FORBIDDEN A novel of Bondage and Discipline Written by Robert Storm (Punisher) (C) 1993 Storm Warning Ltd. FORBIDDEN CHAPTER 1 (1) Alone on Pensacola Beach. That's what I wanted to be when I abruptly got up and left Charlene sitting on the beach blanket. Not that we'd been engaged in a fireball of a conversation or anything. But looking back, I suppose it was a bit rude seeing as I didn't say a word. Not a very strong beginning for a story, is it? I'll explain a little further. I and several friends of mine decided in a spontaneous burst of wackiness to load the cars up and head out to Biloxi for the weekend. But calling ahead, we discovered there were no hotel rooms to be had. Which suited me just fine as I think Biloxi Beach is one of the trashiest beaches around. So I suggested we go to Pensacola or Panama Beach instead. Since it was then 2:00 am it was a simple matter of stopping at a local store to stock up and we were quickly on I-10. As luck would have it, the tourist season had ended, enabling us to acquire use of a nice beach house for the weekend. Granted, it cost a little more than would a hotel (Well, more than just a little more), but the prospect of a 3 bedroom beach house turned out to be much more attractive than two adjoining rooms at the Holiday Inn. The line-up for this excursion was my longtime friend Joe and his wife Leslie, Leslie's cousin Linda and her boyfriend Pete, and Linda's younger sister Charlene. I suppose Charlene and I were supposed to be `together' on this weekend. At least, this is how it would appear to an observer. Leslie and Linda had for a long time tried to throw the two of us together, so it was no surprise to find her along as the 6th member of our party. However, just coming out of a relationship had me looking to avoid another one for a bit. We arrived at about 7:00 am Saturday morning and immediately set out to take a little nap. With sleeping arrangements taken care of, (I was to share a room, (Not a bed) with Charlene) I did just that. I awoke around 1:00 pm to find I was alone in the place except for Charlene who was sitting at the dining room table reading one of those romance novels. Gratefully, I saw the coffeepot had been unpacked so I set about making myself a pot. My friends like to say I exist solely on coffee and cigarettes. This certainly isn't true as I also enjoy chocolate. The dining room overlooked the beach which at that moment looked positively inviting. Since Charlene was wearing only a long t-shirt, I assumed she had on her bikini. At this, I mentioned something about her sitting in there reading with that beach seeming to just call out for a visit. "I don't know." She replied turning to look out the sliding glass doors. "I wouldn't want to get sunburned on the first day." Fat chance of that. Her skin boasted one of those tans that always seem to piss most people off. In other words, perfect. I laughed and really didn't say a whole lot more. (2) Not because I didn't have anything else to say. But since I absolutely must have coffee to survive, i'm just not good company until two or three cups have been dumped into my tank. An hour later, the beckoning blue-green waves called out to me one too many times so I gave in and got into my swimming trunks and went out to swallow a little salt water. The other 4 of us were already out there and properly razzed me for just waking up. "I knew you'd need it so the first thing we took out was the coffee pot." Joe said. I laughed at him and looked around the beach, coming back with our long time joke about women. "Man! Tall ones, Short ones, Blondes, Brunettes, skinny ones, fat ones.. I AM IMPRESSED!!" Certainly, there were dozens of scantily clad women on the beach as would be expected for a late September weekend. My eyes surveyed and soaked up the sights appreciatively before noticing Charlene joined us sans t-shirt. I know you're expecting to hear all about Charlene since i've mentioned her so much. Here's what I know about her. She's 24, divorced, about 5'3" and 110 lbs. No maybe a little less. Perhaps 105 or so, never really gave it a lot of thought. She has curly dark brown hair which hung a little past her shoulders. Light brown eyes and a tan to kill for. In short, she's a doll. The bikini she wore was hot pink, Made even hotter in contrast to her dark tan. And as I was to soon discover, was made from that material you can see right through when wet. Yes, I looked close enough to notice that, i'm human! It still didn't dawn on me that Charlene was waiting for me to hit the beach before making her own appearance. But since i've not really thought too much about her in one way or another, as I don't know her that well. Rather, i've not taken the time to GET to know her. Later that afternoon, Joe and I were elected to go to the store and get the things we'd either forgotten or just decided we'd need. The ride proved to be not unlike (Arghhh! double negative!) other times we'd been alone. Meaning the conversation. "Dude. Did you see all the pussy on the beach?" He asked as if this fact was going to be news to me. Of course, Joe was more than a little drunk by this time. But