7. Ally

The next morning, Ally slept much later than usual. When she opened her eyes, it was nearly eleven. The heat in her apartment was working wonderfully and she felt too cozy in her sea of stuffies to crawl out of bed.

Her sleepy mind wandered to Luke and wondered what he was doing. She wondered what his life was like when he wasn't working. She had only ever seen him in his uniform. She wondered if his house was as dark and grumpy looking as his mood seemed to be. She giggled at the thought of a grumpy house.

Luke was so confusing. One minute he was a total grouch, demanding she do this and do that, and the next minute, he was fixing her heat and car and offering to give her rides. Each morning when he had picked her up, he had been thoughtful enough to turn her seat warmer on so her seat was already toasty warm when she got in the car. He was an aggravating man, that was for sure, but also so sweet.

The thought of his threats to spank her lingered in her mind and made her bottom tingle. Her bottom had been tingling a lot lately. She had no doubt he would have followed through with his threats if she hadn't jumped in the SUV the night her car died. The thought aroused and frightened her at the same time. She had never been spanked by a man. She had fantasized about it… regularly. The thought of truly being disciplined by a man did something to her that she couldn't explain.

Creeping her hand down her tummy, Ally's fingers settled on her sensitive pearl as she thought about laying across Luke's lap for a discipline spanking. Visions of her red-hot bottom exposed to him as she squirmed against his thighs made her cry out as her pussy tightened and pulsed through her orgasm.

After showering and blow-drying her hair, Ally padded to the kitchen to look for something to eat. Opening the fridge, she decided to make some eggs. When she pulled the carton of eggs out, she saw the package of refrigerator cookies she'd picked up the last time she grocery shopped. Pulling the cookies out and studying the package absently, Ally decided to bake the cookies and take them to Luke as a thank you for helping her. Putting the eggs back in the fridge, she decided to munch on some crackers instead while reading the baking directions on the package.

Turning the oven to preheat, she went to her bathroom to apply a little makeup and straighten her thick hair. She wanted to look cute for him since he had only seen her in her work clothes and a ponytail. Finding a pair of skinny jeans and a light pink knit sweater, Ally looked at herself in the mirror. Her figure had become fuller since her parents passed, as she often spent lonely evenings at home watching animated movies and eating raw cookie dough.

She had no dating life and barely any social life with friends, either. Most of her friends were already married with babies coming. Her best friend, Haylee, no longer lived in town. She had decided to go to college in a big city and met a guy while she was interning at a large news firm. Ally was happy for Haylee, but she missed her. Haylee's mom had remarried after her dad skipped out on them and moved to Florida with her new husband after Haylee went to college. Ally knew it was unlikely that she would ever return to the small town, but they stayed in touch, nonetheless. She was, for the most part, perfectly content spending time alone, reading her naughty books, and fantasizing about the Daddy Doms those books described.

Twisting in the mirror to look at her backside, Ally admired the fullness of her butt in the tight jeans. She didn't like the extra tummy fluff that she had nowadays, but she appreciated her full breasts and round butt.

Walking back to the kitchen, she slid the cookies in the oven. She knew Luke lived out on Huckleberry Road, one of the country roads on the very outskirts of town. One of her long-time regulars at the restaurant had told Ally that he was her neighbor. Living in the small town all her life, everyone knew everyone else's business, and everyone knew where everyone lived, whether you liked it or not.

She knew Huckleberry Road well. There was unowned property out there where the high school kids liked to go and have rowdy bonfire parties after the Friday night football games. Ally had been to many of those parties as a teen.

She had even kissed a few boys there and then went home disappointed from being groped by some horny boy who thought kissing was the act of rubbing their slimy lips on her face. In a small town, there weren't a lot of guys her age to choose from, even in high school. She hadn't even lost her virginity until she was twenty-one, to Jimmy, now known as the local bar fly. She had known Jimmy in high school. He was on the football team and was one of the popular kids, always the life of the party. When she turned twenty-one and went to the bar for the first time with some of her girlfriends, he had been there.

At first, Jimmy seemed sweet and fun, always showing her a good time, taking her on dates, and even taking her to some of the Friday night bonfire parties for old times' sake as he said, even though they weren't in high school anymore.

After they had sex, which was the most uncomfortable and boring thing she'd ever experienced, he began acting distant. A few days after he took her virginity, he told her he was going to get back with his ex-girlfriend. Ally knew she'd dodged a bullet with him. The last she had heard from the town gossip was that he and his ex-girlfriend had broken up for good and that he was always at the bar drinking.

She hadn't driven out on Huckleberry Road since the last time she and Jimmy went to a bonfire party over five years prior, and if she remembered right, the house that was next to her customer, Pearl, was a beautiful farmhouse with a huge wrap-around porch. It surprised her to know that Luke lived in that great big farmhouse, but she assumed he liked it because it was on the outskirts of town with a bunch of land so he didn't have to socialize with people when he was off work, and he could be as grumpy as he wanted out there by himself.

Ally packed the cookies in foil to keep them warm and headed out in her car in the direction of Luke's house. It was nearly three by the time she left the house and there was still a lot of snow on the roads with more snow coming down. After several minutes of driving, Ally's hands tightened around the steering wheel as she realized the snow was coming down a lot harder than she'd expected. Turning her windshield wipers on to the highest speed, hoping to see through the flurries better, Ally squinted out towards the horizon.

She knew she was on Huckleberry Road, but with the amount of snow on the road and even more falling from the sky, she couldn't tell for sure how far she had driven. Slipping and sliding along the way, Ally slowed her car to a stop before fishing her phone out of her purse. She would call Luke and ask him to come meet her. Tapping the screen, Ally cursed when nothing happened. The stupid thing was dead.

Accelerating her car slowly back on the path, she cringed when her wheels spun, reminding her she was supposed to call the tire store. Ally made a mental note in her mind to call them the next day. Once her car was back on the road, she drove at a snail's pace, hoping not to spin out off the road.

Several minutes passed before she noticed she was approaching a property. White lights were strung all around the home, helping to light her way under the flurries. When she slowed in front of the driveway, she realized it was the old farmhouse next to Pearl's house. Scanning the house, she saw that it was in much better condition than she had remembered. She thought maybe she was wrong about it being his house until she spotted his police SUV in the driveway, nearly covered completely in snow.

Turning down the long driveway, Ally stared at the beautiful home in amazement. The warm white lights strung around the entire house made it look welcoming to anyone who came. The home looked as though it had been entirely renovated since the last time she'd seen it. It looked warm, cozy, and welcoming.

Parking her car, Ally grabbed the cookies and her purse from the passenger seat. When she reached to open the car door, it was yanked open before she had a chance to pull the handle. Luke stood outside the door scowling at her. She had never seen him look so mad. She got out of the car, trembling slightly, realizing it had been a really bad idea to come to his house.

"Little girl, what in the ever-loving hell are you doing driving in this weather in your car?" he demanded. "With your tires still completely bald!"