“Roll over,” he said, always ready to oblige.
He sat beside her rubbing and even kissing her butt. Once, she felt his wet tongue slide up the crack in her butt. Shivers ran down her spine. She rested her face on her hands. He gave her a light spanking, only making it harder when she asked him to.
Occasionally when he hit her with an especially hard blow, he would suck in his breath and remark, “That one really stung, didn’t it, baby?”
He only spanked one cheek, resulting in her butt turning pink on that side. Finally he stopped spanking her.
“Go get the ping pong paddle,” he ordered.
She refused; she was enjoying the sensations of the cool air on her warm ass. He went to get it.
“You know I’m going to make you pay for disobeying me,” he threatened as he got up to go find the paddle.
She was lying there relaxing with her eyes closed. She didn’t know he was back with the paddle until she felt the rough texture of it resting on her smooth ass. He held it against the side he had neglected before. He began to rub it in small circles on her soft skin. Finally he raised the paddle and began to spank her with it, hitting the cheek he had neglected with his hand.
It was very loud. Not very painful, but very loud. She worried that the neighbors would hear the loud cracks of the paddle on her bottom. To this day, she doesn’t know if they did or not. He spanked her with the paddle for a long time; finally he turned his attention back to the first cheek. Both sides of her butt became red and warm. Her cheeks stung.
He stopped and they had another soda and watched more TV. He sat on the floor beside the sofa and gently stroked her butt, savoring the heat of it. He gave her several deep, luscious kisses. It was wonderful.
He gave her another order, “Go get the heavy paddle.”
Again she refused, acting lazy and very impertinent. Recognizing her rebellion for what it was, a desire to have him step up the force of the spanking a little bit, he brought back the paddle and used it with a lot more severity. She squirmed and pleaded with him to stop, but when he asked if she was going to be a good girl, she shook her head “no” and called him a jerk.
Apparently she hadn’t had enough. When he was done they cuddled again, his hands teasing her buttocks and the moisture of her vagina. Finally he asked her for a favor. He wanted her to paddle him.
She told him to take the heavy paddle and go into the hall. “Get in there and bend over the table with your pants down. When I get around to it, after the movie, I’ll be in there to beat you. And remember, I’m not as nice as you are. I’ll beat you until your butt is black and blue.”
In truth, she really was much more severe with him than he was with her. She hit him harder and faster than he expected. And she kept hitting him for a few more blows when he asked her to stop. He wasn’t annoyed but he said he wanted vengeance. Ann was not a stupid woman. She sent him home. She wondered how he would explain the bruises on his butt to his wife. Oh well, he’d been telling her for years that they were getting divorced.
He turned at the door and said, “I’ll figure out a way to pay you back for paddling me so hard. I’m a smart man.” He kissed her.
“Did you say you were a smart man,” she teased, “or that you have a smart-ass? I’ll bet it really does smart.”
He pulled her head towards him for another kiss. “Oh baby, you’re really in trouble now.”
“I’m shaking,” she teased him.
Another thing she surprised him with was a movie. It took her a lot of hunting but she finally found a movie with two spanking scenes in it. There were no whips and chains, and not even any sex – just spanking. In the first scene the girl was spanked with a belt, and in the second another girl was spanked by hand.
It was the second scene that she showed to Jerry.
The girl was average and the man spanking her was older. It didn’t seem very impressive at first. He started out spanking her on her skirt and finally lowered her skirt and panties to the floor. He never touched her sweater. Then things got very interesting indeed. The man was a master at spanking. His hands never stopped moving, either stroking or spanking the girl, and never too hard or too soft. He talked to her constantly as he rained slaps on her buttocks, thighs, calves and even the soles of her feet. At one point he pretended her rounded, red buttocks were bongo drums as he played a tune and sang along. When he finished, he had her sit on his lap and promise to be good, but not too good. He wanted to spank her again. And soon.
Ann had to play the movie softly with the sound turned way down because at the time, she had rented her spare bedroom out. After the movie, when Jerry wanted to spank Ann, they had to be quiet too. His hand was too loud, and so was a paddle. Jerry used his thumb to give her sharp little snaps with his fingers which hurt but were unsatisfying. Finally, he used a hairbrush on her. It was wonderful. Quiet but painful. Ann kept urging him on. At one point Jerry turned the brush over and used the bristles on her red, bruised ass. Then very gently he used the bristles on her moist pussy, and used the smooth handle inside her, playing with her until she came.
They didn’t play any spanking games for the next few days, they just kissed and talked. They held each other and loved each other, without sex. That week Ann’s tenant moved out. On Friday, Jerry called her from his job. It was an obscene phone call. At the end of the call he told her to be waiting for him, tied up and naked, bent over the table in the hall. It was payback time. He sounded very stern and cold as he promised her that this time he would hurt her, really hurt her.
He didn’t expect her to really do it. How could she tie herself up? And why would she? She spent the time between coming home from her new job and his arrival figuring out just that. She was horny, aroused and excited by the prospect of waiting for him, naked and helpless.
She wasn’t afraid. She could never be afraid of him. Jerry couldn’t hurt a fly. She found the rope and used her experience with horses to figure out how to tie the knots. The secret was to make the final knot a slipknot, so that she could slide her hand into the knot and tighten it by pulling on it. If she wanted to, she could also pull the end of the rope and release the knot. She waited until she heard his car drive up, then she went into the hall and got into the knots.
She had placed the heavy paddle on the table beside her. She left the front door unlocked and turned all the lights in the house off, except for the foyer. The hall light was off, and she was waiting in the dark. A stray thought went through her head. She wondered what she would do if someone else showed up.
She heard him come in and greet the dogs. She called for him to come to her. It took a few minutes for him to get into the hall without letting the dogs in too. He was shocked when he turned on the light and saw her. She had waited just as he ordered her to with one exception; she was wearing bright red, lacy underwear! He slowly pulled down the lacy panties, inch by inch until they were down to her knees. Then he immediately began to spank her first with his hand; only on one buttock until that side of her butt was hot and bright pink, before he turned to the other cheek. Finally he picked up the paddle. He used the cool ceramic tile to rub her sore behind gently and slowly for several moments. He held the paddle still against her left cheek until she was in an agony of suspense. He brought the paddle crashing down on her left cheek with a loud crack and it began. For once, he hit her hard. Very hard. He was alternating the blows, going from cheek to cheek. When she couldn’t stand it any more, she yelled for him to stop.
Конец ознакомительного фрагмента.
Текст предоставлен ООО «ЛитРес».
Прочитайте эту книгу целиком,