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Winter Escape - 1
Pet Kaili (petkaili@yahoo.com)

***

An innocent mistake turns into something else when Kaily 
agrees to house-sit at a ski resort village for her 
friend Amanda. (Mdom/F, d/s, bd, s/m, bd, exh, spank, 
control)

***

1: It Begins 

I hadn't been back to Tahoe in years but the opportunity 
to stay in a cabin not far from the ski resort I always 
went to as a kid, wasn't something I was going to pass 
up. It was an A frame in Incline Village away from the 
glitz and casinos, away from the condo's and ski lodges 
but close enough that I would have an easy drive up to 
Mt Rose to ski. 

The driveway was cleared by a local man with a plow so I 
didn't have to worry about shoveling or getting stuck 
and I had rented a 4 wheel drive so the slight incline 
shouldn't get me stuck. I was looking forward to skiing, 
it had been an age since I'd been up the hills, but so 
it had been the last time too when I came up with my 
kids and you just don't forget. As I pulled in that 
afternoon, I felt a twinge of loneliness, no one was 
here to share it with me this time. 

My husband was working, the kids were busy with jobs and 
school now, but it was a week of "house sitting" that 
only cost me my flight and my lift tickets and I have 
never had trouble entertaining myself. Mt Rose didn't 
have all the glitz of Kirkwood or Squaw Valley, but it 
didn't have the lines or cost either, and it is full of 
nostalgia for me. I grabbed my bag from the back seat, 
leaving my skis and equipment in the back.

The front door was locked tight but the key Amanda had 
sent me unlocked the deadbolt and I stepped inside. a 
fairly large entrance had storage for ski's poles and 
boots, clearly the seasonal use was well expected. I 
kicked off my boots and set my bags inside the door. I 
wanted to check out the place, turning on lights and 
exploring the rooms. The main room opened into the 
kitchen with a breakfast bar between, to separate the 
spaces. It wasn't large but it was nice, leather couches 
and a big fireplace on the wall. 

Looking closer, I realized it was a gas light fireplace 
with a switch on the wall, sweet, all of the ambiance 
and none of the fuss. The kitchen was simple with a nice 
cooking island and a stainless steel fridge, not to 
large but enough easily to store supplies for the week. 
A keurig coffee maker and a toaster oven for my bagels 
so I was set. There was only one bedroom in a loft 
upstairs that over looked the room below, making my way 
up the spiral staircase I found the whole upstairs lined 
in plush furs and a large low bed at the back of the 
loft. A small table was on the floor with cushions all 
around Japanese style. 

I looked under the table and sure enough there was a 
small heater just like the one we had in our house in 
Kansai. I giggled, that was a piece of nostalgia I 
hadn't expected. There was a small bar upstairs as well 
and a mini fridge, not stocked yet but great for late 
night snacks.

Downstairs out the back sliding door there was a large 
deck secluded with large pines to either side and not a 
neighbor in sight tucked back here in the hills. A deep 
soaking tub of finished wood was built into the deck 
with a cover over the top. I lifted the cover and found 
it was clean and smelled of chlorine. 

I would have to check out my instructions again to make 
sure I knew how to work it and keep it balanced, but 
that was a definite plus. I decided since it was too 
late to hit the slopes tonight I would just bring my bag 
upstairs and soak for a bit before getting some dinner. 

Back inside I took a quick look in the cupboards and saw 
a bottle of wine on the counter with a bow on it. 
"Thanks for taking care of the place while we're gone, 
have a wonderful time, Amanda and Jack" was written on 
the tag. It was a bottle of viognier, dry white crisp, 
like the winter air.

I decided to crack it and have a glass while I soaked, 
what a nice greeting for my first night at the cabin. I 
checked the fridge and Amanda had left some camembert 
and some hard dried salami as well as some pepperocinis 
- dinner was taken care of if I could find some bread 
or... hey crackers would do fine I guess, I'm not picky.

