By the time Martin, Claudia, and Mia got back from fishing, Rori had telephoned everyone else in the family and invited them for dinner. Jordan spent a half-hour attempting to coax Angel that they should both go.

“I don’t want to go,” Angel complained.

Jordan was puzzled by her hesitation. He knew the more she was around her family the more comfortable she would be. “We’re going,” Jordan sighed.

“Let’s just go to your house instead where we can be alone, just the two of us,” Angel complained. She simply wasn’t in the mood to see her family. It had been a rough road for her and she wasn’t in the mood to mingle with her family and try to achieve the acceptance she yearned for.

They were finished with their work for the day and Jordan’s office was empty except for the two of them. Jordan was wearing his work attire and Angel was dressed up in a skirt and blouse. Neither of them was dressed for a casual dinner party, but it would take too long to go home and change clothes.

“I swear,” Jordan said, “All that Pirelli blood coursing through your veins really shows sometimes.”

“Fuck you!” Angel spat.

Jordan didn’t like it when she talked to him like that and he was tired of arguing. He walked over and grabbed her by the arm and yanked her into his private office where he sat down on the sofa and pulled her over his knee. He quickly lifted her skirt and yanked down her panties, “I don’t think ‘fuck you’ is an appropriate response, now stop being so damn stubborn.” He began to spank her bare bottom with his hand.

“No,” She squealed. “Ouch!” She wiggled and squirmed as he held her firmly over his knee and slapped her bare bottom good and hard. His hand stung and if Angel wasn’t in the mood for a dinner party she definitely wasn’t in the mood to be punished.

Angel wondered if part of the reason he was spanking her so hard was because she refused to marry him, but whatever the reason, he was smacking her harder than usual and she wanted him to stop, “I’m sorry,” she finally said, hoping her apology would stop him.

“Not as sorry as you’re going to be by the time I’m finished with you,” he said as he continued smacking her with all the force he could muster. Her bottom was turning a bright red and was also quite welted.

“Owwww,” She became annoyed when he wouldn’t stop. In her mind she had endured enough for merely saying “fuck you.” She pushed and pulled against him trying to break free as he continued pinning her over his knee and spanking her. Finally she realized it was useless to fight and she stopped struggling. Tears began to form in the corner of her eyes from the pain and humiliation.

“I don’t understand why we just spent a half-hour arguing about going to dinner with your family and then you just said ‘fuck you’ to me.” Jordan said.

“Dammit Jordan,” she protested, “Stop it!”

“Still swearing,” He smirked, “Well just go ahead and keep it up.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” She squealed, but he still wouldn’t stop spanking her. The problem was that despite the pain, she was becoming very aroused from the spanking and her clit was swollen and hard and she was dripping wet between her thighs. She wanted him to stop assaulting her and fuck her. She began to rub her clit against his leg in an attempt to get relief. She wanted to climax in the worst way, particularly after all the pain he was inflicting on her bottom. But Jordan was having none of that. “Stop it,” he warned.

But her drive wouldn’t go away and she continued to rub herself against his leg. “You’re not listening to me,” he said sternly.

“No more spanking me,” she pleaded, “Can’t we fuck now?”

“Does this mean you agree to go to the party and stop saying ‘fuck you’ to me?” He asked.

“Yes, yes.”

Jordan was also very aroused and he could very easily fuck her, but instead he wanted to make her wait; he wasn’t exactly sure why. He pulled her up and held her wrists, “I’m going to fuck you when we get home from the party, but I want you to wait until after then,” he said with mischief in his eyes, “So you better enjoy the party because you’re not getting your reward until I get you home after the party.”

“What? No,” Angel stomped her feet in protest and reached down to rub her swollen clit. All she wanted was to ease her sexual frustration, but Jordan quickly stopped her from touching herself. “I mean it.”

She twisted in agony, “It’s not fair.” She wanted to feel his dick inside of her thrusting in and out of her, creating intense pleasure. Since he wouldn’t allow her to rub her clit, she reached back and began to rub her bottom instead.

“Angel,” Jordan warned, grabbing her wrists so she couldn’t rub her bottom. He was so turned on from spanking her that he thought he might burst through the seams of his pants, “If you keep protesting and whining I’ll take off my belt and give you a little more.”

Angel rolled her eyes, “Why are you being like this?”

Jordan chuckled, “You were warned,” he said and led her over to the front of his desk, “Put your hands on the desk.”

Angel looked into his eyes with venom and when she realized he was serious she slowly reached out and placed her hands on his desk. Her cherry red bottom protruded from beneath her skirt and her crumpled panties were pooled around her ankles. Jordan wasted very little time. He undid his belt and pulled it quickly from the loops of his pants. He then doubled it over and cracked it against her bottom. When she felt the first lick of the belt she shuffled her legs in protest, “Stop it.”

