Bully Revenge, Pt.2

It was late afternoon when my custom-painted-Porsche Cayenne pulled in to the lot of the Coombs Inn, a quaint little B&B in the historic district, just off the boardwalk, at the mouth of the Apalach river.

“Wha…why here?” Jordynn asked.

“I help the couple that own this place” I reply. “My place is in the gated community over on St. Georgina Island, right on the beach. You really didn’t think I’d take you there, do you?” I let that insult burn in, then continued, “These people keep a little bungalow held just for me. Ever wonder why circuit judges & power-people stay here?” Pulling down to the end, there was one small bungalow separate from the main building, connected only by a sidewalk. As we enter the place I tell her “So J…like I said before, here is where you get to prove your commitment.”

Jordynn walked in and turning, in her best pleading voice said “Johnathan…….”

“You know,” I tell her, “I have my fingers in a lot of things. Like I am aware that you & David are applying for some type of disability income, plus rental assistance. Let’s just say I can help or hurt that process.” I had the Johnsons that own this Inn hold this for me. I provided the furniture, and they keep the room clean, the linens changed, and don’t ask questions. Let’s just say the room has had it’s uses.”

I smiled smugly as I took a seat in the large wicker padded chair, & I discreetly flipped the hidden switch controlling the multiple pinhole cameras I had located in the room on. Smiling, I tell Jordynn “OK J, stand right here,” indicating the spot, “Undress for me, but leave the panties.” Seeing her start to turn away I stop her “No Ma’am! You look at me while you strip.”

“Does it make you feel good to treat me like this?” Jordynn hissed. Pulling her blouse over her head revealed some ink and the strapless, underwire bra supporting her generous C cups.

“Did it make you feel good to shame me so much growing up?” I shot back, adding in a lewd manner “Love those barbell nipples…”

Jordynn huffed as she released the bra and allowed ‘em to swing free. Kicking off her shoes and unbuttoning her pants she said. “But Johnathan, I have really repented– “

“Like Hell you have.” I blurted out, cutting her off. Standing up & stepping towards Jordynn, I continued, “Like when your Cousin Jessica set that Prom date with me, then stood me up? That kind of repentance?” Jordynn’s pants were already undone, so I grabbed them. “You NEVER letup on me Jordynn,” and with a forceful jerk I yanked her pants down as far as her knees, making her yelp, “So why SHOULD I let up on you?”

Opposite the antique wrought Iron bed was a huge, three panel antique dressing mirror.