I decided to just get my plate of food and head out to 
the tub, no rush to put stuff away anyway, it was just 
me here. so I poured a glass of wine and sliced some 
salami and collected the pickles and cheese with some 
crackers and headed out to the deck. Putting my plate 
and glass on the table, I lifted my shirt over my head 
and dropped it along with my bra on the wood bench. 

It felt so free out in the cold air, snow lining the 
hills the soft quiet of the pines, like no one else in 
the world existed but me. I rubbed my breasts free of 
their lace confines now and folded the green gems down 
so they hung free. I had tucked them up against my 
nipples in the bra to keep from giving me a double 
nipple look under my sweater. In the cold air my nipples 
stood straight out and little bumps formed on the areola 
my skin felt tight in the cold. 

I looped my thumbs into my pants and pulled them down my 
thighs, feeling the goosebumps rise on the backs of my 
thighs as the cold air caressed my bare skin. I had 
dispensed with underwear today and only my fuzzy winter 
socks remained to pull off as I pulled the cover to the 
side. I found the light and the jets controls and set 
the timer for 15 minutes on the tub. I sat next to the 
table and drank some of my wine and took a bite of 
cheese on a cracker before removing my socks and 
stepping into the hot bubbling water.

I hadn't been in the water for 5 minutes when I heard 
the steps coming up the back stairs. Heavy masculine 
steps shaking the deck as whoever it was banged the snow 
from their boots and was making their way up to the 
deck. I looked around in a panic, I didn't have a towel 
handy and my clothes were strewn about the deck too far 
to reach from the tub, I thought of dunking under the 
water to hide but what use was that the light was on in 
the tub and it was obvious someone was here. 

Who the hell was coming up the stairs? I scrunched down 
in the water and close my eyes, and then mentally 
slapped myself for being so dumb, like closing my eyes 
is going to stop him from seeing me. My heart is racing, 
I have no idea what to do and I am in no position to 
confront an intruder and there isn't anyone within a 
mile to hear if I scream. Feelings of anger, fear, and 
sheer drop dead embarrassment all competing in my brain.

I saw him at the top of the stairs, he paused for a 
moment and looked right at me in the tub. He had a cap 
on over his ears a tuft of blond hair peeked out at the 
front, sun glasses underneath covered his eyes and his 
face was stern, jaw clenched, he was clearly not pleased 
to see me here in the tub. He had on a lightweight 
jacket over a warm heather sweater, a turtle neck 
underneath and brown gloves. He was tall in jeans with 
gaiters over his boots. He was brushed with snow and 
appeared to have been outside for a bit from the 
reddishness of his cheeks and the bluster of snow 
melting on his coat and jeans.

He continued walking toward me and as he approached the 
tub he removed his glasses. Deep piercing blue eyes 
looked down at me, unsmiling almost leering at me. "Just 
what do you think you are doing Miss?" 

I felt like a delinquent girl caught by her friends 
parents coming home early. I flushed bright red and 
crossed my arms over my chest looking down at the water 
and coughed. My mind was racing for excuses before I 
realized I hadn't done anything wrong, I didn't need an 
excuse and this man was trespassing on my friend's deck. 

I shook my head and began to speak, "Excuse me! What are 
you doing here? I am house-sitting for a friend." By the 
time I got that last word out I looked back up at his 
eyes and lost my strength again. I'm not a shy person, 
and generally don't have any problem standing my ground, 
even naked and in hot water so to speak, but something 
about his look just made me feel like a little kid, like 
I had no business being there or even talking to him. I 
shook my head and tried to look away.

"Oh really? What friend is that? Jake has me watching 
the place while he's away, I think you have stumbled 
onto the wrong deck miss. Just get out and put your 
cloths back on and scoot your butt on home," he said as 
he scooped up my bra and sat down alongside the tub, 
dangling my bra from his finger over the water. 

I was flushed red, pissed off, what right did he have to 
tell me what to do, to talk to me like a child, I'll be 
damned if I take that kind of treatment from this 
trespassing jerk... wait... Jake said what? "You're a 
friend of Jake?" I asked dumbfounded, realizing what 
must be happening, Amanda and Jake never coordinate 
their plans. Did she even tell him I was staying here 
this week? My head was a whirl, when I heard him whistle 
at me, I looked up again startled realizing he was still 
staring at me holding my bra over my head, looking down 
on me. 