Jordan smiled a little, “I told you to stop egging me on like you were,” he said as he smacked her with his belt a few more times, “You shouldn’t keep being so naughty when I tell you not to.”

“I just wanted to climax was all,” she danced around in agony from the belt licks, still very aroused.

“Not until I get you home,” He said sternly, “Then you will climax several times, I promise.”

“Oh God,” she moaned when she realized he was not going to relent. She had to admit she was so turned on from this game he was playing with her that she could hardly stand it. Her clit was sensitive and she was horny, but years of self-control had given her the ability to hold back, even though she was in agony.

Jordan strapped her a few more times for good measure. “We’ll go to this dinner party and you will behave yourself and like it.”

“You’re a brute,” she protested, but he could see that she was enjoying it almost as much as he was.

“And if you are a good girl at the party then when I get you home, you will get your reward,” He whispered hotly into her ear. “But if I catch you touching yourself at the party to get release before we get home, I’m going to get out the hairbrush when we get home and give you a blistering and then you will get no climax, do you understand?”

For reasons she couldn’t explain he was really turning her on. “No Jordan, let’s just do it now.”

“Did you just tell me no?” Jordan asked and he brought the belt down against her bottom a few more times. “I said that’s what we would do and I meant it.”

“OK, OK” She breathed, “I won’t release until after the party.”

Jordan nodded and rubbed her bottom a little, torturing her some more with his gentle caresses. “Stop it,” she breathed in a ragged voice.

Jordan noticed the glistening wetness between her legs and he knew if he so much as touched her clit she would probably climax spontaneously. She stood there awhile bent over his desk with her red bottom sticking out and he couldn’t stand it any longer. He undid his pants and lowered them just enough to take out his cock. He began to stroke himself as he gazed at her beautiful red bottom. He remembered how she had squirmed and wiggled over his lap and he stroked himself harder and faster.

It didn’t seem fair to Angel that Jordan was getting off and making her wait, but at the same time it also excited her.

Jordan moved forward breathing heavily and spurted hot thick liquid from his cock onto her reddened bottom. He watched as the white drops ran down punished flesh and he moaned with pleasure from the release. Then he took his fingers and rubbed the liquid lightly into her punished flesh as if he were rubbing her with lotion. “You won’t be able to clean that off until after we get home.”

She was hot and bothered as he rubbed his liquid into her skin and she wiggled again wishing she could touch herself.

“Stop wiggling.” Jordan warned as he pulled up his pants and cleaned himself off. “You won’t be leaving my sight tonight, I don’t trust you. If you need to go to the bathroom, I’ll be going with you, understand?” He asked, coming up behind her and nuzzling her neck.

Angel turned to look at him as if he was joking, “Why are you doing this to me?”

“To make the party a little more interesting I suppose,” He breathed, “Since you didn’t want to go in the first place.”

“Oh God I hate this,” she moaned in frustration.

He reached down and yanked up her panties and then turned her around so he could kiss her on the lips. She moaned as he kissed her and then she felt him undo the buttons of her blouse and she sighed as he reached inside her blouse to cup her breasts. She realized he still wasn’t going to let her climax and he was making her hotter and more bothered by his behavior so she quickly pulled away from him. “No fair,” She said.

He winked at her, “I’ll make it up to you after the party I promise.”

“Well let’s get going then,” she said in an urgent voice, “Why aren’t we there yet?”

“Now that’s more like it,” He grinned and noticed how flushed she was, “Maybe I won’t let you orgasm until you agree to marry me.”

“You wouldn’t dare!” She said in agony.

“I’m tempted,” He said.

She pushed him away in irritation, “I told you ‘no’ that I’m not marrying you.”

He wished she would reconsider because he felt it would help him be able to protect her against his father, but he knew marrying him was something he couldn’t force her to do.

***

When they arrived at the party, Angel’s bottom was on fire and she was frustrated that she hadn’t been allowed to climax. She glared at Jordan, who ignored her looks of disapproval.

Martin was quite proud of the fish he, Claudia, and Mia had caught earlier that day and he fired up the grill on the back patio and began grilling the steaks as he finished cleaning the fish in the kitchen sink. Claudia was certain he would never learn to use the utility sink on the back porch.

“So what made you decide to throw a party?” Frank asked as he sipped a Coke and watched his Pop clean the fish. He wished he was drinking a beer instead of a Coke.

Martin laughed, “I don’t know, it just seemed like a good idea.”

Everyone was crowded inside the small kitchen and it was standing room only. “I heard Mia got expelled from school today,” Rori said with raised eyebrows, looking curiously at her niece.

Mia looked down uncomfortably. News in Argus Falls traveled much too quickly.

“She did.” Claudia said with regret.

