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The Record Store Brat (Part 1 of complete story, M/F)

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Have had a few people ask about my writing, so I will share some from time to time. Wasn't sure which place to post so let me know if there's a better place than in the misc area.

Part One

4:05. On the dot. And there she was again.

Rob leaned back against the wall behind his counter and watched the pretty redhead as she walked into his record store. As she had on the other occasions when she’d visited his shop, she carefully avoided eye contact when she first came inside, opting instead to look around the store, as though she was browsing for something specific and was taking a few moments to figure out where she might be able to locate it. Rob took advantage of this time to browse her, allowing his eyes unfettered reign over her body, from the top of her bronze head of messy curls, and past her black and white Ramones t-shirt, with its home-cut neckline that now hung open over one shoulder. Small, firm breasts lay beneath Johnny Ramones head, little nipples puckered hard in the cool air conditioned room. A pair of frayed jeans, white with green leaves and red rose buds completed her outfit. Had the jeans been new, they might have been a preppy choice. But they were faded and well worn, as evidenced by the loose fringe of threads here and there, and the presence of tiny holes, one by her front right pocket, another over her left knee and a third riding low on her backside. Despite the peeks of skin through those holes and the bare shoulder she sported with her shirt, Rob felt certain it wasn’t all in an effort to be sexy. The jeans were frayed and holey because she’d worn them well and to excess. The shirt was flirty, but in an artsy way.

She dressed the way she was. Flirty. Cute. Teasing. She was sexy as a result of it, but Rob sensed she had no idea that was the outcome. She was the type of girl that seemed to not know how pretty she was, or how sexy. Which in his eyes, made her all the more tantalizing.

That was what he thought her to be like anyway. Admitingly, he could be completely wrong. He didn’t even know her name. Not yet anyway. He hoped today might change that.

So far she still hadn’t so much as glanced in his direction, which was pretty impressive, considering she had to have felt his eyes on her at least a little. After her initial overview of the store from just inside the entrance, she’d done the same thing she did every day when she came in, which was to start at the aisle of vinyl LPs immediately on her right, and begin to browse through them.

Rob kept his store in a unique way, compared to most other music vendors. Instead of categorizing into Country, Rock, Classical, Pop, etc, he chose instead to mix all genres of music together, segmenting only by the alphabet. So Mozart records were in the same general grouping in his store as Macklemore and Ryan Lewis, Bob Marley, Metallica, and Madonna. In that way, his organization was somewhat disorganized, at least according to his sister, Meredith, who sometimes helped out at the store. Rob chose to think of it as eclectic organization. He preferred it to having to figure out the appropriate category that certain crossover acts fell into; for example, should Kid Rock go under rap or rock? He’d even done a country album, so that was another option. Rob’s alphabetic system kept customer questions to a minimum when it came to finding an artist. But his current customer had complained about it to him every time she’d come in.

As if on cue, she turned her head to him suddenly now and said, “I wish you’d organize by category. Seeing ACDC next to Air Supply is scary.”

He grinned at her. “Sorry. I’ll take your suggestion into consideration.”

She slanted a doubtful look his way, her bright green eyes sparkling. “Sure you will.” She stepped down to the next section of records, dragging the sole of her left black converse sneaker behind her. She bent over the records, flipping rapidly through the LP’s with her slender fingers, and providing Rob with a great view of her round bottom cheeks.

"Do you actually sell any of these records?" she asked, scrunching up her nose. She reversed back to the first section, pulled out a copy of ACDC Back in Black, and carefully tipped out the enclosed vinyl. "Do people even still own record players?"

"I have a bunch of regular clients," Rob answered. "LP sales in general are on the rise. It's become, for lack of a better word, fashionable again. There are pictures all over the internet of celebrities who are promoting their vinyl sales and the appreciation of vinyl media again. Some even offer signed vinyl albums at their concerts. And there's a market too for special vinyl editions. Lady Gaga's had a couple out. Green Day and the Dropkick Murphy's have, as well. “He shrugged.”Everything old becomes new again. Some people like hearing the crackles and pops in the background. They feel it's part of the music's soul. Plus there's the nostalgia aspect. My first music experiences were on vinyl, that sort of thing."

It was past closing time, and he cleared his throat as he moved out from behind the register to go to the door and turn his sign over. Next he locked the door, turning back to face her and finding that she was watching him.

“Oh, I’m sorry, is it closing time?” she asked innocently.

As if she didn’t know. She came in at the same time every day, ever since the first day he’d been open just slightly longer than usual due to helping a customer with a large order. That first time, he’d told her he was technically closed, but she was still welcome to browse after he locked up and until he was ready to leave after closing up shop. Every day since then she’d been back, browsing and flirting. Never once had she actually made a purchase.

