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  Double Trouble

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  Constance Masters

  ©2012 by Blushing Books® and Constance Masters

  Copyright © 2012 by Blushing Books® and Constance Masters

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  Double Trouble

  eBook ISBN: 978-1-60968-838-7

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  This book is intended for adults only. Spanking and other sexual activities represented in this book are fantasies only, intended for adults. Nothing in this book should be interpreted as Blushing Books' or the author's advocating any non-consensual spanking activity or the spanking of minors.

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  Don't miss the First Book about Becky:

  Becky's Last Chance:

  Becky Thomas has been spoiled terribly by her Dad since her mother's death when she was six, and her discipline problems at school keep getting worse. After Becky is caught slashing the tires of Tracy Dean, her school principal, her dad realizes that he doesn’t have it in him to do anything to change her behavior. Seeing it as his only option, he decides to send her away to a boarding school for girls. Before she is sent away, Becky gets one last lecture from her friend (and secret crush) Ryan, and his warning that she is in real need of a long, hard spanking both haunts and excites her.

  An Unexpected Husband:

  Skye Martin was hoping for nothing more than some no-strings excitement on her island vacation. What she did not expect was to return home and find out a few months later that her harmless fling had left her pregnant with the child of a man she hardly knew. What she expected even less was for that man to suddenly, by coincidence, be thrust back into her life.

  Shaun Collins had lost hope that he would ever again see or hear from the beautiful, sweet girl he’d met on his trip, and the fact that he was about to be a father had never entered his mind. Upon suddenly finding himself close to Skye again and learning that she is carrying his child, he knows what needs to happen. His baby needs a father, and Skye needs a husband. Skye shows no interest in that arrangement, however.

  Unfortunately for Skye, Shaun doesn’t plan to take no for an answer, even if that means his hand will need to be applied frequently and firmly to her beautiful, bare bottom.

  Chapter One

  Two pairs of long bare legs attached to two perky bottoms, barely covered with scraps of shiny pink material that were supposed to be their dresses, were poked up in the air as the terrible two bent over... intent on their task...

  Each girl swung a hammer into the underside of the brand new SUV. Becky winced as her hammer split right through the shiny black paint making a hole in the metal. “Oh no!” she drawled drunkenly through her teeth.

  Kendall dropped her hammer onto the cement garage floor with a clunk and peered at the damaged vehicle through one bloodshot eye, the other had a stray false eyelash sticking it together. “That'sh not good,”she stated obviously.

  Becky whimpered. She thought she was going to be sick and her head was thumping. The front right panel of Ryan's brand new car was now a crumpled mess. It had started with a dent but now after she and Kendall had tried to fix it themselves, it was sporting an actual hole. “Ya thinksh?!” Becky barked. “We're gonna be in BIG twouble.”

  “Uh huh,” Kendall said. She sighed deeply.

  Even in her drunken state Becky felt terrible. This was supposed to have been a fun night; her best friend's bachelorette party.

  “We shouldna driven it here,” Kendall said. Becky just stared into space vacantly while she tried to get her brain to come to life and help. It didn't. Kendall gave her friend a poke; Becky nodded.

  “We have to gettit outta here now,” she said as she suddenly started sobering up just a little.

  A few days earlier...

  “It's so beautiful and shiny,” Becky said, clicking photos on her phone.

  “You are not under any circumstances to touch this car until I get back,” Ryan stated firmly.

  “As if I want to touch your silly car anyway,” Becky said.

  “Uh huh,” Ryan said, “then why are you madly taking photos?”

  “To show Kendall,” she responded. “Just because I think it's pretty doesn't mean I want to drive it.”

  “Hmm. Well just to be clear: don't. It's much bigger than you're used to and it isn't automatic.”

  “I get it Ryan. I won’t touch the car,” she said saucily.

  Ryan narrowed his eyes. “And a LOT less attitude might just save you from going to Kendall's bachelorette party with your butt on fire.”

  “Sorry,” Becky said sweetly. “It's a lovely car and it's all yours. I get it.”

  “No you don't. What's mine is yours,” he said, but at the twinkle in Becky's eye he grabbed her wrist. “BUT and this is the but that will save your BUTT, don't touch it until I get back.”

  “Ok, I get it.”