“What for?” Frank asked frantically, “What happened?”

“Jenna Foster happened,” Mia said sullenly.

Martin shook his head, “We’re not going to talk about it. Mia’s been punished for her behavior and that’s the end of it.”

“Yeah, some punishment,” Rori scoffed, “a fishing trip.”

Martin sighed and stopped cleaning the fish for a moment. He looked at Rori and then put his arm around her shoulders, “I guess I’m turning into a big ole softy.”

Rori leaned against her dad, “Maybe.”

“Oh no, he’s not!” Claudia interjected, “Mia got her bottom blistered good and hard, and she is also grounded for two weeks.”

Rori looked up at her Pop in surprise realizing he had not been soft on Mia after all. “Yeah well she still got to fishing, he never would have done that for any of us,” Rori shrugged.

“Damn straight,” Frank said winking at Mia, “We probably would have had our noses in the corner all afternoon to boot.”

Martin rolled his eyes, “Stop exaggerating.”

Frank and Rori often compared the way they were raised to the way Martin and Claudia were raising Mia, which for all intents and purposes made Mia seem more like a younger sibling than a niece.

Angel was a bit concerned when she learned that Mia had been punished.

Frank frowned apologetically to Mia, “I guess those are the breaks kiddo, you get suspended and you pay the price.” He shrugged.

Mia wanted to cry when she thought about it, “Well it was pretty bad to get expelled I guess.”

“You think?” Rori smiled at her with a little bit of teasing in her eyes. The truth was Rori felt a bit sorry for Mia when she learned Martin had spanked her.

“You got suspended not expelled,” Martin corrected, “Expelled is different.”

Mia looked down uncomfortably.

“Wow those steaks smell good,” Doug said in an attempt to take the focus off Mia.

Mia brightened a little as Martin held up the fish she had caught for everyone to see. “This is the one Mia caught,” he announced proudly, “She is quite the little fisherman.”

“Isn’t the term fisherperson,” Amanda laughed as she hugged her ex-husband Frank. Her words made all of them chuckle because nothing in Martin’s house ever fell under the umbrella of political correctness. Martin Pirelli couldn’t care less about such things.

“Wow I never caught a fish that big,” Angel said admiring the fish, “Good job Mia.”

“You caught plenty of big fish in your day,” Martin said with a twinkle in his eye as he looked at her, “Maybe you can’t remember, but I can.”

Angel was suddenly glad she had come home for dinner. She had been hesitant about it, but now it seemed OK. Something inside Martin had changed, she could tell. He seemed more relaxed and at peace somehow, as if he had finally accepted things for the way they were. This version of him was familiar to Angel, but she had not seen it in a very long time. She let go of Jordan as Martin reached out to give her a squeeze, “I’m glad you are here,” he whispered softly as he hugged her.

Jordan watched them hug and smiled to himself. Things were going so much better for Angel now than they had when she first arrived in town. It was remarkable. Jordan’s mind then began to drift to Angel’s red bottom and he began to feel aroused. He never thought of Angel as a prostitute, especially when he saw her in this setting. In Jordan’s mind Angel was a vibrant, young, beautiful woman, and not a whore. She had never seemed like a whore to him and hopefully she never would.

The house was full of noise and confusion as they hurried to get dinner on the table. Martin and the men gathered outside near the grill in the freezing cold and took turns opening the grill to check on the steaks and fish. All of them felt they knew the best way to grill. The kids ran in and out of the house. Claudia and the women stayed in the kitchen chatting and preparing all the other food to go along with the steak and fish.

Jordan kept his eye on Angel at all times. She went outside with the men while they were grilling the meat and she stood away from them so she could smoke. She was the only one who smoked anymore and she wished she didn’t. It was the first time in a long time she wished she didn’t smoke. It really was a filthy habit. Jordan watched the light puffs of smoke escape from her mouth as she huddled down and shivering from the cold and he walked over to where she was smoking and stood behind her, putting his arms around her waist and holding her tight. “I love you,” he whispered in her ear.

She looked back at him out of the corner of her eye as she continued to smoke her cigarette, “Is that what you call what happened back at the office?”

“I’ll make it up to you,” He breathed as he nuzzled her neck.

“Come on you two love birds,” Martin called in disgust, “Let’s eat,” and he had loaded up a large plate with the steaks and fish and they all went inside.

Soon they were sitting around the table and Martin was saying grace. He sat for a minute as the food was passed around and watched his family. It was then that he noticed Claudia staring at him and he looked with affection into her eyes. He could tell there were tears in Claudia’s eyes and it made his own eyes well up with tears a little, which made him uncomfortable. “How about those Jets,” he said to no one in particular.

“It’s a long shot,” Doug said, “But I sure wish they would make it all the way to the Super Bowl this year.”

