So its been a little longer than usual, but we have a few chapters on queue. I'm really happy with these next three, personally. BrodieBlue has a new series called Pro-Dom, check it out if you enjoy her D/s flavor. If you read The Man, I'm sorry it's been a while since I've updated. I've been stuck a bit in terms of writing and I have the final for the class I've been taking on Tuesday. So once that's done, hopefully I will suddenly be inspired. It stinks when you know what you want to happen, but it doesn't want to go from your brain to the computer screen.

Chapter Eight

No amount of expensive lotions and potions could erase the dark circles under Natasha's eyes. About a dozen half empty glass jars littered her vanity table and with a frustrated squeal, she suddenly swept them up into her arms and let them fall, crashing into her bin.

"Natasha! What's that racket? Come downstairs now! You'll make us late!"

"I'm coming!" she yelled from her bedroom back at her Father. She then stormed out of her room, making sure to close the door behind her with a loud bang.

Once downstairs she flounced out of the front door as quickly as she could, considering she had to hold her skirt down. If her skirt blew up her Father might notice that she was wearing her homemade crotchless panties. Her peculiar behavior earned her a reproving glance and a shake of the head from her Father, but she'd rather endure his disapproval than put them both through the horror of exposing her privates. Whilst she had a thirty second lead on him she also rushed to bundle herself into the passenger seat before he could get anywhere near the car.

"What's wrong with you this morning?" her befuddled Father asked her when he sat beside his daughter in the driver's seat.

"Nothing," she mumbled.

He sighed at her petulance, but did not follow up with any further questions. There was something wrong, other than that she felt extremely uncomfortable sitting next to her Father in crotchless panties and a short skirt, but it was not anything that she could tell her father about. She'd wanted to look her absolute best for Raw today. Dean would be looking out for her, and she wanted him to love how she looked.

"Stop biting your nails," her father ordered.

Natasha had not even realized that she had been biting her nails. Was she really that nervous about what would come after Raw?

She had never been spanked before, not by her parents when she was a child or by any of her previous boyfriends. She didn't have a very high pain threshold either. The few smacks to her bottom that Dean had given a week ago had hurt a lot, so Natasha really wasn't sure what to expect from Dean tonight. He had talked big, saying that she'd remember it for her entire life and that it would ruin her for other men, but it could have been just that: talk. He was a very confident man and clearly had no trouble with meeting women, so he was probably just inflating his ego with those statements.

But what if he had been serious…?

"Natasha! Nails! Quit it!" her father's voice snapped her back to the present.

"Sorry, Daddy. I'm just anxious. I'm meeting that boy again tonight and I wanted to look my best for him, but nothing seemed to be working." She crossed her arms and pouted.

"You look beautiful, princess, and I bet that strapping young lad will see it, too."

"I hope so." She had thankfully been able to deflect the subject from conversation, but it was still eating at her. She took some deep breaths and kept telling herself that it would be fine, it would be great.

Hours later Natasha awoke to a text from the man that had been on her mind all day.

"Stay in your seat when Raw ends. Security will take you to me. See you later."

The text brought a smile to her lips, a part of her feared he would forget he was meant to be seeing her tonight as she hadn't heard from him all day. She was worried about the spanking, but she was looking forward to everything else.

She had napped for a bit so that she wouldn't be too tired for the long night that she expected to have in front of her. She didn't dare accidentally fall asleep while he had her in a precarious position. She trusted him when she was awake…but didn't feel like she could trust him while she was asleep.

After reading his text, she noticed the time.

"Oh goodness! I need to get ready and head to the arena!"

The show was a good one. She didn't bring a sign this time since she didn't need to draw attention to herself. Dean already knew she would be there. When the Shield's music hit, she couldn't help but blush. When they were pacing around the ring after leaping over the barricade, Dean walked past her and smirked as he glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. She felt herself begin to sweat, possibly from the heat of the crowd and the lights, possibly because of the sexy son of a bitch in front of her.

Rather than yell and cheer for him as she had on Friday night her reaction to him was much more subdued. She stayed in her seat, making sure to keep her thighs pressed together, and followed his movements intently. She allowed herself to get lost in him and effectively blocked out everything else that was happening until the next match came on and she was back to her normal self.

