“It is for you, Tess, and I’m not kidding, as you may have noticed. You got a baby spanking for this infraction – although I really should have taken off my belt and strapped you good.”
Her lower body clenched rhythmically, swelling and straining at every word, and the manner in which he was saying it, most especially at the word “strapped.”
Wait a minute. Her mind finally managed to wrest control from her crotch for a second or two. Had he just said that this was a “baby spanking,” as in the implication that it was somehow shorter and lighter than a real spanking?
“A baby spanking?” she repeated incredulously.
“Yes. You don’t think that I’m going to allow you to keep your stockings and panties on for a real spanking, do you?”
“Hell yes– I mean,” realizing that she had blown it from the beginning of this conversation, when she should have been completely outraged at his assault and threatening to call the cops on him. Instead she had acquiesced – consciously or unconsciously – as if she was going to accept this as a regular part of their budding relationship. And she wasn’t… was she?
“I mean, let me up. I should call 9-1-1 and have you arrested.”
He heard the threats, but didn’t believe them in the least. There was absolutely no conviction in her tone. “So, you’re going to let them take pictures of your backside – which has imprints of my palm as well as my fingers all over it – as evidence against me?”
She hadn’t thought of that. She hadn’t thought her claim through at all, because she knew she wouldn’t go through with it, regardless. How could she possibly send him to jail when she’d finally found someone who would give her exactly what she had been craving all her life?
“Umm... yes.”
He didn’t sound convinced by anything she was saying. “Uh huh.” He surprised her just then by slipping his fingers under the waistband of her pantyhose, then moved them down between her panties and her hot, sore flesh. He reached between her already slightly-parted legs to cup her with the same hand with which he had just given her very first adult spanking.
Now she protested in earnest, not that sincerity of purpose won her any more success. He still had that arm clamped around her waist, and wasn’t allowing her to go anywhere until he was finished. “Shh. I’m not going to hurt you. I just want to see...” As gently as he could, he insinuated two of his fingers into that warm, moist place, parting the swollen lips he found there and delving past them to the spot he sought, discovering just what he’d hoped to find. She was drenched.
He boldly dipped into that copious tribute, bringing his slickened fingers back up to the tight little bud he found at the apex of her thighs. It was already badly distended, as if actively seeking just the touch he brought. One long, slow circle of those rough, wet fingertips over that achingly peaked nub had her groaning, and it wasn’t from the fire he’d set in her bottom, either.
But he allowed her no more than that, pulling his hand away and rearranging her clothes, even tugging her slim skirt down over her bottom as she drew in a sharp breath at the rasp of the material over her roasted cheeks.
He helped her to sit up next to him. “There. That’s quite enough for tonight.”
“No it isn’t!” Tess fairly wailed, her crotch now throbbing more than her butt, although a few minutes ago she would have sworn that that wasn’t possible. He made as if to tip her back over his lap, saying, “You need more of a spanking, then? I can do that.”
“NO! No more spanking!”
Sean wouldn’t allow her to look away from him as he asked, “So what is it that you’d like more of?” His directness made her blush more than she ever had in her life. She wanted to look at anything but him while she answered, but he wouldn’t allow it. “Uh, well, um...”
“Spanking it is then.” She found herself over his lap again before she knew it.
“No!” she wailed. “That’s not what I want!”
He didn’t let her up. “You’ll find I require you to ask for what you want, Tess. You said that ‘it’ wasn’t enough for the night. To what ‘it’ were you referring?”
Tess groaned on a sigh, barely able to comprehend that he expected her to tell him that what she wanted was for him to touch her intimately, that he had left her hanging, and she was finding the idea of his not bringing her to completion something she wasn’t at all sure she could survive.
Her delayed response to him brought a round of sharp swats that had her rear fairly dancing beneath his palm.
“All right, all right! It wasn’t enough when you... you... touched me.”
“Ah.” He completely agreed with her – his fingers were aching to explore her more thoroughly – but she didn’t need to know that. “I see. But we’re not going to sleep together tonight, so I don’t think that would be a very good idea.” He said it, even though he knew that he was going find it very hard to get to sleep himself when he hit his own cold, lonely bed.
Once he’d helped her back up, Sean took her into his arms and held her tight. “There’s no need to rush into anything. I rather like the anticipation myself.” He kissed her slowly, deeply, but with unabashed desire, then pulled a bit back to say, “You understand, of course, that you’re not allowed to do anything about how much you ache, right, Tess?”
What? He was out of his mind if he thought she was going to forego the orgasm she had been promising herself since they’d met! “But–”
“No touching yourself.” Sean tapped the end of his index finger against the tip of her nose. “Am I