If Rob was spoken for, he wouldn’t have put up with her nonsense. But he wasn’t spoken for. And she was damn cute.

He figured even if she never bought a thing, he was still enjoying her company, though she could certainly be a bit of a brat. If he was honest, he had to admit that he would gladly give up selling a vault of LP’s to her, if in exchange she allowed him to kiss her.

Oh course, that wasn’t the only thing he thought about doing to her. It just happened to be one of the top items on his list.

In answer to her question, Rob nodded, and added his usual amendment: “Not to worry. Go ahead and browse. Just let me know if you need any help.”

“Thanks. I will.”

She was humming quietly as she slid her conversed feet down the next length of aisle. He watched her as he hit the Z key on the cash register, which would print out a list of cash transactions for the day. One of the LPs had caught her attention and she was carefully looking it over, reading the song list on the back. After a few moments of consideration, she placed it in a new position in the stack, so that now that stack was out of order. In addition to not putting it back correctly, she also turned the record so that it was sitting on the ledge with one corner sticking up.

Rob clenched his jaw as he watched her do this.

She glanced back at him with an impish grin. Then, while he watched she did that same thing in the next aisle with another two records, placing them out of order and cockeyed. As though this was perfectly normal, acceptable behavior, she moved further down the stack, switching her hips as though just barely fighting back the urge to skip or dance down the aisle.

He’d asked her before not to come in here and screw up the racks in this manner. She’d told him she was doing him a favor, that by misfiling an occasional record, and by placing them cocked up as well, his customers might be made curious enough to consider a record they weren’t even there to look for. She told him it was like when the grocery store reorganized their aisles; just when you knew the store you shopped weekly by heart, suddenly everything was in a new place, and in looking for the items you wanted to buy, you came across items you usually didn’t see and bought a few of those as well.

Rob thought she just liked pushing his buttons. She’d come in here often enough to know that he was a bit of a neat freak. She’d seen him cleaning up the records from previous shoppers, and she’d watched him as he did his closing ritual of cleaning up the entire store, making sure stacks of sale brochures where all aligned in neat piles and ensuring that the stacks of records were all uniformly settled in their appropriate areas.

In the next aisle, she found a copy of Guns and Roses Appetite for Destruction and after admiring the album for a moment, she laid it flat on top of the other upright albums instead of back in line with them. She shot Rob a challenging look across the store and stepped down to the next group of records.

Rob folded his arms over his chest and watched her, waiting to see just how far she was going to push him today.

At this next shelf, she pulled all the records towards her and as she flipped through them one by one, she alternately flipped them up so that the last record in line sat as it should on its flat bottom edge, then the next record sat on one corner with its right top corner flipped up. The record after that sat on the opposite corner with its left top corner flipped up. And from there on she repeated the pattern.

She was about halfway through this little project, a little mischievous smile on her face, when she was abruptly stopped by Rob’s hand appearing on her own.

“That’s enough,” he growled at her, frowning at her look of innocent surprise. He removed her hand gently from the row of records and guided her away from the stack with his other hand. “I don’t mind you coming in here late and keeping me past closing. I really don’t. In fact, I kind of like it.” He blinked at the admission; he hadn’t intended to say that out loud, but it was too late to take it back now. “I don’t even really care that you don’t buy anything! But I’m not standing by anymore while you screw up my stacks.”

“Oh.” She pouted up at him, not liking the scolding tone of his voice. “I’m sorry.”

“You should be. Now I want you to go back to those records you just messed up and you put them back the way they were. Understand?”

She blinked at him for a moment and Rob knew he’d caught her off guard with his bossy instruction. After a few moments hesitation, with him staring hard at her, she nodded mutely and turned to do as he’d bid.

He watched her like a hawk, making sure that she didn’t pull any more stunts. When she’d completed cleaning up her mess, she turned back to him and he thought she looked genuinely unsure of herself. Her flirty air was gone. For a moment, his stomach dropped and he worried that even though he’d wanted to stop her blatant misbehavior, what he might have done instead was stop her from ever coming back.

Shit.

“I guess I better get out of your hair,” she said sadly, moving towards the door.

“Wait a minute,” he said, close on her heels. When she didn’t stop at first, he grabbed her wrist, and tugged her back. “I want to be clear here, okay?”

She nodded, looking from his hand on her wrist up into this face, her expression uncertain.

“You can come in here any time. Okay? I don’t mind you being here after closing. You can browse all you want. You can tell me all your ideas for how you think I should organize my racks. Just don’t go off and make it your business to do that yourself. You hear me?”

“Um, sure,” she said hesitantly. Her eyes were like saucers in her face.

“I catch you at it again, there’s going to be consequences.”

Her eyebrows rose at that. Some of her bravado returned in her voice as she challenged with, “Really? What consequences exactly?”