The jets of course stopped at that moment and the water 
settled smooth concealing nothing now I looked up trying 
in vain to maintain some dignity and explain why I was 
here. "Amanda asked me to stay here and watch the place 
while they were gone. I just got here about an hour 
ago." Why did I feel so out of control all of a sudden, 
ok I was definitely at a disadvantage and rather 
embarrassed, but I somehow felt inferior, I never feel 
that way around men, what was my problem. 

I looked down and decided to stand my ground. I stepped 
out of the tub and took my bra from his hand, not 
looking at him right away, I walked to pick up my 
clothing, bending at the knees facing away from him and 
then turned to face him with my clothes in my hand at my 
side. "I'm going inside to shower and get dressed. 
Amanda gave me a key and asked me to watch the house 
while they were gone. I don't expect to see you when I 
get back out." 

I spoke with as much bravado as I could, but the cold 
had me shivering some. I was afraid of what he might do 
and far from being shocked he seemed to be very much 
enjoying the show as I stood there before him naked and 
shivering. A slow smile came to his face, but he said 
nothing. Just watched me looking at me dripping into a 
cold puddle on the deck, never lowering his eyes, not 
saying a word, amused, but not intimidated, not angry, 
and certainly not shocked. I flushed involuntarily and 
turned about sharply heading inside to the shower, my 
shivers were no longer from the cold.

I closed the door of the bathroom and locked it, 
wondering what the hell I was thinking. As far as I 
could tell he was a guest of Jake, but I didn't want him 
here with me, the place wasn't that big and I don't know 
him from Adam, he could be an axe murderer for all I 
know - though it isn't likely Jake would let him stay 
here. 

God my head was just a whirl, I started the shower and 
washed off the chlorine and washed my hair, trying to 
clear my mind. I got out quickly and dried off realizing 
my bag with my clothes was still at the door way. there 
was a terry cloth rope on the back of the door and I 
tied that round myself. 

I came out and looked hesitantly at the main room, there 
he was sitting comfortably on the couch, his hat was off 
now along with his jacket, sweater and boots. His hair 
was blond and tussled from the hat, his shoulders were 
broad and strong, his face rugged but attractive. He 
might be a few years older than me but not much. He was 
sitting on the couch with the fire going and drinking a 
glass of the wine. I grimaced, that was supposed to be 
my wine.

I walked over and confronted him again, "look I don't 
know what Jake told you, but Amanda and I have been 
talking about this for a month, she sent me a key, I 
flew here from out-of-state and I'm here for the week, 
and a strange guy staying here was not part of the deal, 
and the wine is for me by the way." 

I was standing there in the robe talking with my hands, 
trying to be firm, but sounding just bossy and nervous. 
He barely moved, took a sip from the wine glass and 
looked at me again with those blue eyes, just looking 
straight through me. I started to shiver again.

"Are you quite finished with your little tirade yet?" He 
asked quietly, speaking very slowly and deliberately. 

I started to respond and as he began to stand I thought 
better of it. He got up and stood very close to me, he 
was tall looking down into my eyes. 

"Let me make something perfectly clear young lady, 
you're in no position at all to be making demands, you 
may have an invitation to be here, but standing there 
half-naked shaking your fist at me, issuing your 
ultimatums will get you nowhere but out in the cold on 
the balcony until you learn some manners. Do you 
understand me clearly?"

I felt sick to my stomach, he was right I was being rude 
and I was embarrassed. I lowered my eyes to the floor, 
blushing. "I apologize," I barely whispered, "It is just 
very awkward." I sighed.

"Yes it is awkward, but you are not making it better 
with your lectures. Shall we start over, I trust you 
don't need a lesson in manners," I looked up at him in 
shock, what kind of lesson did he think he was going to 
teach me? He must have seen the horror on my face, 
because he laughed a little, smiling a mischievous smile 
and answered his own question.."No I didn't think you 
wanted that yet." 

