my left hand and then with one finger from my
right hand, and soon two, I began to fuck myself.
Even little choir girls have their naughty moments, you know.
I leaned back hard against the wall and slowly sank to the
carpeted floor, burying a third finger into my hungry sheath.
I tirelessly stroked, pinched and circled my engorged clitoris,
faster and faster, harder and harder. I rocked myself against
that soaking, wet hand, the pressure on my clitoris growing much
more intense. I let out a whimper as I imagined myself over
Amy's knee, her taking control of me, teaching me a lesson.
Then it happened. I felt my body orgasm as my hand and
fingers clamped down in a wondrous array of sensation. I
brought both arms to my chest and clenched my teeth to prevent
Amy from hearing my cries of self-induced pleasure in her
room, which was nearby. The same woman waiting for me to come
to her. The woman who ordered me to pull down my pants and lay
across her thighs for a thorough, old-fashioned spanking.
My eyes opened slowly and I was able to catch my breath.
Content for now, I stood on uneven, shaky legs, washed away the
evidence of orgasm and dressed in pink cotton pajamas. I dried
my hair and, on impulse, stuck it into two big, bushy pig-tails.
Just like Jeremy, Amy was much older than me. I figured that she
would appreciate a youthful vibe just as much as Jeremy did.
Amy beckoned me to her when I appeared at the entrance to her
guest room. Biting my lip, I blushed as I stood off to her side
and pushed my pajama pants down to my ankles. The top was much
too short to hide my pussy, and I felt my body tense as I began
to descend over Amy's ready, trusting lap.
"You were a very naughty girl this afternoon," Amy said,
resting her hand upon my upturned ass. "Weren't you?"
"Yes, ma'am. I'm very sorry."
"You are going to be very, very sorry, since I am going to take
the time to give you a proper spanking. Do you know why I am
going to spank you, Lindsay? Do you?"
"No, ma'am."
"Yes, you do. But I will remind you anyway. I'm doing this
because I really like you, honey, and care about you, especially
your health and safety. Even if a spanking doesn't feel like it
is a loving thing, I can assure you that I only spank girls who I
care deeply about. You could have been hurt today, Lindsay. That
would have made me very, very sad. And Jeremy too, Trish."
I felt a knot forming within my chest. "I'm sorry."
But Amy was not finished. "I've lost people already in my life
that I care about. You lost your father, honey, and you cared
about him deeply. I have had enough heartache and despair in my
life. I could not stand to lose you, too. Another second or
two, and that lightning bolt could have hit you."
I felt the tears start to drip, and Amy had not even started
the spanking! Any mention of Dad always made me emotional...
"I want you to promise to never do something like that again,
Lindsay. Never do something that may take you away from me,
from us. You know Jeremy's number one rule. He does not want
any of us to be outside on the island in any inclimate weather.
You could have fallen and gotten trapped somewhere, too!"
I was already crying even before the first smack registered in
my mind, but when it did, I felt my body jolt. Amy did not hold
back, either, and the ensuing slaps against my delicate backside
fell with furious intensity. She no longer spoke, clearly intent
to deliver her message routed from my pulsating ass to my brain.
I was thrashing and flailing about as Amy secured my ankles by
hooking her right leg over them. I tried to reach back, only to
have my hand captured and pinned at the small of my back. Amy
targeted my ass with growing furor and it was all I could take.
After eight heavy swats (which seemed like 80), I was done.
"AMY!" I screamed, squirming like a fish out of water over
her lap. "Amy! Oh God, stop! No more! No more!..."
Amy remained silent, but ceased and pulled me to my feet. She
kissed my forehead and took me by the hand to the corner of the
bedroom. "Stay here until I tell you otherwise."
But I was a wreck now, and slumped down to the floor and curled
up into the fetal position. "It really hurts bad!" I felt my lip
quivering as I began to spill all my emotions. "I've never been
spanked before, and that was humiliating! And by another woman?
That made it even worse! I'm so confused! I don't know what to
feel, how to act. I feel so torn, like part of me wants to give
in to it, accept the spanking, but the other part wants to run.
This was certainly not how I envisioned it to be!"
"Wow," Amy simply said, dropping down to the floor beside me.
I pressed my head against her shoulder and sniffed my nose. Her
warm, curvaceous figure felt divine as she pulled me even closer
into her. "Normally, pain is unpleasant, honey. But many people,
myself included, find the pain from being struck on the backside
by a trusted lover very pleasurable. In my own experiences, the
smacks sting, and sting quite a bit, certainly to the point of
causing pain. They cause me to wriggle with discomfort, to gasp,
to cry out, and sometimes even bring me to tears. And like so
many other people, I find this stinging, this pain, to be erotic.
Discipline can be healing. It can even be a form of cleansing,
if you let it." Amy took a deep breath. "I spanked you, Lindsay,
because I care about you. I... I love you."
"You do?" I raised my eyes to look at her.
"I do. I know I can seem like a horrible person at times, but
I'm working on that. I've been hurt by others my entire life. I
have been abused, both mentally... and... physically. I just... I
don't want anything bad to happen to you. If you got hurt out in
that storm, Lindsay, I... I don't know what... what..."