Rob swallowed hard. What the hell, she’d probably never come back again after today anyway. He’d dreamed about saying it to her, and about actually doing it since that first day she’d come in and messed with his merchandise. “You come in here again and screw up my stacks and I’m going to spank your butt.”

A surprised gasp that was more than half laughter expelled from her lungs. She stared at him, her already big eyes rounding out even more. He stared right back at her, not laughing, his face set and determined.

“You’re kidding me,” she insisted, still staring at him in disbelief.

Rob simply shook his head. “No joke. You’ve been warned. If you don’t believe me, try it and find out.”

A hoarse bark of laughter was his response to that dare. “I think I’ll be leaving on that note,” she announced. He watched as she went to the door, flipped the lock back open and stepped outside into the sunlight, glanced back only once to meet his eyes and shake her head at him in disbelief. Wanting to appear uncaring about her abrupt departure, he pushed the door closed behind her, meeting her eyes through the window in the top half, and locked it with a twist of his wrist.

Then he forced himself to turn away from the view of her walking away from his store, and him, for the last time.

4:20.

Rob sighed, his eyes staring at the clock, then flicking over to the entrance to his store. She was a no show. He’d told himself to expect it, but there’d still been a flicker of hope in his heart anyway.

Stupid, stupid, he scolded mentally. Why did I have to go and open my big mouth?

For as long as he could remember, Rob had fantasized about spanking a woman. He couldn’t even trace the obsession back to any one place in time. He couldn’t remember a time when he wasn’t drawn to that as part of his sexual appetites. Until now, it had only been a fantasy of his – a bare bottomed lady writhing over his lap while he toasted her with his hand, paddle, strap, etc. He’d never worked up his nerve to approach the subject with his past girlfriends, never trusting their reactions to be positive. God only knew why he’d so brazenly broached the topic with his record store brat.

A smirk appeared on his face. That was how he thought of her. His record store brat. Why would he threaten to spank a woman he hardly knew – he still didn’t even know her name! And he was still stalling. Still standing here, staring at the door, willing her to suddenly appear and open it.

Despite chastising himself mentally, Rob didn’t budge from behind the counter. His gaze didn’t shift from the shop door.

An upbeat Chuck Berry album was playing on the stereo, filing the shop with happy songs about fun and youth and women. It seemed to Rob that at least half of the catchy tunes were titled with woman's names and that just made him wonder more about what mystery brat's name might be. As each new minute passed by without her appearance, the chipper music grated on his nerves more and more.

Rob shook his head in disgust and forced himself across the store. He’d just lock up and get the hell out of here. Maybe stop on the way home for a drink…

He stopped dead in his tracks two steps before the door.

She was walking towards his store, just several yards down the sidewalk.

His heart thumped hard and fast as he spun abruptly on his heel and strode at a pace just short of a run back behind the counter.

Act normal, he admonished himself. Calm down – she might just be coming back to tell you to go fuck yourself.

Of course, even if he could get himself to come across calm and cool, she’d see past that anyway. He was open over thirty minutes late at this point, just because he was hoping she’d still show up.

The bell jingled as the girl stepped through the shop door. Rob looked up from where he stood trying to look business like. He met her eyes and tried to think of what to say. She looked away from him nervously.

“I… I thought I might be too late,” she said after a long moment of tense silence.

“Nope.” Rob hoped his tone was light. “You just caught me. I was just getting ready to lock up.”

“You don’t mind if I browse while you’re closing up?”

Same old routine. No mention of what he’d said the last time they’d meant. She was pretending everything was normal.

He shrugged. “Not at all. Take your time.”

She shot him a sideways look, and there was no mistaking the mischievous glint in her eye. “Here, I’ll lock the door for you,” she offered.

He watched as she flipped the lock. There was a roller shade on the top of the door that he almost never used. After a moment’s consideration she pulled the shade down as well.

The entire front of his store was windows, of course. She couldn’t shade them from all eyes out on the street. But it had been raining nearly all day and although it had finally stopped, it was still dreary and unpleasant outside. No one was out walking the street; hardly any cars were going by.

They were essentially alone.

Rob watched in silence as she did her usual routine, casually moving from one group of stacked records to another. She flipped through, looking more carefully from time to time at a record of interest. Damn, he thought with disappointment. She’s going to be good today.

He was openly watching her. He didn’t see any sense in pretending to be preoccupied by work. She wasn’t here for records, that much he knew for sure. She was curious, at least. Or bored. Or something.

He refused to think of the possibility that he most hoped was true. That she liked him, as he liked her. That she was attracted to him.

That maybe the thought of him spanking her hadn’t repelled her the way she’d acted like it had.

That maybe the threat of a spanking from him had been part of what made her come back.

