Chapter 3: The Final Prickly Situation
The sun was already well above the horizon when a tearful Lisa flopped into the front seat of her mother's car. "Mom, he threw us out." She sniffed.
"Yes, he did." Dora admitted as she started the car.
She had to drive very slowly because the rising sun was still so low that it was right in her eyes, so she took the time to think about the situation. She quickly realised that she wasn't as upset as Lisa. In fact she felt that Dan's decision to send both of them home was something that she should have expected.
She couldn't help chuckling at her own feelings. The chuckle caused Lisa to stare at her in surprise.
"What's funny about being tossed out?" Lisa demanded.
"Well, I think he was very aroused so he was right, this probably hurts him as much as it does us." She smiled. "Most men would have had one or both of us in bed by now. Actually, I like the fact that he's sent us away as a punishment, it means he took our offer seriously and I'm almost sure that he's thinking about it on a more permanent basis than I initially expected."
"I don't understand?"
"Well, he's accepted the fact that we've offered ourselves to him, but at the same time he's making us accept his dominance. That's really important because I think it means he's not just thinking about either of us as a one night fling."
"Do you really think that he's thinking about both of us?"
"That's a question I can't answer. What would you feel like if he did?"
"I don't know." Lisa sighed."But, doesn't the idea that he might want to do it with both of us seem strange to you?"
"Yes and no." Dora sighed as she pulled up in front of the apartment building where they lived. "But right now, I'm so tired I can hardly think. I've been up for too long and I need sleep."
"Okay Mom. We can talk later." Lisa sniffed as they rode the elevator to their floor.
Dora grabbed a quick shower and both of them went to bed. While Dora was so exhausted from her night's work as well as their contretemps with Dan that she slept soundly, Lisa found that she hardly slept at all.
Finally Lisa simply gave up. She sat on the couch in the living room, staring at the screen of the muted television, worrying about the situation. That was where Dora found her when she had to get up to go to the bathroom. She sat beside Lisa and hugged her lightly.
"Can't you sleep?"
"Unh uh." Lisa sighed deeply. "Everything seems to be so screwed up, and I just don't know what to do. I was so stupid."
"Stealing the cactus was stupid. Getting yourself caught for it was stupid. Letting him know that you found him attractive wasn't stupid, even if it meant you felt you had to do a strip tease." Dora chuckled. "I wasn't exactly brilliant though. I should have helped you to decide on a way to let you finish seducing him."
"But Mom, you're the one who said that until I was eighteen . . ."
"Unh uh." Dora laughed and held up a hand to stop Lisa's protest. "You were already guilty of several other things; would it really have hurt to lie about four days? It's not as if anyone would have been injured by your sleeping with him."
"Then why did you have to offer to take my place like that? Was it really necessary?"
"Maybe not." She snorted softly. "At the time I felt it was though. For some reason I wanted to be completely honest about everything."
"But why?"
"First, I was obeying the law. Although it wouldn't have been a tragedy if you ignored it, I am responsible for your actions until you're eighteen. Secondly, he reminds me of both your father and your grandfather, but at the same time, he's different. Thirdly, he's a hunk and I'd like to make love with someone like that."
"So what are we going to do?" Lisa sighed. "Do you think we should both go to bed with him?"
"Well if we do, I hope he doesn't want us both in bed at the same time." Dora smiled wryly. "For now though, I think we need to go by his rules. You need to take a cactus back to him today and when you do, I'll get you to take along a note to let him know my work schedule, if you don't mind?"
"I can do that." Lisa smiled and snuggled.
"Thanks, there's a copy of it by the phone. Right now, we both need sleep."
"I don't think I can."
"Just give it a try." Dora suggested. "Go to bed and try to put your worries away for now. Try thinking pleasant thoughts, maybe you'll at least get some rest. If you're lucky, you'll fall asleep and have pleasant dreams."
So they went back to bed, but Lisa still couldn't sleep. Finally, she decided she just had to see Dan.
Dan was awakened by his doorbell. Pulling on his jeans and cursing under his breath at being disturbed, he groggily wove his way to his door. When he opened it, he was looking into Lisa's tearful face. She never said a word, instead she held out her hands and offered him the cactus she was carrying, now in the straggly bloom stage. He looked at it and frowned, then lifted his eyes to her.
"Oh, thanks." He grunted as he took it out of her hands, then began to turn to go back inside the house.
"Is that it?"
