“Fancy a glass of wine?” Shouted Scott from the bottom of the staircase to Jordan after about an hour.
Ever the polite houseguest “Sure, why not” Jordan yelled back.
Expecting the tension had been resolved, he walked barefoot down the stairs. Upon entering the kitchen-dining room he knew it was not the case.
Glancing over at Sarah in the kitchen area. In the interim, she had changed her clothes and was now wearing an old oversized black Led Zeppelin t-shirt, despite not being able to name a single song.
Frayed, it hung high up her pale leg, somewhere between a mini and micro skirt in length. Reaching items from high shelves, she several times flashed her white cotton panties to the room.
Jordan was somewhat surprised as he thought she would have showed a little more decorum with a guest around but put it down to her comfort having known each other for many years.
“You don’t do anything around here” Sarah yelled from the kitchen end of the dining-kitchen room at Scott breaking any détente before it had a chance to form.
“What!?” Scott offered back, smiling nervously as this comment was apropos of nothing.
“I’ve done everything around here all weekend and I’m sick of it.”
“Be fair Sarah.” Scott rebuts meekly with a glance to me that I couldn’t see but Sarah could which begs ‘Please, not in front of other people.’. To give Sarah a conversational off-ramp Scott reminds her “I did tons yesterday when you went for brunch.”
The well-intentioned attempt to move passed the issue had the opposite effect. Akin to a red rag to a bull.
“You can’t tell me when I can see my friends! You are not the boss of me! That’s not fair.” Sarah’s tirade lost steam rapidly and became a parody of a bratty teenage tantrum.
Jordan looked at Scott, but he was offering no counterattack and stood there holding the unopened bottle of wine like he hoped that it was going to rescue him from this moment.
Her continued staccato complaints were tough to follow as a cohesive, linear train of thought but enough was enough.
“Sarah! I don’t know what the problem is but you are just frustrated with something. Take a breath and I will grab some glasses and we can relax a little.”
Jumping slightly when she heard Jordan speak her name loudly, Sarah was in two minds of what to do next.
As he walked behind her to get some glasses Jordan could tell she was unsure what to do next.
“Don’t you talk to me like that! Don’t tell me to relax!” Made it clear she made her decision to speak to Jordan the same way she spoke to Scott.
“I’m just trying to defuse the situation.”
As Jordan reaches for the wine glasses, she gets his attention.
“Who do you think you are!?” she spits.
“Don’t push it Sarah” he tells her with one eyebrow slightly raised to indicate that he is not playing, and she won’t want this to escalate.
“Or what!?” Turning her back to him and looking at Scott across the room, she turns her head to Jordan and taunts “you’re not going to do anything!”
“I’m warning you Sarah…” before he can finish his sentence
“Oh, Fuck Off Jordan.”
In a single motion, Jordan glides across the three feet distance between them and pushes her back firmly until she bent at the waist over the cold white Carrara marble kitchen island.
She was not expecting it, but her resistance was fruitless. Deftly hooking his thumb under the back of her t-shirt, he slide his hand up her back exposing her panties and lower back. Once his hand reached her bra strap, he took hold of it like the reins of a horse.
Realizing her situation, she squirmed and protested but the Rubicon had been crossed, Sarah pleaded “What the fuck are you doing Jordan! You are my bother-in-law. Let me go right now.”
Using his free hand, Jordan pulled her white panties down in one swift forceful yank. They came to rest asymmetrically, halfway down the thigh of her left leg and on the knee of her right.
“Eight” he announces with no context.
With her small, but pleasingly fat, bare ass writhing, he delivers three solid medium-hard spanks.
Her appeals to be let go stopped.
Due to her wriggling, two of the initial spanks hit the bottom of Sarah’s ass making substantial contact with her exposed pussy.
Given her prior mood, he expected more screaming, cursing and general thrashing about, but she quickly became pliant and stayed still for the remaining five.
Scott, silent throughout, probably in a degree of shock of what had just happened in the last thirty seconds in his own house, remained unmoved next to the dining table, taking in tableau in front of him.
Jordan released his hold of her bra strap, Sarah remained in place. He took a step back to view her properly, her ass now a shade of bright red interspersed with patches of white where the contact had been hardest.
“You will be more respectful in the future,” with a knowing tone in his voice. It is unclear if she was aware of her actions, but she gave a small reflexive nod of her head in agreement through the sobs.
As Jordan walked out of the kitchen, without looking back, he could hear Sarah getting herself together. The sniffing sound of tears being wiping away, the noise of her panties being pulled up, and the small sharp inhale of breath as the elasticated waistband rode over her stinging bottom.
Jordan retreated to the guest room, threw in his AirPods and started to triage his work inbox for a couple of hours to refocus his mind on what had just transpired. As the post flight tiredness kicked in, he shut down the laptop, threw on a podcast and headed to the bathroom to brush his teeth.
Pushing open the bathroom door, Jordan witnesses Sarah naked on her tiptoes standing side on to him looking at herself in the mirror intently. Gripping the basin with one hand and furiously rubbing her clit with the other.
A true rabbit-in-the-headlights look of shock takes hold of her face as she looks to the open doorway and realizes that in her haste, she had forgotten to lock the door.
Sarah’s predicament was compounded. Past the point of no return and on the verge of cumming.
For a moment, Jordan watches her body was jerking, her calves tensed, and her face flushed. Knowing she couldn’t control herself and had to continue he closed the door without speaking.
Through the last sliver of opening before it shut, Jordan saw her turn back to the mirror and move her face closer to it so she could look herself dead in the eyes.
Within a few seconds the heavy breathing and stifled squeals from the other side of the door peaked and fell to silence. Jordan remained in the hallway, ostensibly waiting to use the bathroom.
When the door opened her face was serene, her body wrapped in a soft white towel and her mind wrapped in a post orgasmic endorphin haze. She was startled to see him there and the calmness on her face gave way to embarrassed. Embarrassed for what he had seen her doing and the realization that they both knew that the spanking he gave her was the catalyst.
Not blocking the doorway but not making it wholly accessible for her to leave either, he stood silently. Bowing her head to look at the ground and without saying a word she deftly crept around his presence without touching him.