“This stings a lot more than my hand, doesn’t it?” I brought it down on the left side.
“Yes!” She nodded and grimaced. “I think it’s going to make me a very good girl.”
“Right now, it only seems to be making you extremely wet.” I brought the paddle down on her bottom again, delivering two quick smacks that bounced from one side to the other.
“I can’t help it...” She lifted her bottom up.
“Maybe you need to be paddled harder.” I gave her a smack that was a little firmer than the others.
“That isn’t making it any better.” She shook her head and I gave her another smack. “You’re setting my pussy on fire.”
“I’ve got something that can put that fire out.” I nodded and paddled her again.
“I need it.” She started to grind her hips against my cock. “I need it now.”
I put the paddle on the bed and helped her off of my knee. I reached for the buttons on my shirt, but she was too quickly for me. She attacked my lips like a woman possessed. I wrapped my arms around her and felt a passion from her that I hadn’t felt the previous night. The fantasy was mixing with reality and the paddle had awakened something within her. She tore at my clothes until I was naked. She pushed me towards the bed and then straddled me, but instead of facing me, she positioned herself so that she was facing away. She stroked my cock and then started to slide onto it. A gasp escaped her lips when she got to the base and started to grind against my pelvis. Her desire was almost primal. To my surprise, she reached over and picked up the paddle, leaning back and putting it in my hand. She bounced on my cock a couple of times and then bent over so that it was still inside of her, but her bottom was tilted upwards.
“Now I want you to make me...” She let out a moan as she slid up and down a few inches of my cock, “...really sorry.”
I clenched the paddle in my hand and brought it down on her bottom. Hearing the sound and watching her reaction made my cock throb. The impact caused her to bounce a little on my cock and then she was still. I gave her a smack on the opposite side of her ass and she bounced again, sending sensations of pleasure through me. I started to pant with excitement as I brought the paddle down on her exposed bottom. She didn’t move unless she felt the sting of the paddle and as soon as it dissipated, she stopped moving. The only way I was going to get the pleasure I craved was to punish her. I repeated the pattern several times, bringing the paddle down hard and gasping as she rode my cock from the reverberation of being punished. Her bottom started to turn a darker shade, almost as red as it was when I punished her with my hand, but she kept begging for more, bending over so that more of her bottom was exposed. My lust roared to life and I needed her to keep going. My balls were throbbing with a desire to explode and she was barely teasing me. I started spanking her harder, with less time between the smacks, and she never had a chance to stop bouncing.
“Yes!” She squealed and kept moving up and down my shaft. “Make me sorry!”
I kept paddling her and felt the sensations flooding through my body. I was close to the release I needed, but what we were doing was so erotic and exciting I didn’t want it to end. My desires consumed me and I kept spanking her, feeling her squirm and writhe on my cock until I felt her start to cum. I paddled her through her orgasm as she kept consuming my cock with her pussy and then I could no longer hold back. The sight of her punished bottom and the feeling of her eruption made the cum surge through my balls and into my cock. I exploded into her with an ejaculation that was more powerful than anything I had felt before in my life. The previous night barely registered on a scale compared to it. I ejaculated for what felt like an eternity, feeling my seed flood her pussy. When I was finally done, my arms collapsed onto the bed and I felt a tingle from head to toe. She bounced on my cock a couple of times before she pulled it free from her pussy. It was saturated with the combination of our lust.
“I made a really big mess...” She leaned down and took my cock in her hand. “I guess I should clean it up.”
“Oh wow!” Her lips enveloped my cock and her tongue moved along the bottom.
I thought I was done but Samantha’s mouth made my cock start to get hard again. She moved up and down it rather fast once she got the residue of our orgasms off. I felt myself tightening up again. It seemed that I still had something left to give. She wrapped her hand around the base of my dick and twisted it as she went down on the top part. It was enthusiastic, naughty, and so mind blowing that I felt my balls getting tight. My hips twisted and my abdomen clenched. It was a mixture of my cock being massaged when it was at the most sensitive point, yet a desire to experience another explosion. I finally felt my body give way to temptation and I erupted in her mouth. It wasn’t as powerful as what I felt when I was inside of her but it was like having all of my energy drained out of me. She licked along the bottom and sucked the last drop out of the tip before leaning back and smiling.
“I figured I’d do something naughty so you have a reason to punish me tomorrow.” She crawled up the bed and lay down beside me.
“That’ll definitely do it.” I let out a tired sigh. “I’m glad I don’t have to go back downstairs because you have completely drained me tonight.”
“Good.” She closed her eyes. “Let’s go to sleep.”
“That’s a good plan.” I put the paddle on the table beside us, turned off the lamp, and wrapped my arms around my beautiful Samantha.
Chapter 16: Samantha
I had no idea how to explain what I felt when I saw the paddle for the first time. Knowing he wanted to use it on me made me tingle with excitement. A few smacks on my ass made me quiver with a desire that was so strong I was afraid I would orgasm just from being paddled. The paddle had managed to breathe life back into me after I was entirely exhausted from what I experienced downstairs and then it took my breath away. My ass was sore and practically on fire when the desire inside of me was satisfied, but I didn’t care. Thoughts about being back in that very position again were dancing around in my head as I tried to sleep. I could hear Luther’s light snore before I even recovered from the afterglow of my orgasm. I was sad to be leaving them the next day, but I knew I didn’t have a choice. I needed to get back home and make arrangements so I could move to Granite Falls permanently. The separation was going to be hard. I had no doubt about that.
THE NEXT MORNING STARTED the same way the previous one did. I woke up to find them waiting on me with breakfast ready. Luther was still sleeping beside me, but he started to wake up once they moved towards the bed. They sat down a plate for both of us and let us choose what we wanted from a variety of breakfast items. I leaned more towards the bacon, eggs and toast. Luther mostly ate fruit.
“The tires look good.” Axe walked around my car and kicked each one of them, which appeared to be his way of testing them. “I’ll follow you until you hit the highway.”
“You’re sweet, but that isn’t necessary.” I shook my head and smiled.
“No, he’s definitely following you.” Jesse piped up from the front porch of our house. “The last time you were out there, you blew a tire.”
“I still think one of us should go with you.” Steve leaned against the rail that surrounded the porch.
“We talked about this during my bath—and again at breakfast. I’ll be fine, I promise.” I opened my car door. “Hugs?”
I hugged Axe first since he was right there beside the car. They all took their turn giving me a hug, some of them letting it linger a little longer. Blue went for a little extra and kissed me as well, which started the process all over again because they all wanted that too. Each of them seemed to try and outdo the other, so I spent nearly thirty minutes having my lips crushed by one hungry set after another. By the time I had finished with them, I was already tingling with excitement and I really just wanted to go upstairs. I fought back against my desires and climbed into the driver’s seat. Axe cranked up his motorcycle and followed behind me. As much as I tried to convince them I didn’t need an escort, I was happy he was there. When we reached the highway and he waved goodbye
before turning his motorcycle around, I felt an intense sadness circulating inside of me. I felt tears in the corner of each eye and turned on the radio, trying to fight them off. I couldn’t believe how sad I felt towards leaving. When I arrived in Granite Falls, all I wanted to do was get out—once I was gone, all I wanted to do was get back there as quickly as possible.