Susie's Secret - Part 3

It was nearly noon before Jim slowly traversed the staircase to the little studio apartment. He didn't feel good about himself as he did so and hadn't felt that great since his tease, meant only as a little joke to Susanna earlier that morning in the garage. The man's intent was to apologize.

The fact was, Jim liked her. He was a lonely man, and the spritely, twenty-two year old blond gave him cheer, made him smile when he thought smiling was no longer an option for him. Susanna was a girl full of life and curiosity, a bright pixie who's sobs that morning had almost made the older man cry himself. He never intended to hurt the girl he had only seen once before, that being a couple of days after her birth many years before when his oldest friend sent him a picture of the newborn. Jim wanted to pay a visit, but distance and work made such a trip impractical.

Jim knocked lightly. There was nothing, and he strained to try and hear anything that might tell him something. "Susie?..." He called tepidly, waiting a moment or two before raising his voice an octave, "...Susanna?"

Still nothing. Jim could've used his own key on the door, but a turn of the knob found it was unecessary. He walked in slowly, peered through the kitchenette into the small living-room. His eyes caught her there, the girl huddled at one end of the sofa. Susanna seemed to take no notice as her green eyes stared off into space. She wasn't crying anymore, but the bright perky face was dour. He walked to the couch slowly then, feeling worse than before, feeling her sadness in his own heart. Glancing to his right, he saw atop the long narrow dresser that he had built himself a suitcase with some of her things already neatly folded.

"Here to make fun of the pervert again, Jim?" She said softly.

That hurt the man. Susanna had called him Uncle-Jim almost from the first week she was there, a little joke between the two after the girl chided him for doting over her and being overly-concerned for her welfare, which was what her mother had intended. Jim not only didn't mind the term of affection but relished it happily.

He stepped closer. "I didn't mean to make fun at all, Susie..." He told her sincerely, "...I thought that you knew that your mom had told me about..." The voice trailed off.

Susanna didn't look at him, her soft cheeks showing just a hint of that embarrassed blush again. "THAT was my first mistake. I shouldn't have told her, I shouldn't have told anyone. I should've just let it go and kept right on pretending like some kid!"

Jim heard a little sniffle from the charmer. He sighed and sat down beside the girl, then slowly tried to comfort her by putting his hand around her shoulder. Susanna didn't recoil from the touch of the rough palm on her, nor was she promoting it. "So, you're just different than some people, that's all. It doesn't matter to me. If it did, I would've mentioned it sooner, or maybe not even allowed you to come here at all."

Perhaps it was the texture in the man's voice rather than the words themselves that calmed the blond's feelings. She finally turned her eyes to him now. Susanna then relaxed her muscles and leaned closer to the older man. It did feel comforting, both his words and touch, and she sighed a little.

"Thing is..." Susanna began, "...What bothered me the most was why I had those feelings. I realized when I started to pack this morning what it was, almost like I kept trying not to know what was happening."

Jim listened, felt the girl relax, and furthered the comfort by massaging the warm soft skin of her shoulder and arm. Suzie sighed again, enjoying this attention, as it was the first time in her mind that anyone cared enough to listen and try to understand.

"Where was I going to go?..." Susanna asked rhetorically. "...Not back home to mom, that's for sure. I have no job, no money, so I couldn't move from you either. Then it hit again. All of a sudden all I wanted to do was punish myself."

Jim smiled lightly, his words toned with the wisdom of his age. "And it happens every time you do something you're not supposed to do, or you don't do something you're supposed to do."

Susanna held a breath a little longer than necessary, and her eyes widened slightly as she looked at Jim directly. The man had put it so simply and plainly, and he smiled a little more as his own eyes stared at the tender face. He spoke calmly and softly as he furthered the expalnation.

"I don't have to be a shrink to tell you dear. You keep trying to be Susanna, but you're really just content and happy to be Susie."

As the girl sighed deeply and relaxed further, her bubbly smile returned. She giggled a touch, making JIm smile as well, then tossed out a little joke of her own. "Yeah. Little Susie, huh?"

Susie then felt it deep inside her, and as usual a quiver crept up the firm thighs under her jeans and encompassed the plump bottom. The little blush in her face grew deeper in hue, and slowly the smile ebbed. So did Jim's smile, and the pair never broke from eye-contact. Words seemed exchanged tele-pathically, and Jim felt certain sensations as well, sensations he never thought he would have, sensations he probably shouldn't have.