these are the times when he's most fun to be around as there's no telling WHAT he might do or say. "Bro, I don't know what you're waiting for. But Charlene wants your little ass." He said in answer to me laughing at his first question. "Yeah?" I said, somewhat interested. "Yeah, why'd you think she's following you around everywhere you go?" I shrugged. "I dunno. You and her sharing a room, i'd fuck her until she walks bowlegged." My friend boasted. Until then, I didn't realize this option was one that was open to me. I didn't know whether Joe was telling the truth or not, but it was sure something to think about. (3) I'm a little weird. While liking sex just as much as the next guy, it has to mean something to me. I'm not the dude who will pick up a one night stand simply because i'm horny. So at this point, the prospect of working up a sweat between the sheets with Charlene wasn't one I was exactly into. But I decided i'd take some time and try getting to know her better. Of course wanting to see if there was anything there other than me liking the way she looked. Not that i'm in a position to be able to pick and choose girlfriends, me not being physically attractive. But I simply don't pursue relationships with women based on how good I think they look coming or going. The opportunity to do this came sooner than one might expect. When we returned to the beach house, it was empty. I told Joe I would go ahead and make dinner so he quickly vacated the premises to join everyone else at the beach. I like cooking so this was no imposition to me. My whole agenda for this weekend was basically to just relax. Cooking and walking on the beach are two things that help me to relax. Just as i'd gotten started preparing dinner, I heard the sliding doors open and close then footsteps behind me. "I'm amazed. A man who cooks. Every girl's dream." Charlene said, laughing. "Not really." I countered. "I always make a real mess when cooking and am ALWAYS too worn out from cooking to clean it up." More laughing. "Oh well, I guess I can't expect everything." she concluded as she peered into one of the pots that were beginning to steam. "Smells good." she said, committing the ultimate sin of picking out a carrot slice and eating it. I hate it when people do that to me. When she reached in to grab a piece of celery, I said "AHHH!" while playfully slapping the back of her hand. I was laughing at the same time, letting her know I wasn't totally serious. But she got the idea and pouted a little before sitting down at the table and deliberately crossing her legs. "How long is it going to take?" She wanted to know. "I'm starving." "About an hour or so." I said, absently stirring the contents. So left alone while cooking, Charlene and I had ample time to talk. And by the time dinner was finished and the rest of the troops filed in to eat, I discovered the ONLY thing I really liked about Charlene is the way she looked. She seemed to be always complaining about one thing or another. I don't mind listening, but too much complaining is a complete turn-off to me. (4) So with that little background provided, i'm back to where I started. Wanting to be alone on the beach. It was Monday evening, we'd all decided we were going to stay until Wednesday afternoon so there was no urgent partying. Charlene and I were both laying out on the beach blanket just soaking up the rays and doing only a little bit of talking. As I said in the beginning, not exactly a fireball of a conversation. I just got up and started walking down the almost deserted beach. The sun was beginning to go down, meaning the sun worshippers had left the altar for the day. I'd walked for about 10 minutes or so. Getting about 500 yards away from Charlene. My thoughts were centered around something that happened the previous evening. I was again left alone with Charlene (Come to think of it, we were left alone an awful lot during our stay in Pensacola.) Again, i'd volunteered to cook dinner to no one's objection. I was feeling pretty good and when she again made a move towards the unfinished dinner, I jokingly informed her that i'd take her over my knee if she stuck her hand in the pot. She raised her eyebrow and said "Oh yeah?" Wiggling her ass a little bit more than usual as she extracted a piece of a vegetable and looked at me with a daring expression on her face while putting it in her mouth. By daring, I mean she appeared to be daring me to carry out my threat. I responded to this challenge by wrapping an arm around her slim waist and delivering a a little pat of a slap to her t-shirt and bikini clad ass. She squealed in mock terror, jumping around holding her butt while exclaiming that she'd have to eat while standing up. Then she was standing close to me, with her t-shirt conveniently raised in the back. "What would you do if I took a whole handful?" she said somewhat teasingly, her voice lowered to almost a whisper. The temptation to see where this would lead was great. "Order a pizza" I replied stepping away from her and tending to the cooking. Charlene giggled, but there was a different sort of look on her face. A look i've seen on several occasions