Bad Bad Girl

Her lovey dovey thoughts were interrupted by a loud slap to her ass. “Hey!” she squealed.

He spanked her again and again, before saying, “You’re lucky you didn’t mess up my art.” He yanked down her pants effortlessly, not stopping at her panties. All her clothing was pulled down to her knees in a few swift movements. He continued to spank, his hand crashing down on her nude bottom. “Number one, your tattoo shouldn’t be out in the sun. You were naked in that tree!”

His hand peppered her backside at a speed and strength that took her breath away. She hadn’t seen this coming at all. He’d given no warning.

“Ow! Okay, I get your point.” She sort of giggled as she expressed her pain. “Ow! I get it!”

“Laughing? A spanking isn’t supposed to make you laugh.” He spanked a little harder and made sure to hit the sensitive spot, right where her butt met her thighs.

This spanking, although it still stung like hell, was more comfortable in regards to her position. Lying across his lap on the bed was a lot less awkward, but the bareness of her ass had her face hotter than her punished behind. She tried to reach back to cover up, but was only rewarded by Sawyer holding her hand out of the way while he continued on with the spanking.

“It wasn’t one of my wisest moments,” she defended breathlessly, as the loud swatting continued.

“And you should be careful to keep it clean. Running around doing yoga in the buff isn’t exactly doing that,” he lectured, as he rained down one spank after another. “I don’t know why you don’t listen to me when it comes to this tattoo and what I know.” His spanking increased in severity. “But from now on, your bottom will pay the price every time you choose to ignore my words.”

“I don’t ignore you.” Swat, swat, swat. “Ow!” Swat, swat, swat. “You’re right, I should have listened and paid attention. I’m sorry.”

Just when she thought she couldn’t take one more swat without people in the next state hearing her howls, Sawyer stopped. Like after the last spanking, he softly caressed her ass, helping take the sting away. Rebecca remained motionless, not sure what to think. Her butt hurt, that much was for sure, but her pussy throbbed. Her breath came out in gasps—from the spanking, but also from her desire. There were no better words to describe her feelings other than that she was turned on beyond belief. Was it the spanking? Was it Sawyer and his take-charge, alpha ways? The fact that her lower region was completely exposed?

Sawyer continued to caress, allowing Rebecca to gather some sense of reason. She didn’t want to let him know what his spanking did to her. But then it happened. He slowly moved his hand and dipped his finger into her dripping wet folds. Evidence of her extreme arousal coated his finger as he ran it along her seam. She didn’t know what to do. Should she close her legs tightly? Should she try to squirm off his lap, or should she press into his finger, pleading for more?

He answered the question for her as he pressed his finger past her slick folds and into her welcoming pussy. He didn’t move it in and out as she had expected—and hoped—he would do. He merely kept it rooted in place, pressing a tad deeper when she could no longer hold back the moan trapped behind her lips.

“I want you, Rebecca. I want you now.”

Before she could agree with his feelings, or beg him to fuck her hard, Sawyer lifted her off his lap and lowered her down on the bed, carefully resting her head on the pillow.

She had never learned the art of seduction. Sexy was not a term she would ever use to describe herself. Lingerie made her feel like she was playing dress-up, and she always felt like a lanky kid with too many freckles. Dirty talk made her giggle, and not the cute sultry giggle that can turn a guy on. Different positions, other than the basics, always seemed to give her a cramp in the leg or butt cheek. And she was a master at staying in her head and overthinking everything, which usually prevented her from having an orgasm. One minute she would be thinking about if she had remembered to shave her legs, and the next minute the guy would be coming. Just like that—sex was over. So, Rebecca wasn’t exactly a prude or inexperienced—just not sexy.

But for some crazy, inexplicable reason, lying there naked on the bed, as Sawyer looked down upon her, Rebecca Hadley felt like the sexiest woman alive.

The bed shifted as he positioned his naked body on top of hers. His eyes remained locked on her face as he lowered his lips to hers, capturing her mouth in a kiss. Everything moved so smoothly, so naturally, so perfectly.