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(Mdom/F, d/s, bd, s/m, bd, exh, spank, control) *** 1: It Begins I hadn't been back to Tahoe in years but the opportunity to stay in a cabin not far from the ski resort I always went to as a kid, wasn't something I was going to pass up. It was an A frame in Incline Village away from the glitz and casinos, away from the condo's and ski lodges but close enough that I would have an easy drive up to Mt Rose to ski. The driveway was cleared by a local man with a plow so I didn't have to worry about shoveling or getting stuck and I had rented a 4 wheel drive so the slight incline shouldn't get me stuck. I was looking forward to skiing, it had been an age since I'd been up the hills, but so it had been the last time too when I came up with my kids and you just don't forget. As I pulled in that afternoon, I felt a twinge of loneliness, no one was here to share it with me this time. My husband was working, the kids were busy with jobs and school now, but it was a week of "house sitting" that only cost me my flight and my lift tickets and I have never had trouble entertaining myself. Mt Rose didn't have all the glitz of Kirkwood or Squaw Valley, but it didn't have the lines or cost either, and it is full of nostalgia for me. I grabbed my bag from the back seat, leaving my skis and equipment in the back. The front door was locked tight but the key Amanda had sent me unlocked the deadbolt and I stepped inside. a fairly large entrance had storage for ski's poles and boots, clearly the seasonal use was well expected. I kicked off my boots and set my bags inside the door. I wanted to check out the place, turning on lights and exploring the rooms. The main room opened into the kitchen with a breakfast bar between, to separate the spaces. It wasn't large but it was nice, leather couches and a big fireplace on the wall. Looking closer, I realized it was a gas light fireplace with a switch on the wall, sweet, all of the ambiance and none of the fuss. The kitchen was simple with a nice cooking island and a stainless steel fridge, not to large but enough easily to store supplies for the week. A keurig coffee maker and a toaster oven for my bagels so I was set. There was only one bedroom in a loft upstairs that over looked the room below, making my way up the spiral staircase I found the whole upstairs lined in plush furs and a large low bed at the back of the loft. A small table was on the floor with cushions all around Japanese style. I looked under the table and sure enough there was a small heater just like the one we had in our house in Kansai. I giggled, that was a piece of nostalgia I hadn't expected. There was a small bar upstairs as well and a mini fridge, not stocked yet but great for late night snacks. Downstairs out the back sliding door there was a large deck secluded with large pines to either side and not a neighbor in sight tucked back here in the hills. A deep soaking tub of finished wood was built into the deck with a cover over the top. I lifted the cover and found it was clean and smelled of chlorine. I would have to check out my instructions again to make sure I knew how to work it and keep it balanced, but that was a definite plus. I decided since it was too late to hit the slopes tonight I would just bring my bag upstairs and soak for a bit before getting some dinner. Back inside I took a quick look in the cupboards and saw a bottle of wine on the counter with a bow on it. "Thanks for taking care of the place while we're gone, have a wonderful time, Amanda and Jack" was written on the tag. It was a bottle of viognier, dry white crisp, like the winter air. I decided to crack it and have a glass while I soaked, what a nice greeting for my first night at the cabin. I checked the fridge and Amanda had left some camembert and some hard dried salami as well as some pepperocinis - dinner was taken care of if I could find some bread or... hey crackers would do fine I guess, I'm not picky. I decided to just get my plate of food and head out to the tub, no rush to put stuff away anyway, it was just me here. so I poured a glass of wine and sliced some salami and collected the pickles and cheese with some crackers and headed out to the deck. Putting my plate and glass on the table, I lifted my shirt over my head and dropped it along with my bra on the wood bench. It felt so free out in the cold air, snow lining the hills the soft quiet of the pines, like no one else in the world existed but me. I rubbed my breasts free of their lace confines now and folded the green gems down so they hung free. I had tucked them up against my nipples in the bra to keep from giving me a double nipple look under my sweater. In the cold air my nipples stood straight out and little bumps formed on the areola my skin felt tight in the cold. I looped my thumbs into my pants and pulled them down my thighs, feeling the goosebumps rise on the backs of my thighs as the cold air caressed my bare skin. I had dispensed with underwear today and only my fuzzy winter socks remained to pull off as I pulled the cover to the side. I found the light and the jets controls and set the timer for 15 minutes on the tub. I sat next to the table and drank some of my wine