These characters belong to Janet E. and I received no compensation for this story.
Punishable or Not
Ranger sat at his desk studying the package in front of him. He noticed the ceiling cam zooming in for a close-up. No doubt Stephanie was watching from the control room.
Too bad she hadn’t seen the humor in the crate incident, he thought. Damned if she hadn’t come up with a punishment list and it began with a Tasty cake.
He sighed deeply, picked up the package and started unwrapping the cake. Suddenly he stopped. There was one thing he could do that might teach her to rethink her not so bright ideas.
Stephanie is about to get a lot more than she bargained for with her Tasty Cake punishment he thought and his lips twitched in just the barest hint of a smile.
He began to carefully peel the packaging back. Slowly, one piece at a time, he peeled each piece away from the Tasty Cake. Then he slowly moved his tongue across his lips and bit his bottom lip seductively. He touched his finger to the Tasty Cake then put it to his mouth and lightly sucked on it. He sighed deeply, never taking his eyes off the Tasty Cake
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Sitting in the control room, Stephanie’s eyes had widened and she leaned closer to the security monitor. “What’s going on?” she muttered.
Les and most of the Rangeman crew were standing behind her. At first they were laughing at Ranger as he looked at the Tasty cake with that strange expression on his face.
They watched as Ranger picked the cake up and held it to his lips then slowly opened his mouth. He closed his eyes as he bit into the cake, and let out a moan that made Stephanie squirm uncomfortably in her chair.
There had been a few chuckles from the crew when Ranger peeled the wrapper off, but once he started eating the Tasty cake, the control room got deathly quiet, except for the giggles, gasps and groans from the occupants.
Stephanie was mesmerized as Ranger took another bite. This time crumbs fell on his shirt, although a few remained on his mouth. His tongue slipped out to slowly caress his lips as he captured the errant crumbs.
Stephanie’s nose was almost touching the screen. She was holding onto the chair and biting her lip to keep from licking the screen. When she saw him lay the cake back on the desk, she sighed and sank back in her chair.
On the monitor, Ranger reached down and pulled the front of his t shirt up, exposing his abs, while he licked the crumbs off of the shirt. He pulled his shirt completely off, flexing his shoulders, arms and abs as he did so and exposing more of his mocha skin. His brown hair was loose, falling over his forehead. He picked up the tasty cake again and licked it slowly his eyes moving up to the camera. His eyes were playful. He took another bite, rolling back his lips and letting his teeth show and growled at the cake. The muscles in his jaw flexed when he chewed.
Stephanie leaned forward, her eyes crossing. “Grrrrr.” she whispered. Her hands were sweating. The longer Ranger’s performance went on, the redder Stephanie got and the hotter the room seemed to be.
She could hear the men shifting uncomfortably behind her. They all kept watching. It was like a train wreck, they couldn’t take their eyes off Ranger.
When he finished, Ranger licked his lips, then let his hand drop down to his chest slowly trailing his fingers down below the edge of the desk. He looked up at the camera and smirked.
“Damn you Ranger”, Stephanie gasped.
Les looked over at her. “I think I’m missing something here, ” he said. “I got to go find a Tasty cake.” With that Les left the room and the rest of the men followed him out.
Stephanie sat there and looked down at her list.
Would anything on it truly be a punishment for Ranger?
She felt a tingle on the back of her neck. Ranger’s warm hand gently touched her and she gave an uncontrollable shiver.
“Babe,” Ranger asked his voice low and hoarse, “Are we done with the punishment or is there more?”
Stephanie tried to speak. “More…urk,” she gasped. “How…how does a haircut sound to you?”
“Anything for you Babe,” Ranger said as he kissed the back of her neck.
Stephanie jumped up to get away from him. “Let’s go then.”
“I’ll meet you there,” he said and headed toward the elevator.
“Now what does he think he’s doing?” She asked. She frowned and snatched up the phone to dial Les. “Item 2 is a go.”
“Copy that,” Les responded.
When Stephanie arrived at the barber shop, Les was waiting with a camera, accompanied by Tank and Bobby. Everyone had taken up positions when Ranger walked in, carrying a small duffel bag. She pointed at the chair, and Ranger sat down.
The barber wrapped a cape around him and fastened it. “You sure about this?” he asked, looking at Ranger.
Ranger nodded, then shut his eyes.
The barber picked up his razor and started shaving Ranger’s head. When he was done, he turned the chair around to the mirror.
Ranger had a marine burr cut. He stared into the mirrow, his face expressionless. Then he got up and walked to the rest room, picking up his bag as he went.
“I think we did it this time,” Les giggled.
Stephanie wasn’t so sure. She had a funny feeling that Ranger was going to turn the tables on them again. When he came out of the bathroom, he had changed clothes. He was wearing a black sleeveless muscle shirt, that barely covered his pecks. His black jeans were cut low and revealed just a hint of dark hair running downward from his belly button. His dog tags hung on the outside of his shirt and dark aviator glasses covered his eyes. He wore his seal’s cap with the brim pulled low shading the glasses. He practically oozed total sexy hunk.
“Oh yeah, that sure looks like punishment to me,” Tank said laughing. Bobby just shook his head and grinned.
Ranger walked over to Steph. He pulled his glasses down on his nose looking at her over the top. “What’s next Babe?” he asked, drawing out his words. He smiled at her and reached out to slowly run his finger across her bottom lip.
“Oh Crap.” She sputtered. “OK…” she took a deep breath and her eyes twinkled suddenly. “Ranger, remember how you tell everyone you wouldn’t put your men through anything you wouldn’t do yourself?”
Ranger nodded, his eyes narrowing, as he frowned.
“The crate.” he said, sighing.
“The crate.” Stephanie echoed, smiling.
“Yes! Yes! Yes, the crate!” Lester yelled.
“Care to join me?” Ranger asked, and winked at Stephanie. He stepped so close to her that she could feel the heat from his body. She looked up at this new vision of Ranger and fanned herself unconsciously.
“Should I take that as a yes?” he asked.
“You got tasty cakes?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Damn straight.” Ranger grinned.
Mary Clayton Writing 