  Ryan kissed his wife's sweet lips and then went to grab the rest of his stuff. Mike was due any minute now to pick him up. In place of a bachelor party Mike had opted for a few days away with the guys fishing. Somewhere where he wouldn't have to listen to anything lace or cake or music related. He just wanted to marry Kendall and all the rest was just noise. His friend needed a break, and so did he.

  “Becky! He's here!” Ryan called as Mike pulled in front of the house.

  She came out and kissed her husband goodbye and waved them all off as they drove away.

  “Freedom!” she sang as she jogged back into the house to call Ken
dall.

  * * *

  The next night...

  “Are you kidding me?” Becky asked the girl on the other end of the phone. She stomped her bare foot, not that the girl could even see that. “No, I'm really sorry. If there was anything else I could do I would. There just aren't anymore cars available.”

  “Well, thank you anyway,” Becky said quietly. No point in yelling at the girl, it wasn’t about to fix the problem. Wow, she DID have a problem. How on earth she was going to get Kendall, herself and six other girls safely to the city was beyond her. It was her DUTY. She was the maid of honour after all; she wasn’t about to let Kendall down. She couldn't.

  “Maybe we should just go local, hon,” Kendall said, her face etched with concern.

  “No. Honestly, it'll be fine, I swear,” Becky said, trying to sound convincing.

  “Uh huh,” Kendall said. “You get a scratch on that car and Ryan will kill you.”

  “I won't. Anyway, I won't drive it myself. He told ME not to drive it; he didn't say anything about someone else. All we have to do is get another driver.”

  “Ok, I guess that could work. Have anyone in mind?”

  “Well, there's Lance, he was over here helping Ryan the other day. I'm sure he'd be glad to earn a little money. He drove his Dad's truck when he was here so I know he can manage it.”

  “Hmm, ok, maybe we should phone Ryan and ask.”

  “I don't wanna bother him,” Becky said quickly. Or give him the opportunity to say no, she thought. They were married. He had said it himself, everything that was his was hers and vice versa. “I'll go call Lance now.”

  * * *

  The opportunity to earn a few extra dollars was VERY appealing to Lance. There was a party that he wanted to go to but he figured this would be better. He was saving to buy a car of his own. When he thought about it, he realized he might actually be able to do both. The other party was closer to the city. Maybe he could drop them off and then go to the party for a while and then go back and pick them up.

  “So you're ok with tomorrow?” Becky asked.

  “Yeah, sure,” Lance said. He hoped that Ryan was ok with him driving his new car, but hey, if Becky said it was ok, it must be.

  * * *

  “All set,” she said to Kendall when her friend picked up her phone. “Wait until you see what we all have to wear!”

  * * *

  “Think they're gonna be ok?” Mike asked distractedly. The tent was set up, the food safely stored and the fire set, ready to light when they were ready. The boys were all checking their poles in preparation for their first attempt at fishing. They all were determined to catch lunch, but Mike was clearly distracted.

  “Yeah,” Ryan smiled. “They're just gonna blow off some steam, they have a car booked so no one has to drive.”

  “I think Kendall's pretty keen on Karaoke,” Mike said with a low chuckle.

  “Uh huh,” Ryan said with a grin. “And THAT is why we're in the middle of nowhere fishing; far, far away from tipsy singing girls.”

  “Yes we are,” one of the other men chuckled. “Now can we just get on with the fishing and forget about the girls for a while?”

  “Ok, ok,” Mike said. He let the others walk on ahead a bit before saying what had been on his mind all day.

  “I have to tell you something,” he stated. He hoped he didn't spoil Ryan's weekend but he wanted to get it out of the way so he could relax and they could all enjoy the rest of their weekend.

  “Ok, I'm not liking the look on your face,” Ryan said.

  “It's not bad. Not really.”

  “Will you just spill? You've got me worried.”

  “My folks, they're kind of insisted on inviting Becky's dad and Tracy to the wedding.”

  * * *

  Ryan blew out a breath that was a mixture of relief and resignation. Resignation because it wasn't up to him or Becky who got invited to their wedding and relief because it had been on his mind that it was time — time for Becky to really make peace with her father and with Tracy. They'd visited New York on a few occasions, and Geoff and Tracy had been back for his and Becky's wedding, but it had been strained and it would have been even worse if he hadn't kept a tight reign on his young fiancé. He didn't want to force Becky into resolving this but this wedding just may be the push she needed. At least he could hope…

  “Don't worry... Becky will be fine.”