She glanced over her shoulder at him and an impish smile flashed over her face. “So, I guess I shouldn’t do this with the records, right?” Asking this, she dislodged one LP from its place on the shelf and put it in front of the next stack over.

Rob’s eyebrows rose. “That’s right. You definitely should not do that. We talked about that.”

She nodded, slowly rolling her hips as she ambled through the aisle. Today she wore a long gypsy style skirt in varying shades of turquoise. Her top was a gauzy white thing with ruffled sleeves and hem. Her small feet were in white sandals. A slim ankle bracelet of bells gave her a soundtrack as she walked.

Glancing his way again, she said, “And this, I definitely shouldn’t do this, right?”

This time she went through a row of albums, cocking them up at varying corners and generally making a big, ugly mess of the covers.

Rob folded his arms over his chest. “No. Definitely you should not do that.”

She nodded, a look of serious concentration on her face, as though she was really concentrating at memorizing his rules. She moved on further into the store, leaving her mess as it was. When she came to the end of the aisle, where he had displayed new LP’s available this week, she gathered them all up in a bundle and started putting them in her own disorder across the table. When she finished, she looked over at him, and this time he saw the way her eyes danced.

“How about that? Is that something I shouldn’t do?”

Rob shook his head.

“We need to have ourselves a little meeting, I think,” he said. She watched as he rolled the sleeves of his dress shirt to the elbows. Then with an innocent gasp, she followed behind him, pouting prettily, as he took her wrist and led her back into his office in the back of the store.

Her pout gave way to a smile when they entered his office. She glanced at him and wiggled her eyebrows. "What a surprise. It's as neat as a pin back here too."

Rob shrugged. She elbowed him playfully, marking the first time she'd initiated physical contact. Her elbow was sharp but the result was a flash of electric warmth on his skin. A slow grin spread over his face.

"What can I say? It's a part of me I guess."

She nodded. "I know what you mean. Just with me, it's not neatness that's ingrained in who I am."

He studied her for a moment, wondering about her. "So, um, let's start with your name. What's your name?"

She laughed, a sound that was huskier than he would have guessed. "Oh, I guess that makes sense. If you're about to spank somebody, you might want to know their name." Her blue eyes danced with mirth, even after she'd stopped laughing. "It's Cari. I'm Cari."

Rob nodded. "Nice to meet you Cari. I'm Rob." He stuck out his hand and she put her smaller one inside of his. She had on three silver bangle bracelets that clinked musically as they shook hands.

"Nice to officially meet you, too." She took in a big, deep breath and pulled a face at him. "Oh, my gosh, what am I doing here? I must be crazy."

"I thought you weren't coming back," he admitted. "I thought I scared you off." He shrugged. "I was so relieved when you walked through that door. Relieved and happy."

"I was scared. Well, no, not exactly. I'm... nervous. I'm... curious. Sorta... excited?" She pulled a face again. "That's weird, right?" Cari shook her head. "I don't know. I... I, um... I thought all night about you and that moment you said you'd..." Her face lit up scarlet red. "Well, you know. I couldn't stop thinking about it. And then when I went to sleep last night I had the most erotic dream about it. About you." She wrinkled her nose. "You, um, doing that to me. And so, here I am, I guess."

"I'm really glad you came back," Rob said. He looked down and realized suddenly that he was still holding her hand. They'd never let go after they'd stopped shaking hands. Her gaze followed his and she seemed equally surprised to find her hand still inside of his. He winked at her. "After we take care of our business, I want to hear all about that little dream of yours."

There was that sexy, husky laugh again. God, just listening to that laugh was making him aroused. He couldn't imagine how he would keep from tearing her clothes off after he finished spanking her.

There was a little love seat in his office. He tugged her towards it and she followed willingly, her eyes round and unwavering.

"Be gentle," she whispered.

Rob chuckled. "By definition, a spanking isn't gentle." He stopped at the sofa, turned to face her and tipped her chin up. "But I will be careful. And you just say, um... 'Neatness' if you need me to stop completely. Okay?"

She laughed again, this time laying her forehead against his chest. "Okay. You got it. ‘Neatness.’ How appropriate."

"Okay, then. Here we go."

"Wait! Have you... Done this before?"

"Um. No. Only in my own dreams. And I've read about it, online.”

She nodded. She let out a shaky breath. "Okay.” She laughed nervously. “Well, I hope you read carefully mister! I hope you took good notes!”

He squeezed her hand. Her eyes met his and for a moment all that mattered on Earth was them, and that room, and that moment.

“Oh God, I’m shaking like a leaf! Just do it now! Before I change my mind!”

Rob wasted no more time after that. He'd waited a long time for this chance and he wasn't going to prolong it any longer. In front of him was a pretty woman who seemed as attracted to him as he was to her AND she was consenting to being bottom up over his lap for a spanking.

No one needed to tell him twice!


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