A New Beginning

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Chapter Four: The Weekend Begins

Roy Green’s mom called out to him, when he squeezed through the back door, “I fixed you a little snack son. It’s in the oven.”

“Thanks mom. Hey mom, guess what?”

“What son?”

“I have a girlfriend.”

“You be careful now Roy. Most of the girls today aren’t very nice. That girl might try to take advantage of you.”

“Nah, this girl’s nice. Her name’s Jamie. She let me play with her tits and eat her pussy.”

“That’s fine son. Well, don’t let your snack get cold.”

About fifteen minutes later, grease was dribbling down Roy Green’s chin, as he gnawed on the carcass of the whole baked chicken he’d just polished off. Working at McDonalds always gave Roy an appetite. Hell, the crap he ate while he was working there was almost worse than useless. It wasn’t real food and besides, it wasn’t good for you. Roy wondered if there was any of that pot roast left. He was just opening the fridge, when he stopped himself. Now that he had a girlfriend, he thought he should really start watching his weight. He figured that he looked fine now, but eventually, those extra pounds would start to show and Jamie might not like that. Better go for something light. He opened the freezer and hauled out a tub of ice cream.

About ten minutes later, Roy was scraping the bottom of the ice cream container. Damn, that couldn’t have been a half gallon. It didn’t last at all. Roy checked the side of the container. It said it was a half gallon. Briers should be sued for false advertising. That couldn’t have been a half gallon. Well, since he got gypped on the ice cream, Roy figured he deserved that pot roast after all. When he finished the pot roast, Roy made a half dozen peanut butter and jelly sandwiches to take up to his room, just in case he felt a little hungry during the night. He was leaving the kitchen, when he remembered he’d need something to wash that peanut butter down. He grabbed a gallon of milk from the fridge, stuck it under his arm and lumbered up the stairs to his room.

Roy had a big appetite for something else and now, it was time to satisfy it. He stacked the sandwiches on one side of his computer desk, sat the milk on the other side and logged onto his favorite internet porn site. As Roy scanned through the latest updates to the hard-core picture galleries, he imagined doing all those things with Jamie. Now that Roy knew she was hot for him, he figured he’d fuck her every way there was to be fucked. Roy thought it wouldn’t be long before she’d be begging him for it. Too bad Jamie wasn’t here right now. Well, for now, imagination would have to do. Roy unzipped his fly and started fishing around for his cock. Where was that damned thing? It had to be down there somewhere. He could feel it getting hard.

For three days, I had expected Jamie to stop by again, but I’d been disappointed. Thank God for that evening with Melissa. We’d wound up in bed together and it had been very good. However, that was a fading memory now. I must have glanced out the upstairs window a thousand times, but Jamie hadn’t given an encore performance. The Cooper’s patio remained deserted.

Early Wednesday afternoon, I got a call from Melissa. She said, “Hal I was wondering if you could do me a big favor.”

“I suppose, what is it?”

“I have to go out of town to a sales conference this weekend. I was wondering if Ariel could stay with you.”

“Sure, I don’t have any plans. I could use the company.”

“I have to be honest Hal. I don’t know what kind of company she’ll be. She wanted to stay home alone and she’s more than a little pissed because I wouldn’t let her. You know how teenage girls can be. It’s an awkward stage and Ariel is a hand full. She can be a first class little bitch, if she doesn’t get her way.”

“Like mother, like daughter huh, I think I know the type.”

Melissa chuckled and said, “I suppose you do. Well, if Ariel gives you too much trouble, I figure you know how to deal with it.”

Thursday afternoon Ariel Hardy and Rich Wirtz were sitting in the back seat of his very old and very beat up Chevy Cavalier. The car was parked in a secluded spot in a little park just off Madison Avenue. Rich was another shining example of Bentleyville’s young male population. He was eighteen and still in the tenth grade. It wasn’t likely he’d ever graduate from high school. He’d probably just retire early. There was no incentive to stay. You couldn’t collect a pension for going to high school for twenty years and he’d still be too young to collect social security. Rich had a few things going for him. He was good-looking, he had a car and because he was older, it was easy for him to impress the tenth grade girls.

Ariel was impressed. She’d been trying to get Rich to notice her for a long time. When she heard that her mom had to go to a real estate sales conference this weekend, she decided it would be her big chance to make a play for Rich. The next day she saw him leaning up against his car in the student parking lot. She asked him to come over, telling him that they’d have the house all to themselves. It never crossed Ariel’s mind that her mom could be such a bitch. She’d said that there was no way in hell she was letting Ariel stay home alone for the weekend. Ariel tried everything from pleading to raising holy hell, but it was all in vain. Now she was miserable. She didn’t know how she was going to tell Rich to forget the plans for the weekend. He would be pissed for sure.