and took a bite of cheese on a cracker before removing my socks and stepping into the hot bubbling water. I hadn't been in the water for 5 minutes when I heard the steps coming up the back stairs. Heavy masculine steps shaking the deck as whoever it was banged the snow from their boots and was making their way up to the deck. I looked around in a panic, I didn't have a towel handy and my clothes were strewn about the deck too far to reach from the tub, I thought of dunking under the water to hide but what use was that the light was on in the tub and it was obvious someone was here. Who the hell was coming up the stairs? I scrunched down in the water and close my eyes, and then mentally slapped myself for being so dumb, like closing my eyes is going to stop him from seeing me. My heart is racing, I have no idea what to do and I am in no position to confront an intruder and there isn't anyone within a mile to hear if I scream. Feelings of anger, fear, and sheer drop dead embarrassment all competing in my brain. I saw him at the top of the stairs, he paused for a moment and looked right at me in the tub. He had a cap on over his ears a tuft of blond hair peeked out at the front, sun glasses underneath covered his eyes and his face was stern, jaw clenched, he was clearly not pleased to see me here in the tub. He had on a lightweight jacket over a warm heather sweater, a turtle neck underneath and brown gloves. He was tall in jeans with gaiters over his boots. He was brushed with snow and appeared to have been outside for a bit from the reddishness of his cheeks and the bluster of snow melting on his coat and jeans. He continued walking toward me and as he approached the tub he removed his glasses. Deep piercing blue eyes looked down at me, unsmiling almost leering at me. "Just what do you think you are doing Miss?" I felt like a delinquent girl caught by her friends parents coming home early. I flushed bright red and crossed my arms over my chest looking down at the water and coughed. My mind was racing for excuses before I realized I hadn't done anything wrong, I didn't need an excuse and this man was trespassing on my friend's deck. I shook my head and began to speak, "Excuse me! What are you doing here? I am house-sitting for a friend." By the time I got that last word out I looked back up at his eyes and lost my strength again. I'm not a shy person, and generally don't have any problem standing my ground, even naked and in hot water so to speak, but something about his look just made me feel like a little kid, like I had no business being there or even talking to him. I shook my head and tried to look away. "Oh really? What friend is that? Jake has me watching the place while he's away, I think you have stumbled onto the wrong deck miss. Just get out and put your cloths back on and scoot your butt on home," he said as he scooped up my bra and sat down alongside the tub, dangling my bra from his finger over the water. I was flushed red, pissed off, what right did he have to tell me what to do, to talk to me like a child, I'll be damned if I take that kind of treatment from this trespassing jerk... wait... Jake said what? "You're a friend of Jake?" I asked dumbfounded, realizing what must be happening, Amanda and Jake never coordinate their plans. Did she even tell him I was staying here this week? My head was a whirl, when I heard him whistle at me, I looked up again startled realizing he was still staring at me holding my bra over my head, looking down on me. The jets of course stopped at that moment and the water settled smooth concealing nothing now I looked up trying in vain to maintain some dignity and explain why I was here. "Amanda asked me to stay here and watch the place while they were gone. I just got here about an hour ago." Why did I feel so out of control all of a sudden, ok I was definitely at a disadvantage and rather embarrassed, but I somehow felt inferior, I never feel that way around men, what was my problem. I looked down and decided to stand my ground. I stepped out of the tub and took my bra from his hand, not looking at him right away, I walked to pick up my clothing, bending at the knees facing away from him and then turned to face him with my clothes in my hand at my side. "I'm going inside to shower and get dressed. Amanda gave me a key and asked me to watch the house while they were gone. I don't expect to see you when I get back out." I spoke with as much bravado as I could, but the cold had me shivering some. I was afraid of what he might do and far from being shocked he seemed to be very much enjoying the show as I stood there before him naked and shivering. A slow smile came to his face, but he said nothing. Just watched me looking at me dripping into a cold puddle on the deck, never lowering his eyes, not saying a word, amused, but not intimidated, not angry, and certainly not shocked. I flushed involuntarily and turned about sharply heading inside to the shower, my shivers were no longer from the cold. I closed the door of the bathroom and locked it, wondering what the hell I was thinking. As far as I could tell he was a guest of Jake, but I didn't want him here with me, the place wasn't that big and I don't know him from Adam, he could