I was far more confused by that and pulled my robe close 
around me, wondering what he meant. "My name is Bryan, 
and like you I have flown in from out-of-town, invited 
by Jake, to stay here for the week." I was out on the 
snow machine when you arrived but noticed the SUV out 
front when I got back, I came up the back to see if I 
had an intruder, which I believed you to be."

"Oh, So what are we going to do?" I wiggled a little 
feeling very self-conscious now shifting my weight left 
and right.

"First you are going to tell me your name." He said 
still looking down at me. I looked up and smiled, 
embarrassed again, "oh, it's Kaily, I'm sorry."

"Well Kaily we have some things to discuss, I have no 
intention of leaving. This is a lovely home, and while 
like you, I had no intention of sharing it with a guest, 
I suspect once you get off your high horse, we might do 
just fine here." I was beginning to feel like a school 
girl, facing the principal after a class tantrum, when 
you know you were in the wrong, but just couldn't shut 
up. I wanted to crawl up under the couch and hide right 
now if I could.

"Yes Sir," I said then mentally slapped myself, why did 
I just call him Sir? It just came out that way. Ok fine, 
I blushed in spite of myself. He smiled, that same damn 
mischievous smile again, I swear to god he was enjoying 
my discomfort, the more antsy and embarrassed I got the 
more he seemed to be relaxing and enjoying himself.

"Let's sit down shall we, would you like your glass of 
wine, I brought it in along with your food." I nodded, 
and thanked him as he handed me my glass recharged with 
the viognier. I took a sip and sat down one leg 
underneath me on the couch facing him, he sat back 
leaning against the back surveying me quietly, his arms 
resting on the back of the couch his glass resting 
comfortably in his hand. 

"That's better," he said softly, and I looked at him 
tilting my head sideways. Curious, he had complete 
control of the situation now, I was just waiting for his 
instructions, and I had no idea when I had handed over 
the reins to him, I just did.

We just sat for a little bit, sipping the wine. He said 
nothing more, just watched me. I felt uncomfortable, in 
the silence, but didn't want to interrupt either. Just 
as I was at my peak of agitation, he smiled at me, 
raising his glass. "You really ought to do something to 
make up for your bad behavior you know." 

I looked at him puzzled, wondering what he had in mind. 

"Let's see," he looked at me with a twinkle in his eye 
again, "you could make me dinner, or I suppose I could 
spank you." 

My jaw dropped looking at him to see if he was serious. 
He just smiled, unreadable.

"I am a lousy cook," I responded. He simply raised his 
glass and took a sip raising his eyebrows at me.

"I, on the other hand can cook just fine," he replied, 
looking at me waiting for a response. I just looked at 
him, wondering if he could possibly be serious. After a 
few moments he simply looked at me and asked "Well?"

"You can't seriously want to spank me?" I blurted out 
looking at him in wonder, but my pulse quickened belying 
the twinge of excitement I felt at the idea.

"Oh, I think I might very much enjoy it, actually. I 
certainly think you deserve it." I blushed crimson, 
knowing full well I had acted like a spoiled child, he 
was right in that respect.

"I can't believe you would want to spank a grown woman," 
I said incredulously.

"Then you have obviously never had the pleasure of doing 
so, I see." And with that the tone change direction. I 
was now intrigued, he was serious, he wanted to spank 
me. I had heard a friend once say she enjoyed spanking, 
she was military and was humiliated when it got out that 
she did. 

I never understood why, but here was this man offering 
to spank me to let me make up for my rudeness and 
suddenly I was curious, but afraid of what I might be 
getting myself into. 

"You have to ask me to do it, and present yourself to 
me, or I won't believe you are actually sorry," he 
replied quite in earnest. I couldn't even believe I was 
considering this. I wasn't drunk, I'd only had two 
glasses of wine, what was possibly going through my 
head.

I set my glass on the table before me and found myself 
walking to him, standing in front of him and looking at 
him. I couldn't make myself say it. I just looked at him 
for a long moment. 