in the past. In was the look of a woman who for one reason or another, was thinking of some way to get me to spank her. This is what I was thinking about while walking along the beach. The number of people (or rather available women) I knew who were into B&D in one form or another could be counted on hands and feet. I'd gotten to the point where other things about someone I didn't necessarily like took a back seat if they were into or interested in B&D. My instincts were telling me Charlene was one of these people. No, that doesn't mean I was ready to forget what i'd previously said I didn't like about her. It just means that her possibly being into B&D made me want to probe a little deeper. Perhaps i'd like her more if I took more time. (5) A hurricane awaited me upon my return to the beach blanket. "Where did YOU go?" Charlene asked in an accusing tone. "Just walking." I said, turning my eyes away to gaze at the sunset. "You could have asked me to go with you." She continued, seeming to be genuinely upset. And sounding a lot like my ex-wife. I turned toward her and saw she looked to be upset as well. I chose my words carefully. "Yes, I could have." I started. "But seeing as my purpose was to be by myself for a little while, asking you to come along would have defeated that purpose." It was the wrong thing to say as I immediately found out. "Shit, Robert! If you didn't want to be around me, you should have just said so." I was about to say something, but didn't get the chance because Charlene was on a roll. "I don't need to be fuckin hanging around some asshole who doesn't want to be near me." She said, her voice rising. I don't have a whole lot of patience for scenes such as this. "Perhaps if you'd be a little less quick to come to conclusions and wonder WHY I wanted to be alone for a bit, you'd understand." Her mouth opened but I cut her off with my hand, holding it out in the `stop' sign. "As it turns out, I wanted to think about whether I could look past your obvious like of bitching and complaining and see whether or not I could get interested in you." I paused to give her a chance to reply when she declined to do. She looked to be on a slow boil. "Now to be honest, i'm quickly finding that task harder and harder to accomplish." Now that i'd just revealed my reservations about her, I was interested in seeing how she would respond. I omitted the part about being interested because she may be into B&D. That's not something I feel I can just come out and say even if it turned out that she was. Charlene didn't say anything. She looked at me with narrowed eyes and mumbled something about me being alone all I wanted. And promptly treated me to the rear view as she stalked away and into the house. I wasn't ready to go inside just yet. So I walked a little closer to the water and let the waves lap over my feet and ankles. A few minutes later Linda came outside asking me what happened. I told her exactly what transpired and saw her nodding her head. "Yeah, Charlene's a strange one." Linda said. "She constantly bitched at her ex while constantly calling him a wimp for letting her bitch at him all the time. I think that's why she ended up leaving him." Another signal. It seemed she wanted someone who would flat out tell her to shut up and quit complaining. "So do you like her?" Linda asked. "Not really." I said, then as an afterthought added. "Maybe if she did a little less complaining I could get to like her." She was laughing at me. "Good luck with THAT." Linda said. "I don't know of anyone who's been able to pull that trick off." I just shrugged and looked off into the Gulf of Mexico. (6) "You know she's liked you for a long time?" She asked. "No I didn't" I answered in all honesty. "Yes, she says she's liked you ever since that night at Joe and Leslie's." I hadn't the slightest idea of which night she was referring to. "Uhh.. When was that?" I wanted to know. "Right before you started seeing Sherry. When you told her something about looking past the cover." Oh yeah. Now I remembered. The six of us were playing cards and Charlene was complaining about some guy she liked who didn't appear to like her in return. "I don't know what his problem is. I have nice tits." She said grabbing and pushing them upwards. "I'm not bad looking." I looked up from my hand (A lousy hand anyway) and said. "Good for sex but not necessarily a relationship." "What do you mean?" She asked. "I mean if someone likes you only because you have nice tits all they could possibly want is sex." I explained. "That isn't always true." Charlene countered. "I'm only speaking for the way I see things. Perhaps this guy is looking past the cover and doesn't like what he sees inside." I glanced back at Linda "I wasn't lying to her." I said. "No you weren't. She's admired you for saying that." "That's nice to hear. I just can't get past what i don't like about her." "Umm. She's in there wondering what YOUR problem is now." Linda said, gesturing toward the beach house. "Probably." I chuckled. "Maybe i'll sit down and have a talk with her." "I'm not sure that's a good idea right now." "Why?" "Let's go inside. You'll see."