be an axe murderer for all I know - though it isn't likely Jake would let him stay here. God my head was just a whirl, I started the shower and washed off the chlorine and washed my hair, trying to clear my mind. I got out quickly and dried off realizing my bag with my clothes was still at the door way. there was a terry cloth rope on the back of the door and I tied that round myself. I came out and looked hesitantly at the main room, there he was sitting comfortably on the couch, his hat was off now along with his jacket, sweater and boots. His hair was blond and tussled from the hat, his shoulders were broad and strong, his face rugged but attractive. He might be a few years older than me but not much. He was sitting on the couch with the fire going and drinking a glass of the wine. I grimaced, that was supposed to be my wine. I walked over and confronted him again, "look I don't know what Jake told you, but Amanda and I have been talking about this for a month, she sent me a key, I flew here from out-of-state and I'm here for the week, and a strange guy staying here was not part of the deal, and the wine is for me by the way." I was standing there in the robe talking with my hands, trying to be firm, but sounding just bossy and nervous. He barely moved, took a sip from the wine glass and looked at me again with those blue eyes, just looking straight through me. I started to shiver again. "Are you quite finished with your little tirade yet?" He asked quietly, speaking very slowly and deliberately. I started to respond and as he began to stand I thought better of it. He got up and stood very close to me, he was tall looking down into my eyes. "Let me make something perfectly clear young lady, you're in no position at all to be making demands, you may have an invitation to be here, but standing there half-naked shaking your fist at me, issuing your ultimatums will get you nowhere but out in the cold on the balcony until you learn some manners. Do you understand me clearly?" I felt sick to my stomach, he was right I was being rude and I was embarrassed. I lowered my eyes to the floor, blushing. "I apologize," I barely whispered, "It is just very awkward." I sighed. "Yes it is awkward, but you are not making it better with your lectures. Shall we start over, I trust you don't need a lesson in manners," I looked up at him in shock, what kind of lesson did he think he was going to teach me? He must have seen the horror on my face, because he laughed a little, smiling a mischievous smile and answered his own question.."No I didn't think you wanted that yet." I was far more confused by that and pulled my robe close around me, wondering what he meant. "My name is Bryan, and like you I have flown in from out-of-town, invited by Jake, to stay here for the week." I was out on the snow machine when you arrived but noticed the SUV out front when I got back, I came up the back to see if I had an intruder, which I believed you to be." "Oh, So what are we going to do?" I wiggled a little feeling very self-conscious now shifting my weight left and right. "First you are going to tell me your name." He said still looking down at me. I looked up and smiled, embarrassed again, "oh, it's Kaily, I'm sorry." "Well Kaily we have some things to discuss, I have no intention of leaving. This is a lovely home, and while like you, I had no intention of sharing it with a guest, I suspect once you get off your high horse, we might do just fine here." I was beginning to feel like a school girl, facing the principal after a class tantrum, when you know you were in the wrong, but just couldn't shut up. I wanted to crawl up under the couch and hide right now if I could. "Yes Sir," I said then mentally slapped myself, why did I just call him Sir? It just came out that way. Ok fine, I blushed in spite of myself. He smiled, that same damn mischievous smile again, I swear to god he was enjoying my discomfort, the more antsy and embarrassed I got the more he seemed to be relaxing and enjoying himself. "Let's sit down shall we, would you like your glass of wine, I brought it in along with your food." I nodded, and thanked him as he handed me my glass recharged with the viognier. I took a sip and sat down one leg underneath me on the couch facing him, he sat back leaning against the back surveying me quietly, his arms resting on the back of the couch his glass resting comfortably in his hand. "That's better," he said softly, and I looked at him tilting my head sideways. Curious, he had complete control of the situation now, I was just waiting for his instructions, and I had no idea when I had handed over the reins to him, I just did. We just sat for a little bit, sipping the wine. He said nothing more, just watched me. I felt uncomfortable, in the silence, but didn't want to interrupt either. Just as I was at my peak of agitation, he smiled at me, raising his glass. "You really ought to do something to make up for your bad behavior you know." I looked at him puzzled, wondering what he had in mind. "Let's see," he looked at me with a twinkle in his eye again, "you could make me dinner, or I suppose I could spank you." My jaw dropped looking at him to see if he was serious. He just smiled, unreadable. "I am a