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“Don’t hide, you’re beautiful,” he said, tugging lightly on her arm. To her shock and unexpected pleasure, he pulled her naked body across his knee again and spanked her once more.
“No more toying with us. Either it’s him or me. I expect my woman to be faithful.” Each word was met with a sharp slap on her buttocks. While she writhed to escape the pain, she relished his possession of her.
“So what exactly do you want from me?” he asked as he smacked. “Because I want honesty and transparency from you from now on.”
Maeve was in no position to reply as she was squealing. But it was a bittersweet pain and she relished it. Finally he let up with the spanking, but held her in position across his lap; she was neither crying nor upset. She felt very tender, but strangely elated. And then he was massaging her bottom, causing the pain to subside to a delightful sensual pleasure. She was aroused as hell as the tingle spread across her bottom, the tops of her thighs, and right through to her lady-parts.
“For what it’s worth, while I stayed out with Sean, nothing happened.” She didn’t know why she had volunteered this information, but somehow it seemed important. She didn’t want him to think she was jumping from one man’s bed to another.
“Ouch,” she protested as the walloping started again, the mention of another man setting him off.
“Good, because one man should be enough in a twenty-four–hour period and something is definitely going to happen now. Jesus, woman, I’ve spent the two weeks regretting what I did. I don’t want to have to wait another day. From now on, you’re mine. Nobody else’s. I can’t bear to think of another man touching you like this. And another thing, if I think you need a spanking, I fully intend to give it, so get used to this position.” He continued whacking as if trying to eradicate her history. But it wasn’t like before. It hurt, but she felt it wasn’t anger so much as ownership. He took breathers from slapping her, rubbing and stroking, and then back to punishing her again. She had no idea how long he had been spanking or how many times he’d struck her, but for some bizarre reason, she was in no hurry for it to stop. It was creating a bond, a connection. And he seemed better able to spill his thoughts out as he chastised, instead of his usual cautious reticence. He had become different, more confident.
“Fuck, your face and your bottom are both blushing for me, how sexy is that?” Larry said as he raised her to standing.
Maeve wanted to hide from his gaze; she tried to crawl under the bedclothes. She worried that he might find her pale white body distasteful as he would be more used to tanned women. While her arms, legs, and face had taken the sun, the rest of her was milky white, apart from a trimmed neat strip of black hair on her mound.
“No, no, I want to see every bit of you. You have nothing to hide, you’re gorgeous, curvy, and sexy; don’t you dare cover up. I’ve waited too long.”
She was feeling more embarrassed by the second. Before she been ashamed of his rejection, now it was his open admiration. Maeve realised how silly she was being, but she couldn’t help it.
He pulled her in and kissed her again; she lifted his shirt, running her hands along his muscular torso. She heard his breath quicken as she trailed her fingernails along the waistband of his pants. With trembling fingers, she undid the popper and zip. She was surprised by her nerves; it wasn’t like she had never done this before, but this time it seemed to matter more. Maybe his prior rejection still stung. She wanted everything to be right, more for him than for herself. He pulled the half-opened shirt over his head. He was a joy to look at. All man. Next came the pants and Maeve had a silly shy moment where she almost didn’t want to look at him naked. She buried her face in his neck, kissing and nipping to hide her uncertainty.
His clothes were
“Don’t hide, you’re beautiful,” he said, tugging lightly on her arm. To her shock and unexpected pleasure, he pulled her naked body across his knee again and spanked her once more.
“No more toying with us. Either it’s him or me. I expect my woman to be faithful.” Each word was met with a sharp slap on her buttocks. While she writhed to escape the pain, she relished his possession of her.
“So what exactly do you want from me?” he asked as he smacked. “Because I want honesty and transparency from you from now on.”
Maeve was in no position to reply as she was squealing. But it was a bittersweet pain and she relished it. Finally he let up with the spanking, but held her in position across his lap; she was neither crying nor upset. She felt very tender, but strangely elated. And then he was massaging her bottom, causing the pain to subside to a delightful sensual pleasure. She was aroused as hell as the tingle spread across her bottom, the tops of her thighs, and right through to her lady-parts.
“For what it’s worth, while I stayed out with Sean, nothing happened.” She didn’t know why she had volunteered this information, but somehow it seemed important. She didn’t want him to think she was jumping from one man’s bed to another.
“Ouch,” she protested as the walloping started again, the mention of another man setting him off.
“Good, because one man should be enough in a twenty-four–hour period and something is definitely going to happen now. Jesus, woman, I’ve spent the two weeks regretting what I did. I don’t want to have to wait another day. From now on, you’re mine. Nobody else’s. I can’t bear to think of another man touching you like this. And another thing, if I think you need a spanking, I fully intend to give it, so get used to this position.” He continued whacking as if trying to eradicate her history. But it wasn’t like before. It hurt, but she felt it wasn’t anger so much as ownership. He took breathers from slapping her, rubbing and stroking, and then back to punishing her again. She had no idea how long he had been spanking or how many times he’d struck her, but for some bizarre reason, she was in no hurry for it to stop. It was creating a bond, a connection. And he seemed better able to spill his thoughts out as he chastised, instead of his usual cautious reticence. He had become different, more confident.
“Fuck, your face and your bottom are both blushing for me, how sexy is that?” Larry said as he raised her to standing.
Maeve wanted to hide from his gaze; she tried to crawl under the bedclothes. She worried that he might find her pale white body distasteful as he would be more used to tanned women. While her arms, legs, and face had taken the sun, the rest of her was milky white, apart from a trimmed neat strip of black hair on her mound.
“No, no, I want to see every bit of you. You have nothing to hide, you’re gorgeous, curvy, and sexy; don’t you dare cover up. I’ve waited too long.”
She was feeling more embarrassed by the second. Before she been ashamed of his rejection, now it was his open admiration. Maeve realised how silly she was being, but she couldn’t help it.
He pulled her in and kissed her again; she lifted his shirt, running her hands along his muscular torso. She heard his breath quicken as she trailed her fingernails along the waistband of his pants. With trembling fingers, she undid the popper and zip. She was surprised by her nerves; it wasn’t like she had never done this before, but this time it seemed to matter more. Maybe his prior rejection still stung. She wanted everything to be right, more for him than for herself. He pulled the half-opened shirt over his head. He was a joy to look at. All man. Next came the pants and Maeve had a silly shy moment where she almost didn’t want to look at him naked. She buried her face in his neck, kissing and nipping to hide her uncertainty.
His clothes were
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