Angel was grateful Jordan had made her come over for dinner. Things were getting better. Despite the issues with Coach Bills, the Pirelli family was becoming whole again after so many years of being broken. If not for her sore bottom, Angel thought things might be perfect, but as she looked over at Jordan and realized she was still very aroused by him, she realized that without her sore bottom it really wouldn’t be the same. She couldn’t wait to get home to be with him.

As they all finished eating and did the dishes, Angel walked over to talk to Mia. She had been somewhat cold to Angel the last time they had talked. “Are you OK?” Angel asked softly.

“Yeah,” Mia said looking down.

“Good,” Angel smiled at her daughter, “I know Popoff can be strict,” Angel sighed. She wasn’t certain she had ever referred to her Pop as Popoff before.

“No kidding,” Mia agreed.

Angel couldn’t help but reach out and hug Mia. She was grateful when Mia hugged her back. “I’m glad you are OK,” Angel whispered. In some ways Angel almost felt as if she were still Mia’s age.

“I’m sorry I was a little ornery with you the other day,” Mia apologized.

“Don’t apologize for that,” Angel said sincerely, “Everything has been a lot for you to absorb and I understand.”

Mia couldn’t think what else to say to her mother so she continued hugging her for awhile before finally letting go.

When it was time to leave, Angel hugged everyone goodbye and she had not done that since she had been back. Her Pop looked at Jordan as they left and said, “Don’t let anything happen to her.”

“I will keep her safe, I promise,” Jordan assured Martin.

Angel realized when she heard Martin’s words that he cared. That meant a lot to her.

***

When Jordan and Angel got home he led her to the bathroom where he eagerly removed her clothes and helped her into the bathtub before climbing in beside her. She was hoping he would have sex with her in the tub, but instead he was all business, rubbing her body gently with the soap and washcloth and massaging her sore bottom. She was very aroused.

“I meant what I said to your Pop,” Jordan said as he washed her, “I’ll never let anything happen to you.”

Angel wished she could believe him, she wanted to believe him with all her heart, but she knew Ethan.

As Jordan caressed her all over she began to relax. His hands moved across her breasts and her nipples hardened at his touch. Eventually he helped her out of the water and toweled her off. Then he pulled her into the bedroom and threw her down on the bed, “What would you like me to do for you Ms. Pirelli?”

Angel smirked at him, “Use your imagination,” she breathed.

“I think I’ve used enough imagination for one night,” Jordan grinned, “Don’t you know doctors have no imagination?” And with that he moved downward until his mouth was between her legs. She felt his tongue lick and suck her between her legs. He enjoyed the way her body responded and he heard her breathing become ragged. He could tell she was about to climax so before she released he climbed on top of her and entered her. The sensation of having his hard dick inside her was different than the feel of his tongue so she had to shift gears, but as he looked down into her eyes and moved in and out of her it didn’t take long for her to build to a climax again. She tightened and squirmed as she released long and hard. She moaned loudly, almost screaming from the ecstasy.

Jordan smiled, “Did you enjoy that?” He asked and he continued to move in and out of her, enjoying the feel of her.

She stopped and looked up at him, “Take me from the rear,” she breathed.

Jordan stopped momentarily, “In the—“

“Yes,” she breathed.

Jordan pulled out of her and rolled her over on her stomach, lifting her bottom up in the air. He pulled her cheeks apart and looked at the small puckered opening. He had not had anal sex in a very long time. He opened the drawer to find some lubricant even though he was already quite lubricated after already being inside of her.

“You don’t need the lube,” she said. “Trust me.”

Jordan didn’t argue, he pressed his dick against her small opening and pulled her bottom apart as he began to push inside. She arched her back and relaxed as she felt him enter her. “Ohhh,” she breathed. She had not had anal sex in a long time either and she hadn’t realized how much she missed the sensation. Her bottom was still sore from the spanking he had given her, but that only seemed to add to her pleasure.

Jordan gasped from the sensation and the tight pressure as he began moving in and out of her tugging her with each of his long strokes. “Oh my God,” he breathed and beads of sweat formed on his forehead. Viewing her red bottom as he enjoyed the sensation of being inside her tight anus was something he didn’t think he would ever forget. Angel realized her clit was throbbing again and when she felt him release she touched her clit lightly with her finger and climaxed along with him.

“Oh my God,” Jordan called. “Oh my God!”

Angel enjoyed the sensation of him releasing inside of her and then she slowly detached from him and rushed into the bathroom. She returned shortly and then it was Jordan’s turn to go clean up. After they were both fresh, they snuggled all night long.

Jordan knew without a doubt, despite the great sex, that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. He didn’t know what he would do if Ethan ever showed up to claim her and he closed his eyes, unable to think about it.