All too soon the show came to an end and the arena was emptying out around her, the only fans that remained were her and the minority who had stayed to watch some wrestlers fooling around in the ring. But when the ring finally emptied, it was theirs and Natasha's cue to leave too. When she noticed a security guard approaching her, she realized she was one of the very few people still sat firmly in their seat, so she squeaked out her excuses.

"I'm waiting for someone to escort me to see a friend!"

"I know, I'm escorting you," he said.

"Oh," she said quietly. She suddenly felt a rush of anxiety come over here. She hadn't noticed how nervous she had felt while she was lost in the excitement of the show.

She followed the guard into the back of the arena. There were still many people running around backstage, cleaning up and loading the trucks so they could head out to the next city. Natasha was a bit star-struck. She had never seen the behind-the-scenes workings of a wrestling show and it stunned her. So much work went into it!

They continued down a long hallway and she could hear several male voices echoing through it. The guard stopped in front of a heavy looking door. "This is the men's locker room. I was asked to leave you here and that you'd know what to do. Have a nice night, ma'am."

Honestly, Natasha wasn't sure what to do. Was she allowed to go into the locker room to go see Dean? Was she supposed to wait out here for him? She was twiddling her thumbs and worrying about what to do when the door suddenly swung open. Quickly remembering the state of her underwear she snapped her legs together and slowly looked up to be greeted by the sight of the tall Englishman, Bad News Barrett, exiting the locker room.

"Oh, hello!" she said.

He looked down at her, not having known that she was there. A smile stretched across his mouth once he realized who she was and he stopped to lean against the wall next to her.

"You're…um…you're not here to give me any bad news, are you?"

"No, I hadn't been planning on it." He leaned down so that his face was very close to hers. "Unless that's something you want from me."

Natasha laughed nervously. "No thanks. Erm, is Dean in there?"

"He is," he smiled knowingly.

"Oh well good! He told me to meet him here."

"I know."

Barrett continued to smile and stare at her. Then his eyes flicked over her body and he smiled even wider.

"Ohhh, I feel a bit sorry for you"' he said when he looked back up at Natasha's anxious face. "Come on love, I'll look after you." He gently put a hand on her elbow and turned her to see a wooden bench. "Sit down here while you can, eh?" He laughed throatily and opened the door of the locker room whilst Natasha took a seat. "Oi! That girl's ere!" he shouted through the gap.

"OK!" Natasha heard Dean yell back, making her heart leap in her chest.

"Is that our little friend?" someone then said, which gave Natasha another shock to her annoyance. She wasn't usually so jumpy.

She looked up to see that CM Punk had joined Barrett.

"Hello Sweetheart, it's nice to see you again! That's a pretty skirt you're wearing," he smirked.

"Thank you, Mr. Punk," she replied. She tightened her legs together even more and put her hands on her knees. She suddenly felt embarrassed to see these men again, remembering how the last time she had seen them, she had been buck naked and doing some very vulgar things.

"I know, right? Makes me wish he was letting us watch tonight," Barrett said with a groan.

"Oh, we'll be alone?" Natasha asked quietly, but both men ignored her.

"Well, he has spanked some girls in front of us before, but those were usually just some random sluts who came to him, begging for a spanking." Punk turned to look at Natasha, then back at Barrett. "He must have something special in store for this one, I guess."

Her eyes widened upon hearing Punk's words.

"Anyway, I gotta go catch up with AJ. 'Night, man."

As Punk left, Natasha felt a little sick to her stomach. That man could sit in a room and watch random girls have sex with his friends while he had a girlfriend? How was that not considered cheating? Did AJ know about this?

Before she could get too much into her head, the door opened again. She looked up, hoping that it was Dean, but it was Seth and Roman.

"Big night tonight, little girl?" Seth asked with a cheeky grin.

"You are looking mighty fine tonight," Roman said with a wink.

Natasha didn't know who to answer first. But she was saved from answering when Seth then said to Barrett, "You're still here?"

Natasha looked up at Barrett. He was still looking at her, but slowly averted his eyes to Seth.

"I'm going now. I'm knackered," he said, stretching his arms in the air above his head. "But you were a sight for sore eyes." He then pinched Natasha's cheek which made Seth and Roman laugh. "Goodnight boys ... and young lady," he said with a wave and took his leave.

"I bet her ass looks good in that skirt," Natasha heard Roman mumble to Seth as she watched Barrett walk away. Though Roman looked at her his comment was clearly intended for Seth to respond to, not Natasha.