"Perhaps if you kneel it would be easier to ask," he 
said looking directly into my eye, his voice soothing, 
calming, in control. 

I lowered myself to my knees now looking up to him 
sitting on the couch. "Would you spank me Sir?" as the 
words left my mouth I did not believe it, it was as 
though someone else had taken control of my body and was 
acting for me, I just sat there dumbfounded at my own 
words.

"No, you don't really want it enough," he stiffened, and 
his face became very stern.

"Please Sir, I do, I want to make up for my rudeness," I 
was looking into his eyes pleading.

"Very well, remove your robe and lie over my knee, you 
will place your hands around my ankles and do not let go 
until I tell you to, if you bring a hand to protect you 
backside I will be very angry." 

I was in a daze, I stood up and slowly let the robe fall 
from my shoulders, standing there for the second time 
tonight naked before this stranger, about to bend over 
willingly on his lap and let him spank me, for all my 
being I could only believe I had gone insane, but I was 
doing just as he asked me to, of my own free will, and I 
wanted to do it for some reason.

I stood beside his knee and bent over my stomach against 
his jeans, rough and warm against me, as I grasped his 
ankles I found the angle such that I would not be able 
to stand easily again, to hold the position I set my 
legs out behind me, my head hanging down, my hair 
falling around my face and to the carpet. 

He placed his left arm over my back pressing me into his 
lap and raised his right hand, I braced for the strike, 
stinging open-handed against both cheeks, I exhaled hard 
and my leg kicked up instinctively, then I placed it 
back down feeling his tension on my back. Again sharp 
and hard on just one cheek and then the other, then both 
again together. He continued, not in any pattern.

I was never certain where the strike would land and I 
was beginning to cry out with each strike, I was 
grinding my hips against his lap as he struck and could 
feel the pressure against my pubic bone driving into his 
thigh with each strike, I was aroused by the intimate 
close attention, I could smell his scent with my head 
close against his legs.

I could feel his strength holding me down, the muscles 
of his legs the impact of his strikes, I could never 
imagine how spankings could be erotic and yet here I was 
building to a near frenzy at the hands of a stranger. 

He stopped and then began to massage the hot sore marks 
on my ass. I moaned at the intensity of the pressure 
against the now hot tender skin. Oh god what had I done, 
what was this all leading to? 

"Very nice, Kaily, you deserved that, and I am very 
happy you have let me discipline you the way you needed 
to be disciplined. Now sit again on your knees as you 
were before." 

I complied and sat up then rested on my knees beside 
him. The blood rushing back from my head made me feel 
light-headed and my hair fell tussled in curls on my 
bare shoulders. My ass felt so hot against my shins as I 
sat and I noticed my thighs were wet. 

"Do you feel better now Kaily? Have you settled down 
some?"

"Yes Sir, thank you," I lowered my head, realizing I did 
feel more settled now. The nervous energy that had my 
stomach all tied in knots was gone now. I relaxed and 
just enjoyed the warm feelings cursing through me.

"I think we will get along just fine this week. Stand 
and refill my wine, you may retrieve and fill your glass 
as well. We will get some dinner in a little bit, you 
need to relax a little first." I stood up, wiped the 
tears from my cheeks and went to get the wine bottle I 
refilled his glass and my own and then sat again at his 
knee on the floor on my fallen robe. 

I didn't say anything, my mind was unsettled. My body 
felt relaxed, the tension that was there before was 
gone, but my mind was in conflict, why did I just let 
this man spank me? why was I waiting on him now? and 
after I sat again on the floor I realized it hadn't even 
occurred to me to sit beside him on the couch, or on the 
chair; I just felt like I belonged at his knee again. 

I didn't understand my own reaction, but they somehow 
felt natural, like that was what I should do. I took a 
sip of my wine and put my head on his knee, resting. 

I felt his hand, caress my hair pulling it back gently 
behind my ear. "That is much better, I'll make some 
dinner for us once you have rested a little. I closed my 
eyes and just let my mind go quiet, not trying to figure 
it out, just letting it be.