lousy cook," I responded. He simply raised his glass and took a sip raising his eyebrows at me. "I, on the other hand can cook just fine," he replied, looking at me waiting for a response. I just looked at him, wondering if he could possibly be serious. After a few moments he simply looked at me and asked "Well?" "You can't seriously want to spank me?" I blurted out looking at him in wonder, but my pulse quickened belying the twinge of excitement I felt at the idea. "Oh, I think I might very much enjoy it, actually. I certainly think you deserve it." I blushed crimson, knowing full well I had acted like a spoiled child, he was right in that respect. "I can't believe you would want to spank a grown woman," I said incredulously. "Then you have obviously never had the pleasure of doing so, I see." And with that the tone change direction. I was now intrigued, he was serious, he wanted to spank me. I had heard a friend once say she enjoyed spanking, she was military and was humiliated when it got out that she did. I never understood why, but here was this man offering to spank me to let me make up for my rudeness and suddenly I was curious, but afraid of what I might be getting myself into. "You have to ask me to do it, and present yourself to me, or I won't believe you are actually sorry," he replied quite in earnest. I couldn't even believe I was considering this. I wasn't drunk, I'd only had two glasses of wine, what was possibly going through my head. I set my glass on the table before me and found myself walking to him, standing in front of him and looking at him. I couldn't make myself say it. I just looked at him for a long moment. "Perhaps if you kneel it would be easier to ask," he said looking directly into my eye, his voice soothing, calming, in control. I lowered myself to my knees now looking up to him sitting on the couch. "Would you spank me Sir?" as the words left my mouth I did not believe it, it was as though someone else had taken control of my body and was acting for me, I just sat there dumbfounded at my own words. "No, you don't really want it enough," he stiffened, and his face became very stern. "Please Sir, I do, I want to make up for my rudeness," I was looking into his eyes pleading. "Very well, remove your robe and lie over my knee, you will place your hands around my ankles and do not let go until I tell you to, if you bring a hand to protect you backside I will be very angry." I was in a daze, I stood up and slowly let the robe fall from my shoulders, standing there for the second time tonight naked before this stranger, about to bend over willingly on his lap and let him spank me, for all my being I could only believe I had gone insane, but I was doing just as he asked me to, of my own free will, and I wanted to do it for some reason. I stood beside his knee and bent over my stomach against his jeans, rough and warm against me, as I grasped his ankles I found the angle such that I would not be able to stand easily again, to hold the position I set my legs out behind me, my head hanging down, my hair falling around my face and to the carpet. He placed his left arm over my back pressing me into his lap and raised his right hand, I braced for the strike, stinging open-handed against both cheeks, I exhaled hard and my leg kicked up instinctively, then I placed it back down feeling his tension on my back. Again sharp and hard on just one cheek and then the other, then both again together. He continued, not in any pattern. I was never certain where the strike would land and I was beginning to cry out with each strike, I was grinding my hips against his lap as he struck and could feel the pressure against my pubic bone driving into his thigh with each strike, I was aroused by the intimate close attention, I could smell his scent with my head close against his legs. I could feel his strength holding me down, the muscles of his legs the impact of his strikes, I could never imagine how spankings could be erotic and yet here I was building to a near frenzy at the hands of a stranger. He stopped and then began to massage the hot sore marks on my ass. I moaned at the intensity of the pressure against the now hot tender skin. Oh god what had I done, what was this all leading to? "Very nice, Kaily, you deserved that, and I am very happy you have let me discipline you the way you needed to be disciplined. Now sit again on your knees as you were before." I complied and sat up then rested on my knees beside him. The blood rushing back from my head made me feel light-headed and my hair fell tussled in curls on my bare shoulders. My ass felt so hot against my shins as I sat and I noticed my thighs were wet. "Do you feel better now Kaily? Have you settled down some?" "Yes Sir, thank you," I lowered my head, realizing I did feel more settled now. The nervous energy that had my stomach all tied in knots was gone now. I relaxed and just enjoyed the warm feelings cursing through me. "I think we will get along just fine this week. Stand and refill my wine, you may retrieve and fill your glass as well. We will get some dinner in a little bit, you need to relax a little first." I stood up, wiped the tears from my cheeks and went to get the wine bottle I refilled his glass