Reading Time: 7minutes Your legs dangle at a 90 degree angle making your already tight buns look deliciously spankable. In the mirror, you see yourself draped over my knee, hair tousled over your head, arms outstretched, toes trying to reach the floor. I start to rub an aloe cream into your bottom that stimulates the skin.
It’s late Saturday night. Your room is dark and you’ve just checked your E-mail when you turn around and see me sitting in a chair. At first you’re startled, then angry. What are you doing here, you ask. “Want a joint” I say, lighting up. You go to punch me, but I grab your arm. “Toke?”
You rip the joint out of my hand and take a long draw. I mix two Absoluts and tonics and put the “Cranberries” on your CD very low. If he hears anything your dead, you say pointing. I smirk and pull you close, kissing your neck, licking your ear lobe. As you try to push away, I feel your triceps tightening under your blouse. I grab your chin and kiss you pushing my tongue in deep. Don’t fight it, I say feeling your hard body next to mine.
I kiss you again letting my hands feel your firm bottom for the first time. Your hair smells of smoke and shampoo. I pull your blouse out of your skirt. You say no, but I pop off the two top buttons. I try to put my hand up the front of your bra, but its too tight. It opens. Your breasts are small, shapely. You seem embarrassed as I pull your top off. You guzzle the absolute and take another toke while I rub your breasts from behind you. Nipples hard,. Straining. I kiss you again.
My oils are getting cold, I say, grabbing an small stoneware jar. This is a light oil used for muscle massages I say , pouring it into my hands. I rub the oil into the muscles of your back, shoulder, neck. We stand in the middle of your room. I lower your skirt and kiss your belly button. Been in that thong awhile, I ask. Well try and take it off me, you say softly.
I let my hands slide down your sides, feeling your soft, smooth skin. My thumb catches the waistband and pulls them down. Your tan lines are dark. The hair between your legs soft. I step back to see you nude for the first time. The soft light gives your body an orange glow. You turn and I see the perfectly muscled portions of you back melt into your firm ass. Your thighs flex with each move. I’m hard and ache for you. I pick you up and lay you down on the bed. I start to rub the oil into your thighs, belly and legs.
I turn you over to massage that magnificent bottom of yours. My hands push up along your hips feeling the smooth curves of each cheek as my fingers reach the small of your back. I push your cheeks apart, kiss your left cheek and run my tongue in a large circle on it, and then do the same on the right side. Then I run my tongue along the crack. I admire the tear-dropped shape of your ass. Tight, athletic. Such an adorable bare bottom needs more attention, I say. I give your right cheek a tiny half-bite. Ahh, you say surprised. What do you mean? I hear the fear in your voice. You feel vulnerable in this position, not in control. The ass is often overlooked and under used in lovemaking, I say. It can stoke the fires quite nicely. Are you willing?
Without waiting for an answer I grab a chair in the middle of your room and position it in front of a large mirror. I strip and then gently pull your wrist. Reluctantly you follow. It’s time for your spanking, I say kissing your chin, lips. Ohh, you return in mock anger. Please? As you protest, I sit down slowly pulling you toward me. Over my knee naughty girl. You pull back , breasts swaying , your auburn hair in your face. But with one quick jerk I yank you over my knee.
Your legs dangle at a 90 degree angle making your already tight buns look deliciously spankable. In the mirror, you see yourself draped over my knee, hair tousled over your head, arms outstretched, toes trying to reach the floor. I start to rub an aloe cream into your bottom that stimulates the skin. At first, it feels a little like Ben-Gay. I massage both cheeks, down your thighs to your calf muscles and then back up between your legs. You seem restless.
How’s it feel about to be spanked and there’s nothing you can do about it? I land a quick slap high on your right cheek. Ouch! You shouldn’t have teased poor Frank in the bar like that. A quick high slap on the left cheek. When he can’t do anything about it. SPANK. I land a solid full hand swat on your right cheek and watch the pink glow from my hand print appear. I rub the sting out. I reach under you with my free hand feeling your wetness, I place my index finger directly on your clit.