"Look. I couldn't get to sleep for a long time after you and your mom left. Now you've awakened me to return my cactus after the blooming period is almost done. I'm trying to be civil, but you aren't making me exceptionally happy."
"Oh." She whimpered. "I am sorry."
"Unh, yeah sure." He grunted again and once more started to turn.
"Oh, I have your towel too. I forgot it last night, because I had it around my hair."
By balancing the plant pot against his hip with one hand, he managed to take the towel from her with his other hand.
"I have a letter for you too. It's from Mom."
"I don't want a letter." He mumbled. "I'll call on the phone, later."
"The letter is just Mom's work schedule."
"And why do I need that?"
"She thought you might want to talk to her, so she thought you should know when she was going to be at home." Lisa whispered.
"Oh."
As he tried to shift the towel so he could take the envelope from her, but both the towel and the pot slipped from his grip. Although the porcelain pot landed on the towel, it still shattered into hundreds of pieces. He sighed deeply, then turned to regard Lisa again.
"I think you should leave now." He managed to hold his annoyance at bay. "Please bring all the other plants back later in the day, after four in the afternoon. That way I can try to get some more sleep today and be guaranteed that you won't wake me tomorrow."
"But, that wasn't my fault." She began to cry and started to bend down as if to pick up the bits and pieces.
"Don't . . .touch . . . that!" He growled. "Just leave. Now!"
He turned on his heel and tossed the letter onto a chair as he went inside to get a broom, and a dustpan. By the time he came back to clean up the mess, Lisa was slowly walking away and he could see she was sobbing as she walked. Suddenly he was angry with himself for losing his temper. There was no way that she could have known that of all the plants he had, that one had a very special meaning to him, but he knew there wasn't much he could do about it now. With a deep sigh, he proceeded to clean up, keeping the cactus itself separate from the soil and the pot shards.
He couldn't force himself to simply throw the cactus away even though it was damaged. It wasn't that it was a rare specimen or anything of that sort; instead it had been a gift from a friend who had been dying of cancer. For sentimental reasons, he decided to try to salvage it so he spent almost an hour repotting it in hopes that it would survive.
When that was done, he finally found his way back to his bed. Once more he didn't sleep well, but at four in the afternoon he was sitting in his kitchen, sipping a coffee when the doorbell rang.
"Hi." Dora said as he opened the door. "Lisa is really upset, you know, and it doesn't seem to me that she's at fault, at least not this time."
"She isn't, I suppose." Dan sighed, then he frowned. "Wait a minute, what are you doing here? I thought I said I wanted to be left alone."
"You did. I didn't believe you though." She smiled. "Now I'm certain of it because the way you look, you didn't sleep any more than Lisa did. Both of you are frustrated as the dickens."
"Hmmph." Dan grunted, not daring to say anything else.
"I could give you a prescription for a sleeping potion if you'd like?"
"What would that be? That you and I go to bed?"
"Well, that would probably work. Only I need to go to work soon, so that idea isn't too good." She shook her head. "I was going to suggest that you might call Lisa and have her return another cactus today. I could drop by and give her a ride home after I get off work. Of course that wouldn't be until around one in the morning."
"Wait a minute, are you suggesting that I forget about the punishment altogether."
"Oh no, I agree that both of us need to be punished. However after what Lisa has been through today, I'd say she's had a good start on punishment now. It might be time to give her a little bit of a reward instead." She smiled. "Surely you've heard of using both the carrot and the stick to make a stubborn donkey work."
"Wait a minute, last night you were talking about being responsible for Lisa until she was eighteen. Have you given up on that?"
"No. I'm still responsible for her transgressions until Monday." She took a deep breath. "However if she wanted to fudge her birthday by a day or two and I wasn't told about it until afterward, I can't see that it's anyone else's business. If that did happen, you could punish me for that too."
"What do you mean?" Dan frowned.
"Oh come now! Just think about it." She smiled, then turned on her heel and walked to her car.
Dan just stared after her in astonishment.
"I'll see you around one in the morning." She called over her shoulder as she got into her car and drove away.
When the phone rang, Lisa was lying on the couch, her face still streaked with tears. She really didn't feel like talking, but thinking that it was probably her Mom and that she might have forgotten something, she grabbed the receiver.
"Hello." She sniffed.
"Hello Lisa. It's Dan." She heard his voice and even listening over the telephone, she could feel herself reacting. "I was pretty hard on you earlier and I phoned to say that the broken pot wasn't really your fault. I'm sorry that I got angry with you."