"Mom said I wasn't supposed to be a burden..." She whisped, sounding girlish, "...I'm really sorry."

Jim couldn't get the words out, wanting to tell the petite woman she wasn't a burden as Susie gently removed his hand from her shoulder. She turned to him, and rose up to kneel on the couch, her breath and pulse quickening. Jim was now a little ashamed, feeling his own arousal at looking at the girl's worried face, actually enjoying the fear as he had done in the garage earlier. He said nothing though he should have.

Susie slowly crawled across the older man's lap. She was deliberate in the action, watching herelf as the feelings inside her mind and body intensified. The girl heaved breath now, cooing trepiditiously as her hips laid over Jim's thighs.

Jim was surprised by his own allure at this. He watched the demure girl writhing gently, listened as the short, girlish sounds exited her lips, admired the plump ass draped over him. Jim then laid his rough but gentle hand on her thigh and began to carress upward as he too, began to breath a little more deeply. Jim then grinned with sinister intent at his control and her predicament, his palm smoothing over the denim-clad bottom as Susie strained to look. She'd never been spanked before by another, and the feelings inside her were multiplied ten-fold as she felt Jim's hand wandering. Then...

"Oh!..." Susie allowed as the hand swatted the backside. The spank was little more than a love-tap, and didn't hurt the girl, but something inside her said that the discipline was humiliating. She jerked only a bit, her eyes then widening as Jim smacked her a little harder. "...Uhh!"

Jim smiled slyly, with both lips and eyes. He was enjoying this, relishing his command and enjoying thoroughly the sounds coming out of Susie. He now slid his free arm across the cutie's waist and gripped it firmly, Susie arching up a little at the feeling of being held down before a harder slap struck the up-turned bottom. A breath shot from between her lips, the eyes widening at the delicate burn that reached through the denim to her flesh before the other half of her ass felt a similar smack.

"Oww!"

"You do like this, don't you dear?..." Jim now teased, sounding every bit like the man who tormented her in her mind. Suzie jumped at another smack of the rough hand, "...You rather like being Little Suzie, don't you?"

"Yes!!" Susie blurted, the answer coaxed by one final rap of of his hand. Jim, satisfied at the answer, then eased his grip, and he firmly but easily pulled the maiden back up to a kneeling position beside him. Susie looked into JIm's eyes in shock, her breath heaving and her hands immediately flinging back to carress her bottom.

It was hard to tell if Jim was emboldened by Susie's look, the fantasy of it all, the way her glistening green eyes seemed to speak to him, or all three. He smiled wickedly, then spoke as he rose, keeping his tone firm; "Fatherly"

"Well, you're certainly not gonna be a burden, that's for sure, sweetie! I have some things to do for a couple of hours, and in the meantime, you're gonna get that pretty little ass moving and clean this apartment up!..."

Susie's eyes were glued to him as the man turned, continued his lecture as he opened the drawers of the dresser and tossed more clothes into the suitcase. Her ears hung on every word, and his actions didn't even cause a stir of curiosity. With his back to her, Susie grinned softly in pleasure.

"...And I mean from top-to-bottom, young lady! TWO HOURS!!..." He paused to look at her then, saw the fleeting grin disappear though he noted it. By now, every stitch she owned was piled into the luggage. Jim's voice turned a little sinister, "...And just to make sure you're not tempted to go anywhere, my dear, you can just tidy-up...naked!"

Susie gasped and froze then as the blush intensified. The girl shuddered, grimaced momentarily, thought of telling him that it was too early in their little arrangement for that, but didn't want to risk losing the role-play.

"Take off your clothes Susie..." He ordered softly but sternly, "...And put them in here with the rest!"

The pretty girl felt the humiliation, and while it shamed her, the tingle in her honeyed skin and quivering of her ass combined and unleashed an arousing vibration in her pussy. The girl whimpered as she stood, looking at the older man, feeling his eyes wandering her soft curves as if awaiting to see how far the demure young woman would actually go. She smoothed her hips with trembling hands then, Jim watching carefully as Susie's dark desires pushed her fingers to un-snap the jeans.

To Be Continued...