I woke up thinking about what I saw the previous night through Red’s window.  Mostly, I thought about how it made me feel.  Before I even left the bed, I had my fingers in my panties, pleasuring myself with the mental image of his enormous cock erupting with bliss.  I had dated a few guys, but it never went further than a make out session with light groping.  The light groping was entirely on their end.  There was something about watching such a dirty act in person that made it way more intense than seeing it in a porn video—not that I made a habit of watching that sort of thing.  Sex wasn’t something I thought about often.  I felt like I got enough of it vicariously through Hannah to have a pretty good idea what it was like without experiencing it firsthand.

God, I need to get off this mountain and get back home where this kind of stuff doesn’t happen to me.

I didn’t know why I asked Red for breakfast.  My excuse was lame.  He was so hot that I just wanted to be near him, even if we weren’t going to share anything more than a meal.  I had powered through an entire day of school without coffee and I didn’t really even like it.  It was normally nothing more than a late afternoon pick-me-up with enough sugar to clog my veins.  I knew without a shadow of a doubt that he was well aware it was me that dropped the broken wine glass he stepped on.  I also knew that he had to know what I saw.  As I sat there listening to him talk about it and dance around his words, I felt my temper beginning to take hold.  I lost it enough as a child to figure out when a flare up was coming.

If he’s just going to play games, then I guess I’ll have to be man enough to hit it head on with a hammer.

I didn’t expect what happened next.  I was fully prepared to walk out of his cabin and never think about him or his awful resort ever again when I stood up from the table.  A few seconds later, one of his big powerful hands was dragging me across his knee and the other was making my ass sting.  It was shock, more than anything else, that kept me from screaming.  He was an animal—and so incredibly hot.  I had never been spanked before, but when I felt myself unable to break from his grasp, my pussy started getting wet again the way it did the night before—the way it did earlier that morning when I thought about what I saw when he was in his bed alone.

“Well?  Are you going to speak up or do I have to keep spanking you?”  His hand came down several times on my jeans.

“I saw it all!”  I punched his massive legs with my fists, which didn’t seem to even dent his muscles.

“And you liked it, didn’t you?”  Several more smacks followed his words.

“Fine, yes—I liked it!”  I gritted my teeth and felt the sting getting worse.

“That’s what I thought.”  He slapped my ass a little harder.  “You left that broken wine glass out there after you knew I heard it break—didn’t you?”

“Ouch!  I didn’t know you would come outside and step on it!”  I kicked my feet when I felt his hand again.

“That wasn’t what I asked.”  He gave me several smacks that were even harder.

“Ow!  Yes, I figured you heard it when I looked up and saw you were gone.”  I fought, even though it was clearly a losing fight, against his grasp.

“That’s what I thought.  Unbutton your jeans.”  His hand stopped moving and instead just rested on my ass.

“What in the world for?”  I looked over my shoulder at him.

“Maybe I just want to see what color your panties are.”  He raised his hand and brought it down hard.  “Before they come down and you get the spanking you deserve.”

“No!  Absolutely not!  You’re doing just fine with them firmly around my waist!”  I glared at him and clenched my jaw.

“I’ll make a deal with you, and you should cherish this deal, because I don’t normally negotiate with people that have nothing to bargain with.”  He let his hand rest on my ass again.  “Unbutton your jeans, and I’ll pull them down, along with your panties.  If your panties are dry, I’ll know you’re not into this and you can leave.”

“What’s the other side of this deal?”  I continued glaring at him.

“If they’re wet—well then.”  He smirked.  “I’ll spank you until your ass is as red as your hair.”

“What!?  No!”  I started struggling again.

“They must be wet then.”  He chuckled and gave me another smack.  “Why don’t you pull them down and show me how badly you want me to take you in the other room and do dirty, filthy things to your gorgeous body.”

Did he just call me gorgeous—now of all times!?

“Let me go!”  I yanked against his grip.

“I can do this all day.”  He brought his hand down with a scorching smack.  “Until those panties come down and you get the spanking we both know you deserve.”

He didn’t release his grip.  Part of me was glad he didn’t.  I was wrestling with something inside that I hadn’t felt before in my entire life.  The situation was like one Hannah would end up in, not me.  I could easily picture her reciting the tale of her taking a walk and stumbling across some hot guy masturbating.  The only difference was that it probably wouldn’t end with her running away as fast as possible.  Red was nothing more than an insufferable caveman, even if he did have a muscled, drop-dead-amazing, body—one that I was pressed against while he continued to spank me as if it wasn’t causing me any discomfort at all.

“Okay!”  I squealed and nodded my head.  “I’ll unbutton my jeans—but you don’t have to check my panties.  You already know what state they’re in.”

I leaned up and pushed the button through the hole.  I thought he might release the grip and give me one shot at escape before he pulled my jeans down, but that wasn’t the case.  He grabbed the back of them and forced the zipper to come apart on its own as he brought them down around my knees.  A second later, my panties were there as well.  I looked over my shoulder and saw that my ass was pink—with darker hues around the middle.  Right as he raised his hand and I prepared for the worst, I heard a car door slam.

“It looks like Charlie is here.”  He lowered his hand.  “He literally just saved your ass—for a little bit.”

Praise Charlie—whoever the hell Charlie is.

“You wait right here and I’ll go let him know he has the day off.”  Red released his grip and lifted my back to my toes before standing up.  “You and I need to get know each other better.”

I tried to rub the sting out of my ass the second he closed the cabin door and walked outside.  It was my opportunity to run.  Whoever Charlie was, I doubted he would just ignore someone running across the resort and trying to escape.  There was no way Red would be able to explain that one.  Even as I considered that option, I found that my feet didn’t want to move.  My mind flashed back to Red on his bed, his lust erupting from his cock, and I couldn’t get it out of my head.  If I didn’t run, Red was going to spank me when he got back.  If his big, calloused hands felt like fire on my jeans, I couldn’t imagine what they do when they punished my unprotected flesh.

This doesn’t have to be a Hannah story.  You don’t even have to tell Hannah—you don’t have to tell anyone what happens on this trip.

My pussy was burning up with desire.  Without my panties around my waist to stop my wetness from spreading, I could feel it on my labia, trying to drip down to my inner thighs.  I walked to the window and watched Red talk with the guy he called Charlie.  Charlie appeared to be a lot older than Red and had a big white beard covering his face.  He kind of looked like Santa Claus—Santa Claus in dirty overalls and driving a pick-up truck shaped sleigh.  The redneck mountain version of Saint Nicholas shook Red’s hand and then climbed back into his truck.  With a dash away, dash away roar of his engine, he put the truck in reverse, turned it around, and disappeared down the mountain.  My chance to run was gone, because Red was already walking back my way.  My internal struggle might have been strong, but my ass was never going to forgive me.