"Oh. Thanks." She didn't know what else to say, but just hearing him apologise for being a jerk meant a lot to her.
"I was thinking that if you're not doing anything, you could bring back another cactus and we could at least talk for a bit."
"Unh, okay." Lisa was suddenly flustered. "But I'm a mess, I need to clean up first."
"That's okay. I'm not going anywhere." He said softly.
"If I come by in an hour, is that okay?"
"That's fine. I'll see you then."
After she had hung up the phone, Lisa was suddenly bouncing around the apartment in a flurry of activity. She had to shower and do so many things, but she only had an hour and she knew it would take fifteen minutes to walk to his house carrying a plant.
With her heart in her mouth, she raced through her preparations. Then she couldn't decide what to wear. She changed clothing twice and still wasn't satisfied. Finally she grabbed a thin summer dress that she knew looked great on her, The only problem was that it clung to her shape so well that it showed her bra and panty lines; even a tiny thong showed lines that she didn't like. Well, that was a repairable problem.
When she rang the door at Dan's house, her heart was in her throat, yet the expression on his face as he looked at her certainly did a lot to relax her. The rapid swelling in his shorts did a lot for her ego too. It gave her back the confidence to demand that she be the one to carry the plant through the house and return it to his back deck.
When he walked to the sliding doors and then paused there, she made a decision that would affect the rest of her life. Standing with her feet slightly apart, she bent from the waist to slowly and carefully place the plant in position. Her face flushed slightly as she realised that her short skirt was riding up her hips and she hoped he couldn't see that she was dripping wet. Suddenly deciding that it might be okay if he did see the evidence of her feelings, she paused in that position long enough to adjust the plant so the best side faced the sliding doors. She thought the improvement in the effect of the display would be worth it, even though it meant she had to shift her feet slightly further apart and bend forward even more.
She stood slowly, then turned to face him. The look on his face and the way he held the sliding door in a grip that whitened his knuckles brought a satisfied smile to her face that she couldn't hide.
"There, it's safely on your deck." She let her voice drop to little more than a whisper. "Now, I think you said that you wanted to talk?"
"Umm. Yeah, I did." He answered almost as quietly, then sighed softly. "I think we need to sit down and discuss things."
Back inside, she sat down on a kitchen chair so she could face him.
"Have you decided what my punishment for being childish and stealing your plants so I could meet you will be?" She slowly spread her knees to give him a flash.
"No, not really." He sighed, having belatedly realised that she was doing her best to try to seduce him. "I think you should sit in a more ladylike position now though, or the punishment might have to be worse because you've been teasing me."
"But, I'm not teasing." Lisa grinned slyly. "Anything you can see, you're welcome to have, so it's not a tease, it's a promise."
"You little bitch." He growled. "When you were little someone should have turned you over their knee and paddled your bare ass to teach you respect. I'd do it now, but you'd probably scream rape."
"I wouldn't give you the satisfaction of screaming rape." She suddenly started to get to her feet as if she was going to leave. "What kind of man would beat a woman to . . ."
She never got a chance to say anything more. Suddenly she was being grabbed, twisted, slammed down over his lap.
"So, you don't think I'd paddle your little ass, huh?" He growled as he flipped her skirt up out of the way and exposed her round bottom. "You deserve a spanking for being a little bitch."
He couldn't seem to stop his hand from caressing one lower cheek for a second, then his voice demanded. "Are you going to be good?"
"If you paddle me, I'm going to . . ."
He swatted her once.
" Fuck you !" She screamed and she squirmed in his lap, intentionally rubbing her arm against his hard cock.
What Dan didn't realise was that she had been paddled many times and she knew that when her Daddy had paddled her, she'd gotten turned on. In fact she'd learned to love being paddled once her body had begun to develop because after her father paddled her, he had often lifted her up and settled her sopping wet pussy onto his hard cock. Although she knew it was wrong for her and her daddy to be together, it had felt so good. In her mind paddling was still a prelude to sex.
She jerked as Dan's huge hand swatted her once and as she jerked, she gritted her teeth to stop herself from making a noise. His hand rose and fell, but at the same time, she moved her arm, pressing, rubbing, teasing his erection. Her butt was on fire and each slap of his hand felt like it was trying to drive her pelvis through his muscular thigh. It hurt but at the same time, it felt like the burning sensation was shifting, moving to her sex. She could feel the moisture of her arousal and even hear the difference as his hand became wet when she lifted her butt to meet each stroke.