"I'm sorry," I mumbled.
"You sound so much like a little girl." Amy squeezed me
lovingly. "I'm so sorry, baby, I treated you wrong during our
first couple of days here on the island. I should not have done
that. I'm going to regret it for a long time. But I know, at
least in my own experiences, sometimes I need a good, hard
spanking. It can do a wonderful job of setting me straight. That
is why I gave you one. You need to know NOT to do that... NOT to
go out in bad weather, on this island, and put yourself in danger.
Jeremy would flip out if he knew you went outside on your own."
I sniffed my nose again. "I liked it... being over your lap."
Amy smiled. "You did?"
"I know I'm weird."
"There is nothing weird about that at all, honey. I happen to
like this side of you much more than the one who threw a glass of
_Kool-Aid_ all over my face during our first week here."
"Sorry about that."
"Just don't do it again, okay?" Amy stroked my hair, saying
nothing as I rubbed my face upon her shoulder. I felt a warm,
tender hand touch my left calf. "Even though I deserved it for
teasing you the way I did that day." Amy kissed the crown of my
head. "You doing okay, baby? It still hurt?"
"I'll live," I said into her blouse. Amy smelled like vanilla
brimming with exotic flowers and succulent fruits. Oh my God,
that perfume smelled so good! What was it? Hmmmmm...
"You're leaving?" I exclaimed as Amy stood up and made a motion
to step away.
"What's wrong? You look deathly pale all of a sudden." Amy
knelt down and tucked a single strand of hair behind my ear.
"Talk to me, sweetheart. Talk to me."
"I don't want to be alone right now. The storm terrifies me,
especially lightning. Lightning almost killed me when I was a
little girl. Jeremy is busy with Pamela and I just know, after
what happened earlier, the nightmares..." My lip quivered as I
struggled against the onslaught of fear that overtook my body all
at once. "Will you, well, will you stay with me? Please? Just
don't leave me alone. I'm going to have nightmares tonight..."
"Breathe. You're having a panic attack. Calm down, honey."
Amy held me tightly as I went from short, shallow breaths to
full-fledged weeping. "Everything will be okay. Just... I was
very forward with you earlier, with that spanking, and I don't
want to risk scaring you any more than I already have."
I tried to compose myself, hicupping as I blew my nose into a
tissue that she handed me. "I love you too, Amy. I do. I really
do. And maybe... maybe I want you to spank me again, in the... in
the future. Just not so hard next time, huh?" Did I really just
say that to her? But in reality, it was true. Oh God, it was the
truth! I wanted Amy to put me over her knee and spank me again!
It was shameful, embarrassing, humiliating... but very erotic.
"I'll stay with you as long as you want me to, honey," Amy
murmured, hugging and kissing my head. "Shhhhh. I'm not leaving.
I'm not going to let you have any nightmares tonight."
For the first time since I was much younger, when I used to sit
in Dad's lap, I felt safe. My crying fit eventually faded away and
I felt a certain peace settle over my soul. I was in love with Amy
and ready to try anything with her, conquer the world together.
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Lindsay's notes from current day, November 2016:
And the following day, Amy and I had that BDSM encounter that
created such an uproar with a select number of readers. "How can
Lindsay go from being a sweet and innocent virgin to someone who
enjoys being punished in a BDSM session by Amy two weeks later?"
That spanking was the start of it. Afterwards, Amy spanked me
again that night, and I actually had an orgasm because of it.
The following day, a suggestion of BDSM? I trusted Amy and, as
I said just seconds ago, was ready to try anything with her. I
mean, I let the woman put an inflatable butt-plug in my ass!
Too bad Jeremy did not know about the initial spanking the
day before, and did not share it with the readership.
But now you know!
(And today, I LOVE being spanked. It really turns me on. But
it never seems that I get spanked hard enough...)
This may also shed some light on why, during this time period,
I temporarily drifted away from Trish and my relationship with
her. Amy was first and foremost in my life at this point, and I
simply wanted to spend all of my time with her. Trish did not
want to accept that, so I broke up with her (temporarily). Jeremy
was confused as to our exact problems as well, and that confusion
spilled over, unfortunately, into the story.
As I look back, I wish that I handled things differently. I
really should have never treated Trish the way I did. Trish is
like an angel, and could never hurt anyone. Ever. The way I
mistreated her is something, unfortunately, that I will have to
live and deal with for the rest of my life.
In the end, though, everything seemed to work out. This has
truly been a storybook ride for me since June 2013, minus the
part with Alison and putting our trust in her. Can we erase
Alison's time with us from the record? That would be so nice.
As I type this and bring a close to this chapter, my personal
story, I am actually sitting in Amy's lap. She has been hugging
and kissing on me, whispering sweet words into my ear, for the
past 10 minutes. Amy is my wife now, of course, and I love her
more than words could ever say! We have grown so incredibly
close together, and she gives the warmest hugs. I love Amy's
kisses, her support, her faith but most of all, her friendship.
She is my best friend in the whole, wide world.
I think I will end this chapter by saying that Amy and I are
going to crawl into bed and cuddle.
If I get lucky, maybe she will spank me!
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