I know a dancer at a bar who loves to spank bad little girls like you! SPANK. SLAP. Maybe next time SPANK. SLAP! I’ll bring her along. You laugh. I use a series of half slaps on the high fleshy part of your bottom to raise a pink hue on each cheek. With each spank you rub and grind against my finger. Your face is flush and I pause to massage and kiss your warming bottom. You feel my hardness against your hip. Wouldn’t you love for your brother to walk in now and see you being spanked. SLAP, SPANK. Ohh, that’s not, ouch, funny! you say breathing heavy.
I make you finger yourself while I rub your breasts. You look back in the mirror again and see my slaps land in a rhythm. High right cheek. SLAP. Lower left cheek. SPANK. Center right. SPANK. High left. SLAP. Lower right. SPANK. Center left. SLAP! I repeat the rhythm three times as I spank you again and again. I watch you clench and unclench your cheeks with each spank. It becomes a game between us, I wait for you to relax before I slap, you clench anticipating my spanks. I too look in the mirror and see your breasts swaying as my spanks land, see the slight jiggle of your cheeks with each blow, your calf muscles tighten and untighten.
Your bottom is reddish and hot to the touch. I pull you up from my lap for a deep wet kiss. I caress your burning bottom and feel the sweat on the small of your back. That was… different. Wouldn’t you say? You just smile and bury your head in my shoulder. I reach for my Absolute and twirl the ice cubes. Without warning, I press the cold glass on your left cheek. You son-of-a-bit..! I laugh. Feels good doesn’t it, I say, rubbing the cool glass all over your bottom.
I lay you on your stomach back down on your bed and slide an ice cube up and down your hot cheeks. I lift your leg, bringing the ice cube over your right thigh. Turn over, I say. I’m between your legs now kissing your thighs and up to your pelvic bone. I stop for another sip of my Absolute. Your hands are running through my hair. I push your legs up and apart. Kissing your inner-most thigh, I give one long full tongue lick across your sweet pussy.
Pulling your lips back, I lick up to your clit and flick my tongue back and forth across it. I give it tiny half-bites between my lips. I gently rub the top of it with my finger and flick the bottom of it with my tongue. You give out three little half-yelps and begin to moan. I stop for another Absolute sip. Jesus don’t… you say breathlessly, keep, keep. I slide back down and kiss your lips again pushing the rounded corner of an ice cube into your clit. I work it down and around. You bury my face deeper and start to cum as the ice cube melts… or so I think.
You sit up and push me back into the chair. Now it’s my turn to have some fun, you say, slipping to your knees in front of me. Let’s see who can last the longest tease, you say rubbing your hands up my thighs to my stomach. You kiss me and rub your breasts down my chest. I feel your hard nipples drag across my own. You squeeze your breasts around my aching cock. Oh, you’re going to suffer darling, you say grinning. And you better not cum!
With that you kiss the head of my hard cock and slide back between my legs. You dig your nails into my butt and give it a playful squeeze. You look up at me with a smirk and lick under my scrotum, sucking one ball into your mouth then the other. Alternating back and forth while stroking my shaft between your thumb and forefinger. You tongue the entire length like an ice pop, run your lips up and down before swallowing it whole. You suck up to the tip and back down again. I rub my foot into your pussy. Cheater, you say. Don’t talk with your mouth full, I stammer, pushing your head back down.
Soon I can’t stand it. A surge drives up though my legs. I pull you off me and lift you straight into the air. We stagger backwards, but remain standing. You wrap your legs around my waist and kiss me hard. Our teeth bang together. We laugh. You reach down and rub the head of my cock on your pussy. Do it, you say. Slowly, I enter you, lifting you up and down. Up and down. I alternate between quick and long strokes, holding your bottom for leverage I lift as you rock back and forth. I feel your calf muscles loosen and tighten around my waist with each stroke. As we start to cum, I slap each of your ass cheeks one last time. Then we collapse on the bed, sweating, breathing heavy. I stroke you hair and you fall asleep.
The next morning you awake to the sound of a truck shifting gears. It’s a warm Sunday morning, the smell of bagels is in the air. I am gone. Your head is fuzzy and you wonder if it was all a dream. You lay back down and try to remember everything, but can’t. Maybe it was all some crazy fantasy? Got to lay off those Absloutes, you think. You stand naked and glance into the mirror. Your bottom has a pink glow to it. Across the room, you see there’s E-mail waiting on your computer. You smile to yourself before heading to the shower.
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