He'd expected a fight to undress her. Instead, she'd meekly acquiesced. Now she seemed to be waiting for his next move. But not exactly warily... almost expectantly. Hopefully. Her arms hung at her sides, not at all trying to cover herself. The pert pink nipples of her breasts were rosy against the fabric of her chemise, the shadow of her womanhood easily visible. Tension shimmered in the air between them, her soft lips open as her breath quickened.
Had she wanted to be spanked?
"Come here, Gracie," he said, keeping his voice stern and his face blank as he patted his lap. She shook her head, her hands clenching into little fists at her sides. "Yes. Now, Grace. Or I'll get your hairbrush. Considering how you've behaved tonight, you shouldn't tempt me to be harsher."
As he watched, her cheeks flushed and then paled, and she took one step closer. He waited patiently, keeping his eyes trained on her face, not saying anything more. There was a struggle going on within her; as long as she made her way to him eventually, he didn't want to make it harder for her.
Each step brought her closer, coming faster as she neared him, her head ducking down as if she was too ashamed or embarrassed to look at him. Alex had her over his lap the moment she reached his side, rubbing his hand over the soft flesh of her ass as he crooned to her.
"Good girl," he said, placing one hand on the small of her back to hold her in place as his other hand squeezed the fleshy globes of her bottom. His cock was snugly caged between her body and his, eagerly rubbing against the front of his pants. The thinness of her drawers would provide no protection, but then that wasn't really the point, was it? He drew them down, feeling her squirm as he did so. "I won't be as hard on you, sweetheart, since you came to me of your own accord. But you do deserve a spanking."
Giving the pale flesh of her ass, one last caress, Alex raised his hand and let it fall with a snap.
SMACK!
The little noise that Grace uttered couldn't rightly be called a whimper or a moan, but it was something in between.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!!!
Spanking her, the advice he'd received from all the men whirled around his head. Hitting her over and over again in one spot would hurt the most eventually. The crease of her bottom and the undersides where the curves met her thighs would be the most sensitive areas to spank. Her thighs would sting her in an entirely different manner. Direct hits to her quim should be gentler than those administered to her bottom.
"You will not feign drunkenness to try and justify your abominable behavior."
SMACK! SMACK!
"You will absolutely not actually become drunk and lewd in public."
SMACK! SMACK!
Grace was starting to cry, her soft mewls and whimpers making his cock even harder as her rosy bottom darkened. Her legs had begun to move restlessly; not kicking yet, but soon they would be.
"You will not flirt with other men."
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
/> She howled, bucking slightly, as he landed the blows on her sit-spot in a small flurry, as if to emphasize that particular command. Over and over he repeated himself, and every time he returned to his rule about other men, his hand came down on her most sensitive spots.
Despite his anger and frustration with her, he felt completely in control of himself. It was a cold kind of anger, one that he'd learned to live with. However, he didn't intend to have to live with it for very much longer.
He had to admit, roasting Grace's bottom for her offenses held much greater appeal than he would have ever thought. Feeling her soft body squirming on his lap, her breathy cries filling his ears, her promises to "be good" - well, he wished he'd done this years ago instead of behaving like an utter fool. Especially because she seemed to enjoy it.
Every so often, in between raining spanks down on her tender flesh, he would pause and rub his hand over it instead. From the way she wriggled and whimpered, he knew it wasn't entirely soothing. The heat of her skin told him that she was very sensitive as he dug his fingers into her pliable flesh. A few times his fingers had brushed over the swollen lips of her pussy, which were pouty and wet with arousal.
Still, he didn't think she was getting any kind of pleasure from the punishment itself. Humiliation broke her voice when his fingers probed, and that was when she tried hardest to squirm away. Because she was embarrassed by the wetness coating her nether lips.
It took Alex's breath away to feel that hot, wet slickness at his fingertips. Knowing that it wasn't an aberration; this was not the first time she'd responded like this. He groaned as he slid two fingers into her wet heat, feeling her pussy tighten around them. Using his other hand to squeeze a reddened cheek, he held her tightly on his lap, enjoying the way she squirmed against him while he stroked her insides.
"Alex... oh no...." She gasped and writhed as his fingers found that most sensitive spot inside her body. Since she wasn't actually telling him no, just saying it as if she could ward off the pleasure with her words, he kept going. Pressing. Stroking. Squeezing her buttocks and sending tingling pain to mix with her pleasure.
His cock was rock hard and throbbing, eager to replace his fingers... but he wasn't going to. Not unless she asked. It was almost a trust exercise for them, and he would keep to his word.
Grace cried out, her body shuddering as she climaxed. Her insides clenched around his fingers, especially when he squeezed her bottom. Hips bucking, she rode out her pleasure.
"You don't need other men," Alex murmured, thrusting his fingers in deep. "I'll take care of whatever needs you have, Grace. I want to."
She moaned in response.
Pulling his fingers from the clasp of her body, he had her on her back on the bed within seconds. Although her expression was slightly dazed, her eyes flashed with fear and mistrust as she saw him looming over her.