and my own and then sat again at his knee on the floor on my fallen robe. I didn't say anything, my mind was unsettled. My body felt relaxed, the tension that was there before was gone, but my mind was in conflict, why did I just let this man spank me? why was I waiting on him now? and after I sat again on the floor I realized it hadn't even occurred to me to sit beside him on the couch, or on the chair; I just felt like I belonged at his knee again. I didn't understand my own reaction, but they somehow felt natural, like that was what I should do. I took a sip of my wine and put my head on his knee, resting. I felt his hand, caress my hair pulling it back gently behind my ear. "That is much better, I'll make some dinner for us once you have rested a little. I closed my eyes and just let my mind go quiet, not trying to figure it out, just letting it be. I must have drifted off to sleep, because I awoke with a start as he shifted his leg. For a moment I was disoriented, I looked down and saw myself naked, I saw his jeans, I was dazed. His hand on my head, firm, calmed me down again. "I'm going to make dinner now, come sit at the table." I reached down to pick up the robe again. "You don't need that Kaily." I let it go and walked into the kitchen after him. He pulled the chair out and I sat down at the table. He set my glass before me along with the camembert and salami I had before. I took a nibble as he pulled shallots, lemon and butter from the fridge. There was a small bag of something, 2 eggs and some cream. He gathered some flour, spices and some bow tie pasta. He started a pan of water and a saucepan which he started with some wine and spices. He took the small bag to the sink and I realized it was scallops. I watched as he quickly made the scallops and then combining the other ingredients had a wonderful cream sauce to go over them in about the time it took to boil the pasta. He brought a shallow bowl plate to the table and set it before me, it smelled so delicious, but I hesitated waiting for him to sit and refill the wine glasses. He held his glass up to me, "To a new adventure." I smiled and exhaled, I lifted my glass and tapped his and took a sip. I took a bite of the pasta and scallops and just stopped mid-bite, it tasted so good, tender hot scallop and a delicate wine cream sauce that just caressed it perfectly. I couldn't believe he just threw this together. I finished my bite slowly savoring it. "How did you do that? It is delicious." "I said I could cook just fine, I do not tend toward exaggeration, like some. Now be quiet and eat your dinner." I blushed and too another bite, very much enjoying my dinner after all. The wine was delicious the pasta was firm but tender and the scallops just melted in my mouth. I closed my eyes and enjoyed every morsel, not thinking of anything, but the meal. As I finished my last bite, I opened my eyes. He was watching me, sipping his wine, a sort of half smirk on his face, enjoying my response to his meal I suppose. When he saw me open my eyes he pushed his dish towards me and his face became stern again, "Make yourself useful and clean up." I looked at him for a moment considering balking at this order, then thought better of it and lowered my eyes. I picked up the dishes and took them to the sink. I rinsed them off and put them into the dishwasher, then cleared the cooking pans and rinsed them as well stacking them in the dishwasher. I put the few ingredients that were still out away. When everything was away I wiped the counters and the table off and then looked back to him. He had been just watching me work, finishing off the last of the wine, smiling. I wasn't sure what to do next. He stood and walked over to me, I blushed but didn't move. He stood very close to me and my heart began to race. He kissed my forehead gently and nudged my chin up so I would look up at him. "You have had a stressful evening, go and get your bag and take it upstairs. I shuddered, wondering what he had in mind. He must have seen the fear in my eyes, He grabbed my hair and held my head in place looking at him, his face became stern again and he locked eyes with me, speaking very firmly, "You are safe. No one is going to harm you, get your bag and take it upstairs, just like I told you to." As he let go of my hair I began breathing again, and dropped my eyes to the floor. I stepped away to get my bag and started up the staircase with it. It was a little awkward on the spiral case, but I got it upstairs and set it on the small table. I sat down next to the table and I heard him coming up the stairs. He went to the bed and got a pillow, he had a sheet and a blanket in his arms. He placed the pillow on the floor and spread the sheet out on the thick fur carpet at the foot of the bed setting the blanket over it next to the pillow. "You will sleep here tonight. I'm going to take my shower now." He stepped away and went back down stairs. I crawled over to the sheet and pulled the blanket over me snuggling into the soft down pillow. I was sound asleep before he came back upstairs. To be continued in part 2... * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world contract HIV every year. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 79