Suddenly he stopped.
"Oh shit . . . Oh Lisa, I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me." He moaned as he leaned back, his hands dropping to his sides.
She scrambled to her feet, spun to face him. Before he'd even realised what she was doing, she'd straddled his legs, ripped his zipper down and dug his hard cock from his shorts. Before he could protest, she'd moved forward until her body was pressed against his chest, her eyes staring into his.
"I warned you." She growled as her hand shifted between their bodies, aiming his erection.
Then she dropped her weight and he was forced inside her. Deep inside her. She slammed downward, lifted, slammed down again. Each downward motion matched a single word as she screamed at him. " I . . . Said . . . If . . . You . . . Paddled . . . Me . . . I'd . . . Fuck . . . You!"
Suddenly her eyes and mouth opened wide. She ground herself downward and he felt her body spasm while her face twisted into a mask of ecstasy. She threw her head back and her breath left her body in a silent scream of release. Then she seemed to go limp. He had to catch her or he was sure she would have fallen backward to the floor.
Even though it seemed that the rest of her was almost comatose, her pussy was still pulsing, still milking his hardness. Pure animal desire drove his body to hold her to him, to lift her and lay her back on the kitchen table, to begin to heave and withdraw while pinning her body to the table with his hands. She awoke to his heaving thrusts and her body fought to make each stroke stronger, deeper, harder. Her hands clawed at his arms, her legs lifting and encircling him.
Pure animal lust drove them both and nothing else seemed to matter. Their mutual desire fired their movements, drove their passions. His hands lifted to her breasts and he mauled them, making her mew like a kitten as their hips slapped, then parted. They were bouncing the heavy wooden table as they each drove to satisfy a passion that had taken over their rational minds. Once more her body was climbing toward a peak of emotion as her breathing became more and more erratic and her movements more demanding. Then his strokes shortened and he was driving his pelvis against her so hard it felt like she was going to be split in two.
His grunts of satisfaction, seemed to trigger her final climax and once more she mouthed a silent scream before her body went limp. His surging motion slowed, then stopped. He collapsed on top of her, pressing onto her panting body as he gasped for air himself. After a moment he felt her struggling under him and he managed to pull away, flopping back onto a chair.
His eyes were drawn upward, then along the length of her inner thighs. He stared at the inflamed fleshy lips as they drooled a milky liquid which slowly oozed down the smooth cheeks of her reddened bottom.
"Oh shit." He gasped.
"Wha's wrong?" Lisa managed to lift her head and stare at him between the flattened cones of her breasts.
"No condom."
"No diaphragm . . . either." She grunted.
"Pills?"
"Unh uh."
"Oh shit."
"Stop it." She snorted.
She managed to sit up, her hands gripping the edge of the table to steady herself. Then her head seemed to loll forward for a moment and her gaze took in the matted hair and dribbling liquid.
"Oh shit." She giggled.
He simply stared at her, wondering how she could find the idea funny. She grinned again as she managed to get to her feet and stumble over to him, flopping onto his lap.
"Sorry I raped you." She murmured as she snuggled close.
"But I . . ."
"Shut up." Her lips found his.
"You're too young." He growled when he could talk again.
"Your prick didn't think so." She chuckled, then kissed him again.
Some time later they found the energy to stagger into the bathroom to strip off their clothes and clean up. After that they moved to the bedroom, and slipped into the bed. Dan gave up arguing because each time he did, she'd silence him with a kiss. Since neither of them had slept much the night before, they simply wrapped each other in their arms and finally they fell asleep.
When Dora drove up to Dan's house at nearly two o'clock in the morning, all the windows were dark and she hesitated for a moment before she walked up to his front door to ring the bell. There was no answer for a moment, then the light behind the drapes in the room on the left side of the entrance came on.
"Oh shit." She sighed. "I'll bet he was asleep."
Rather than leave, she decided to wait and see if Lisa was here. If not, she'd simply have to apologise for the fact that she had woken him. For an instant, she wondered if he'd be really angry, then she decided it didn't matter. After all, she'd warned him she was coming by. She heard him turn the lock, then the door opened. All he was wearing was a pair of boxer shorts and she felt an instant surge of desire at the sight of his muscular build.
"Oh, hi." He murmured. "I forgot. You did say you were coming by, but I thought you said one. I was in bed."