  “Really?” Mike asked.

  “Yes, really. She's an adult. She'll accept this without a murmur.”

  “Ok, then,” Mike said, “if you say so.”

  “I do. What did Kendall say?”

  “That Becky was NOT gonna be a happy camper and that she wasn't going to be the one to tell her,” he grinned.

  Ryan winced.

  “Ok, she could be right but I know she wouldn't do anything to ruin Kendall's day. She may react a little, but it won't be at the wedding.”

  “Ok,” Mike said. “Of course we were counting on her to be the entertainment.”

  “Not going to happen.”

  “Uh huh,” Mike said with a chuckle.

  * * *

  “Are you sure you want to do this?” Geoff asked. “You don't have to you know. I can make an excuse, say something's come up.”

  Tracy smiled and kissed him. She couldn't believe how lucky she was to have met such a gentle, caring man. There was only one thing that hung over their heads. Becky. Geoff tried to hide it but she could sense the sadness that lingered after each call to Becky. She knew he didn't regret marrying her but he did miss his daughter and she was pretty sure he was weighed down with a certain amount of guilt. It was enough already; this family feud was about to come to an end.

  “I'm sure,” she said with a smile, “it's going to be fine. Becky's an adult now. We'll talk, we'll find a way through all this so we can be a proper family.”

  “She isn't going to be happy.”

  “Not at first... but we have to fix this. She's your daughter and MY stepdaughter and she's going to be a big sister. I won't have this baby born into a war zone. I want peace for you, for me, for Becky, for Ryan and for this baby. One way or another I intend to have it.” Geoff smiled and kissed his wife lovingly.

  “You're right,” he said with a chuckle, “as always.”

  * * *

  Becky, Kendall and the rest of their gang all piled into the SUV. Lance did his best to keep his eyes and his focus on the road as the bunch of scantily clad young women giggled and drank cocktails. He was pretty sure Ryan wouldn't have approved and he knew that his Mom and Dad wouldn't have either. Apart from the alcohol they were consuming while he drove, they had more people in the car than there should have been, which meant someone wasn't buckled up. He just hoped the old deputy that was filling in for Mike was asleep somewhere on the job and he didn't get caught. He'd hate to explain this to his Mom or Dad. He sucked in a breath when his eyes darted sideways and caught a glimpse of the blonde next to him, her barely covered breasts pushed up provocatively out of the top of her skimpy pink sparkly top.

  Finally, he pulled up to where Becky asked him to park the car.

  “Thanks Lance,” she said, passing the kid his money. “I'll call you when we're ready to go home.”

  “Ok,” he said. “Is it ok if I go to my friend's house for a while? I'll be back in a couple of hours?”

  “Course hon,” she said. “Maybe you better give me the keys though,” her adult conscience kicking in a little.

  “Sure,” he said, tossing them to her. “Just buzz me when you're ready to go home.”

  The girls all disappeared into the first house and Ryan had crossed the road to meet his friends.

  * * *

  “Girls just wanna have fuuunnn,” Kendall and Becky sang very loudly and off key. Their friends all whooped and hollered and sang along with the girls that were holding microphones that they really didn't need. The rest of the place had been kept very entertained by the bunch of girls obviously out for a b
achelorette party. Eight girls all dressed in bright pink sparkling minuscule skirts, with brief tops and long white boots singing and dancing around the one girl with a sparkling pink cowboy hat had made the point of the celebration obvious. So had the light-up sash Kendall was wearing that read: Girls Night Out.

  * * *

  Lance waited and waited for his phone to ring. Nothing. His friends had long since gone home. He was left leaning against the car and waiting. He tried to ring Becky several times but her phone just rang out. He looked at the time on his phone: two in the morning. He was only about two hours after his curfew; his folks were gonna kill him. Finally, his phone rang.

  “Becky?” he asked, answering without looking at the ID. He was tired and cold and worried... he didn't think.

  “What time do you call this, young man?” his Dad's gruff voice asked. Oh shit, he thought.

  “Um... Dad... I ….ah....” He stood there mulling over what he was going to say when he got home, being surprised with a phone call didn't jog his mind at all. Nothing, absolutely nothing, came to mind. He finally had to settle on the truth.

  “Where are you?” His Dad's voice held just a hint of worry and he knew he couldn't lie.