are your concerns?”
She’d never talked about her body with a man. Her girlfriends, yes. Plenty of times. Her therapist, yes. But never with a guy. Men simply didn’t understand. “My butt and legs.”
“Show me.”
Oh god, he was asking her to strip. A little zing of jittery excitement buzzed through her body. It wasn’t all unpleasant, but it wasn’t exactly 100 percent good either. “I…okay.” If she wasn’t a little turned on, in addition to being utterly mortified, she wouldn’t have just agreed to show her ass to a stranger. But she was a little aroused and that surprised her. Curious to see where this was heading, she decided she’d do it.
She unzipped her jeans and, keeping her gaze averted, pushed them down to her ankles. Her face was on fire by the time she kicked them off. “I inherited my mother’s thighs.” She pinched the soft flab on the sides and gave it a little shake so he could see what she was talking about. “My butt comes from my father.” She stared at the floor.
She heard him move. A stolen glance told her he was coming toward her. Walking around her. Goose bumps erupted all over her shoulders, back, and chest.
“What’s your problem with it?”
“The position of it, I guess. It’s starting to move south.” She cupped her ass cheeks and lifted. “I expect to wake up someday and find it has fallen to the back of my knees.”
“Take off the panties.”
Her pussy clenched.
He’d commanded she take off her panties. It was unexpectedly sexy, the way he’d said that.
“O-okay.” She reluctantly hooked her fingers over the elastic waistband of her satin panties and pushed them down over her ass, down her legs. They moved easily from there down. She let go once they cleared her hips and they slipped to her ankles. She was too wobbly to step out of them without support, so she just stood there like that.
“Men and women look at asses in very different ways.” Something touched her butt, for just a split second, and every muscle in her back, legs, and buttocks clenched. A tiny gasp slipped from her lips. “I see a soft, round, perfect ass that would pink up sweetly when it’s paddled. There’s nothing hotter than watching a woman’s ass bouncing as she’s fucked. Little hard asses don’t bounce.”
God, she was going to die. “I suppose not.”
“Have you ever been paddled?”
Paddled? “Not since I was a child.”
“Does the thought of it make you hot?”
“I’m not sure.” That was the truth.
“Close your eyes.” He whispered in her ear. “Imagine I’m sitting on the couch and you’re bent over my knees.”
That was an image all too easily conjured up. It did warm her up a little. “Okay.”
“You’ve been bad, not terribly bad, just naughty enough to warrant a spanking. So I’ll use my hand, not a paddle. The first blow stings. You flinch. Heat radiates out from where my hand strikes you. Good heat. I do it again. Again. You thank me for each one, grateful for the fact that I care enough about you to punish you. The warmth on your ass travels down between your legs to your pussy. I stroke you there and your juices coat my fingers.”
Wow, she could almost feel everything he was describing. Her pussy was really warm now, her blood racing through her body, her heart thumping heavily in her chest.
“Are you wet?” he whispered, standing so close she could feel the heat radiating off his skin.
“Yes.” Definitely not a lie.
“Good.” He moved away and she almost stumbled, tripping over her underpants, still tangled around her ankles. “Go ahead and get dressed. I’ll give you some books to read, a questionnaire to fill out, and a contract. I’ll let you know my decision later today. If I do accept you, I will let you know when I would like you to come back. Oh, one last question. Do you orgasm on command?”
“I’ve…never tried.” She stooped down, yanked up her panties, and tripped and teetered herself back into her
She’d never talked about her body with a man. Her girlfriends, yes. Plenty of times. Her therapist, yes. But never with a guy. Men simply didn’t understand. “My butt and legs.”
“Show me.”
Oh god, he was asking her to strip. A little zing of jittery excitement buzzed through her body. It wasn’t all unpleasant, but it wasn’t exactly 100 percent good either. “I…okay.” If she wasn’t a little turned on, in addition to being utterly mortified, she wouldn’t have just agreed to show her ass to a stranger. But she was a little aroused and that surprised her. Curious to see where this was heading, she decided she’d do it.
She unzipped her jeans and, keeping her gaze averted, pushed them down to her ankles. Her face was on fire by the time she kicked them off. “I inherited my mother’s thighs.” She pinched the soft flab on the sides and gave it a little shake so he could see what she was talking about. “My butt comes from my father.” She stared at the floor.
She heard him move. A stolen glance told her he was coming toward her. Walking around her. Goose bumps erupted all over her shoulders, back, and chest.
“What’s your problem with it?”
“The position of it, I guess. It’s starting to move south.” She cupped her ass cheeks and lifted. “I expect to wake up someday and find it has fallen to the back of my knees.”
“Take off the panties.”
Her pussy clenched.
He’d commanded she take off her panties. It was unexpectedly sexy, the way he’d said that.
“O-okay.” She reluctantly hooked her fingers over the elastic waistband of her satin panties and pushed them down over her ass, down her legs. They moved easily from there down. She let go once they cleared her hips and they slipped to her ankles. She was too wobbly to step out of them without support, so she just stood there like that.
“Men and women look at asses in very different ways.” Something touched her butt, for just a split second, and every muscle in her back, legs, and buttocks clenched. A tiny gasp slipped from her lips. “I see a soft, round, perfect ass that would pink up sweetly when it’s paddled. There’s nothing hotter than watching a woman’s ass bouncing as she’s fucked. Little hard asses don’t bounce.”
God, she was going to die. “I suppose not.”
“Have you ever been paddled?”
Paddled? “Not since I was a child.”
“Does the thought of it make you hot?”
“I’m not sure.” That was the truth.
“Close your eyes.” He whispered in her ear. “Imagine I’m sitting on the couch and you’re bent over my knees.”
That was an image all too easily conjured up. It did warm her up a little. “Okay.”
“You’ve been bad, not terribly bad, just naughty enough to warrant a spanking. So I’ll use my hand, not a paddle. The first blow stings. You flinch. Heat radiates out from where my hand strikes you. Good heat. I do it again. Again. You thank me for each one, grateful for the fact that I care enough about you to punish you. The warmth on your ass travels down between your legs to your pussy. I stroke you there and your juices coat my fingers.”
Wow, she could almost feel everything he was describing. Her pussy was really warm now, her blood racing through her body, her heart thumping heavily in her chest.
“Are you wet?” he whispered, standing so close she could feel the heat radiating off his skin.
“Yes.” Definitely not a lie.
“Good.” He moved away and she almost stumbled, tripping over her underpants, still tangled around her ankles. “Go ahead and get dressed. I’ll give you some books to read, a questionnaire to fill out, and a contract. I’ll let you know my decision later today. If I do accept you, I will let you know when I would like you to come back. Oh, one last question. Do you orgasm on command?”
“I’ve…never tried.” She stooped down, yanked up her panties, and tripped and teetered herself back into her
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