Rich was saying, “Call me as soon as your old lady leaves. I’ll be right over and we’ll party all weekend. I invited some friends to come over too. We’ll scrape some money together and get a couple of kegs. It’s going to be a great time. I’m looking forward to it. I’ve been looking forward to something else too. Get that top off. Let’s see your cute little tits.” When Ariel just sat there staring straight ahead, Rich asked impatiently, “Come on baby, what the fuck’s wrong? You look like your dog died.”

“Rich, you can’t come over. My mom is being a bitch. She’s making me stay at my uncle’s house this weekend.”

“What the fuck! You God damned little cunt! Now I’m going to look like a fucking jerk! I’ll have to tell everyone the party’s off because my girlfriend’s mommy lined up a baby sitter for her! Get the fuck out of my car right now! I don’t have any more time to waste on you! Don’t fucking bother me again until you grow up!” In a few moments, Ariel stood by the road, watching Rich’s car careen wildly out of the park.

Friday evening Melissa showed up with Ariel in tow. Ariel closely resembled her mother as a teenager. She had the same dark auburn hair and attractive face. Her figure wasn’t quite as well developed as her mother’s had been. Her tits and ass were definitely on a smaller scale, but they were still very nice. From the dark scowl on Ariel’s face, it was easy to tell she wasn’t happy with the situation. She came into the living room, plopped down on the couch and refused to say a word. When her mother left, she wouldn’t even say goodbye.

After Melissa left, I said cheerfully, “It looks like it’s just you and me kid.”

Ariel mumbled sulkily, “I’m not a kid.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re not, sorry about that. Well, I was just going to start fixing some dinner. Would you like to come out into the kitchen and keep me company?”

“Not really.”

“OK, what would you like to do?”

“I want to go home.”

“Now you know you can’t do that Ariel. So what else would you like to do?”


“OK kid, suit yourself.”

“Damn it, I’m not a kid.”

“Then quit acting like one and get your little ass out into the kitchen. You can fix the salad, while I marinade the steaks.”

Ariel followed me into the kitchen and I handed her the salad bowl. I said, “The veggies are in the fridge.”

Ariel banged th
e salad bowl down onto the counter so hard, I was surprised that it didn’t break. She yanked open the refrigerator, got the vegetables out, slammed th
e door and dumped the vegetables down onto the counter. Half the stuff ended up on the floor. She didn’t bother to pick up anything. She kicked the food aside, went to the island and got a knife from the rack. On the way back to the sink, she walked over the vegetables she’d dumped on the floor. I’d remained silent throughout this entire demonstration, but now I yelled, “Ariel pick that food up and quit acting like a spoiled brat. I’m not going to put up with this all weekend.”

Ariel turned away from the sink and said, “Fuck you Hal! You can’t tell me what to do!”

I calmly said, “It’s Uncle Hal, Ariel.”

“OK, fuck you Uncle Hal!”

I’d expected this response, but in fairness, I figured I had to give Ariel one more chance. As I expected, she blew it. I kicked a chair out from the table and stepped over to the sink. I grabbed Ariel by the waist and pulled her over to the chair with me. I sat in the chair and pulled her around in front of me. She yelled, “What in the hell do you think you’re doing?”

I said, “You’re going to find out soon little girl.”

I spied the spatula lying on the stove and decided I could put it to good use. Keeping my grip on Ariel, I stood up, leaned over and grabbed it. I sat in the chair again and dropped the spatula onto the table. Now I think Ariel was beginning to get an inkling of what I had in mind. She tried to pull away from me screaming, “Let me go you fucker!”

“Like hell I will!” I retorted. “I’m going to spank your little ass! You’ve been begging for it and now you’re going to get it.”

There was a struggle now. Ariel was screaming and fighting every step of the way, but she was no match for me. Soon, I had her jeans and panties pulled down to her knees and hauled her across my lap. She was still kicking her legs and struggling, when I brought the spatula down into the center of her little ass for the first time. That first swat must have been like an electric shock. Ariel’s body stiffened and she screamed like a banshee. This didn’t affect me in the least. I set to work with a will, cracking the spatula down onto her bare butt. SWISH CRACK, SWISH CRACK, SWISH CRACK. Soon Ariel was sobbing and kicking her legs again, as her little butt cheeks began to turn bright red. To finish off, I landed a few sharp swats to the backs of her thighs and this elicited some more sharp squeals. I tossed the spatula onto the table and hoisted Ariel up. I picked her up into my arms and carried her up the stairs. She was kicking her legs and screaming all the way. I carried her into the spare bedroom and dumped her onto the bed. Then I said, “Now you stay here until I say you can come out!” I left the room and closed the door.

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