"Oh, I am sorry." Dora apologised. "I wasn't thinking straight, when I saw all your lights were out, I should have just gone home. I'm just so tired that I wasn't thinking straight. I had to work overtime and . . ."
"It's okay." He sighed. "Did you want to come in and talk or something?"
"Yeah, I'd love to come in for 'something,' but I'm not sure if you mean what I do." She couldn't help but chuckle.
"Oh." He groaned. "Look, Dora, I've already had an argument earlier with your daughter about the two of you. I told her flat out that she was simply too young to be involved with someone like me."
"And I suppose you're going to tell me that I'm too old for you?"
"No, because I don't know how old you are." He sighed deeply.
"Well, her daddy liked his women to be young. I wasn't quite fourteen when Lisa was born. I should have remembered that as she got into her teen years because it would have saved everyone a lot of heartache."
Suddenly she was crying.
"Damn, I'm sorry. I seem to have a talent for making the two of you cry." Dan apologised.
"It's not your fault." Dora sniffed. "Not concerning me anyway. I was just thinking how much nicer you are than he was."
"I'm sorry I reminded you of him though." He reached out and wrapped her in his arms. "Would you like a cup of tea?"
"Ummp um." She mumbled, snuggling close and enjoying the feel of his strong arms. "Just hold me."
Somehow it seemed to Dan that he was suddenly on the couch and she was in his lap, kissing him. Her white uniform was open and his hands were on her breasts. Meanwhile her hand was gently stroking his rock solid erection.
"Oh Dora, no." He managed to break his lips from hers and shift his hands to her ribs, pressing her away. "Lisa is . . ."
". . . too young. I know you told me, but I'm not." Her lips stopped further protests until his libido took over and she no longer needed to argue.
Soon they were on the floor and both of them were naked. Then she was above him and taking control as his hard cock was once more slipped into a wet pussy that milked and massaged him. That night, Dan found that she was unstoppable, just as her daughter had been.
The difference was that Dora took things slowly, teasing him, tantalising him until he was ready to come, then easing off, holding him back. Over and over she brought both herself and Dan to the edge, then backed off. Finally as the sun began to lighten the sky through Dan's living room window, she allowed both of them to climax.
It felt to Dan as if his whole body was trying to surge through his dick and take up residence inside her wonderful body. He could almost swear that his toes curled and his brain shrank, he came so hard. Afterward, she collapsed on top of him in the middle of the living room floor. He simply held her, enjoying the feel of her wonderful body as it covered his.
Several minutes later, she lifted her head and looked down at him with a smile.
"My butt is getting cold, do you suppose I could ask if I could spend the rest of the night in your bed?"
"Umm, you could ask, but . . ."
"But, what?" Her face twitched into a slight frown.
"Well, you see . . ."
"What he's trying to get up the nerve to tell you is that it might be a bit crowded." Lisa giggled from a seat across the room where she had been watching. "You see, I was sleeping in with him when you came to the door."
"But he said he told you that you were too young." Dora protested as she sat up, but still straddled Dan's body so he couldn't move.
"Oh he did, but that was after I practically raped him."
"What?"
"Well, do you remember all those sessions with the shrink to cure me of the idea that sex and paddling were interconnected?"
"Yes."
"Well, they didn't work." Lisa grinned. "I egged him into paddling my butt, then before he knew what was happening, I jumped him."
"Ohmigod." Dora broke into laughter. "And I was just as hard on him."
"Oh come on, Mom. You've been at it for almost an hour. I thought you were going to wear it off." Lisa giggled.
"She was no harder on me than you were." Dan broke into the conversation.
"Yeah, but I'll bet Mom at least remembered her diaphragm." Lisa sighed.
"Oh shit." Dan sighed once more as he looked up at Dora's face.
"Oops." Dora blushed.
"Oh no, not you too." Lisa groaned. "What a mess, between Dan and Daddy and those fucking cactus plants."
"What?" Dan frowned at her.
"Well, if you didn't look like Daddy and if you didn't have fucking cactus plants that reminded me of being with Daddy, then if you hadn't paddled my bottom, maybe this all wouldn't have happened. Now Mom and I might both be pregnant."
Dora looked serious for a moment, then she chuckled.
You know, Lisa, you're right, but don't blame your father or Dan. Between you swiping the cactus plants, then you and I wanting Dan's big prick, it seems we've gotten ourselves into a rather prickly situation.
Both Dan and Lisa quietly groaned.