"Oh yeah, she's nice and tight!" Seth said enthusiastically, "Did you wear that especially for your spanking?" he then directed at her.

"What?" Natasha said softly, feeling her face become hot.

"Yeah, do you like the thought of getting your skirt flipped up?" Roman asked over her hushed tones.

"Leave her alone."

Natasha turned at the sound of that familiar voice, glad to find that Dean was rescuing her. At least she had thought so until she saw the grin on his face.

"Hey," she still greeted him, regardless of the slight mockery she could see in his eyes. He did not return the greeting.

"Did you drive here tonight?" he asked her.

"No, Mr. Ambrose. I got a cab."

"I think we have room for a small bum in the car," he smiled.

"I don't care how small her bum is, I don't think she'll be able to fit inside that small rental, Dean." Cesaro had appeared behind him, clapping his large hand onto Dean's back.

"No problem. She can sit in my lap." He winked at her and she swore she could actually feel the blood rushing to her pussy. It had felt so good when he sat her in his lap before, but it had been interrupted by the drunk girl passing out.

"I…I would like that," she said quietly. She thought no one would hear here since they had ignored her every other time she spoke that night, but they apparently decided to hear her this time.

"Oh really?" Dean eyed her skirt and his smirk grew bigger. "With you in that skirt, I think I'd like that, too." He looked at the other guys. "You heard the woman! Let's get out of here so we can give her what she wants."

The four men laughed as they left with Natasha trailing behind them.

Once by the car the men started to pile in, leaving Dean and Natasha to get in last.

"Park your ass here then," Dean said, patting his thigh after he sat down. Then he pulled her into the car and onto his lap.

Once he had her in place he wrapped his arms around her middle tightly.

"Nervous?" he whispered in her ear, his lips were so close that they brushed her ear when he spoke. Natasha nodded as Dean rubbed his right hand up her bare thigh and under her skirt. "Hmm…but excited?" he asked, and then his hand reached her crotch and he stroked her pussy that was poking through her panties. She nodded again. "Oh, you dirty girl! You actually wore them! Fuck…I'm going to spank you so hard," he whispered.

"What are you saying to her?" Cesaro asked, who was sitting beside them.

Dean quickly withdrew his hand from under her skirt, but not until he had given her pussy a squeeze.

"Nothing, man," he said, but he couldn't hide the cheeky grin on his face.

"Really? You're going to act all discreet now? You won't let us sit in on the spanking tonight and now you won't tell us what you said to her?"

"A gentleman has to keep some things secret."

The three other men groaned and laughed. "Right, because you're a fucking gentleman!" Seth said, glancing back at Dean in the rearview mirror.

"You're the biggest whore I've ever met, buddy. Seriously, how many chicks have you banged since we got to the main roster alone?" asked Roman.

"Do you really think I'd remember the exact number? How about a fuck ton?"

His hands began to wander along Natasha's waist and she felt one of his big hands gently cup her breast. A tiny moan escaped her lips.

"Oh you like that?" he teased her. "I think I like it, too."

Then Dean pressed her harder onto his lap and pushed his hips up to rub his erection against her backside. She tilted her head back and rested it on his shoulder. She subconsciously began to grind her hips into his lap, wishing that they were alone and she could feel him inside of her right now.

"You're a horny little bitch, aren't you?" he purred at her after she moaned again.

"Easy now. I'm trying to drive and this isn't a stick shift, if you know what I mean," Seth said. When Natasha looked up she saw that he was looking at them through the rear mirror. His eyes looked hungry and she suddenly felt self-conscious.

"Don't," Natasha said softly and moved Dean's hand away from her breast in embarrassment.

"Why?" he mumbled in her ear so no one else could hear.

Natasha had nothing to hide anymore, but there was something embarrassing about being watched in the car.

"I'm not in the mood," she lied. It was the most unconvincing excuse she could have come up with, but she couldn't think of anything else to say.

Dean moved his head back to frown at her.

"You're a terrible liar, but suit yourself. That was the nicest I was gonna be to you all night. You should have made the most of it," he said, not even trying to keep his voice down.

"You're a hard man," Roman commented.

"She's gonna find out just how hard," Dean said, looking at her, to which all the men tittered.

For the rest of the journey Natasha was not teased by Dean's hands or words, but regardless, she could still not stop thinking of her upcoming spanking.