I must have drifted off to sleep, because I awoke with a 
start as he shifted his leg. For a moment I was 
disoriented, I looked down and saw myself naked, I saw 
his jeans, I was dazed. His hand on my head, firm, 
calmed me down again. "I'm going to make dinner now, 
come sit at the table." 

I reached down to pick up the robe again.

"You don't need that Kaily." 

I let it go and walked into the kitchen after him. He 
pulled the chair out and I sat down at the table. He set 
my glass before me along with the camembert and salami I 
had before. I took a nibble as he pulled shallots, lemon 
and butter from the fridge. There was a small bag of 
something, 2 eggs and some cream. He gathered some 
flour, spices and some bow tie pasta. He started a pan 
of water and a saucepan which he started with some wine 
and spices. He took the small bag to the sink and I 
realized it was scallops. 

I watched as he quickly made the scallops and then 
combining the other ingredients had a wonderful cream 
sauce to go over them in about the time it took to boil 
the pasta. He brought a shallow bowl plate to the table 
and set it before me, it smelled so delicious, but I 
hesitated waiting for him to sit and refill the wine 
glasses. He held his glass up to me, "To a new 
adventure." 

I smiled and exhaled, I lifted my glass and tapped his 
and took a sip.

I took a bite of the pasta and scallops and just stopped 
mid-bite, it tasted so good, tender hot scallop and a 
delicate wine cream sauce that just caressed it 
perfectly. I couldn't believe he just threw this 
together. I finished my bite slowly savoring it. "How 
did you do that? It is delicious."

"I said I could cook just fine, I do not tend toward 
exaggeration, like some. Now be quiet and eat your 
dinner." I blushed and too another bite, very much 
enjoying my dinner after all. The wine was delicious the 
pasta was firm but tender and the scallops just melted 
in my mouth. I closed my eyes and enjoyed every morsel, 
not thinking of anything, but the meal. As I finished my 
last bite, I opened my eyes. He was watching me, sipping 
his wine, a sort of half smirk on his face, enjoying my 
response to his meal I suppose. 

When he saw me open my eyes he pushed his dish towards 
me and his face became stern again, "Make yourself 
useful and clean up." 

I looked at him for a moment considering balking at this 
order, then thought better of it and lowered my eyes. I 
picked up the dishes and took them to the sink. I rinsed 
them off and put them into the dishwasher, then cleared 
the cooking pans and rinsed them as well stacking them 
in the dishwasher. I put the few ingredients that were 
still out away. 

When everything was away I wiped the counters and the 
table off and then looked back to him. He had been just 
watching me work, finishing off the last of the wine, 
smiling. I wasn't sure what to do next.

He stood and walked over to me, I blushed but didn't 
move. He stood very close to me and my heart began to 
race. He kissed my forehead gently and nudged my chin up 
so I would look up at him. "You have had a stressful 
evening, go and get your bag and take it upstairs. I 
shuddered, wondering what he had in mind. He must have 
seen the fear in my eyes, He grabbed my hair and held my 
head in place looking at him, his face became stern 
again and he locked eyes with me, speaking very firmly, 
"You are safe. No one is going to harm you, get your bag 
and take it upstairs, just like I told you to." As he 
let go of my hair I began breathing again, and dropped 
my eyes to the floor. 

I stepped away to get my bag and started up the 
staircase with it. It was a little awkward on the spiral 
case, but I got it upstairs and set it on the small 
table. I sat down next to the table and I heard him 
coming up the stairs. He went to the bed and got a 
pillow, he had a sheet and a blanket in his arms. 

He placed the pillow on the floor and spread the sheet 
out on the thick fur carpet at the foot of the bed 
setting the blanket over it next to the pillow. "You 
will sleep here tonight. I'm going to take my shower 
now." He stepped away and went back down stairs. 

I crawled over to the sheet and pulled the blanket over 
me snuggling into the soft down pillow. I was sound 
asleep before he came back upstairs.

To be continued in part 2...

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