Flipp giggled coyly, unwilling to say the word he wanted to hear. “That thing you did before…in my bedsit that time.”
“That thing I did before in your bedsit? What, listen to music? Make a brew?”
“No. Don’t be so…you know. That time. Over your knee on the bed.”
“Ohhhh, that time.” The love pats began to increase in force and speed, the light slap-slap filling the tent. “That time you were a bad girl, you mean? Well, one of the times you were a bad girl,” he amended, landing a slap on the top of Flipp’s right thigh.
“I didn’t do anything wrong.”
“You still haven’t said what you mean, though, Flipp. I’m waiting. Tell me what’s going to happen to you, or there will be trouble.”
“There’s trouble already,” Flipp pointed out.
“Worse trouble,” growled Rocky, and the smacks were starting to sting now.
Flipp squirmed on her stomach. Worse trouble didn’t bear thinking about. Her skin was beginning to heat up, pleasant prickles of sensation moving around her bottom and down to her crotch, reawakening the desire that had been assuaged on the waterslide.
“What’s worse than getting spanked?” she squeaked, her fingers curling into claws around the soft fabric of the sleeping bag.
“Aha. You said it. Now I can give you what you deserve, Miss.” He kept the pace slow, landing blows that were not too hard, but just hard enough to create slight discomfort. Flipp wondered how deep the shade of pink might be on the flesh jiggling under his hand.
Flipp mewled and wriggled, but she had no earnest desire to remove herself from his range, enjoying the growing burn and the corresponding excitement in her pussy.
“What’s worse than getting spanked?” Rocky mused on the question as his hand kept up its punishing rhythm. “Let me see. How about getting strapped?”
Flipp’s kicking legs froze and her buttocks clenched.
“What?”
“With my belt,” Rocky clarified, reaching for the length of supple leather, releasing it from his trousers and doubling it into a loop.
“Oh God, won’t that really hurt?”
“You can find out. Would you like to?” He bent his lips to her ear. “Do you trust me?”
Flipp swallowed. She rotated her hips, missing the percussive pressure of Rocky’s hand on her backside already. Did she trust him? Of course she did.
“Yeah, I do,” she admitted in a whisper. “Go on, then. But will you stop if it gets too much?”
“You know I will.”
Kneeling by her side, Rocky let the cold, smooth leather drift over Flipp’s warm arse cheeks, making her sigh with pleasure at the contrast.
“Oh, that feels nice,” she muffled into the sleeping bag, her arms relaxed in front of her, her legs now flat, sinking down.
Rocky grabbed a pillow and placed it under her stomach, elevating her bottom nicely and separating her thighs just enough to grant him a peek between.
“Nice, eh?” He let the leather dip between her parted legs and rubbed it up and down inside Flipp’s slick pussy lips. Feeling its surface and texture on her clit, Flipp began to breathe quickly, realising that it would take very little of this treatment to make her come again. But she knew that Rocky had other things on his mind. All the same, her disappointment was keen when he whipped the belt out from her thighs and then flicked it smartly over the centre of her bottom, the sting enhanced by her own wetness on the leather.
“Oh.” Flipp’s cry of shock soon turned into a deep sigh. The sting was sharp, but it soon spread and glowed into the heat of pure desire. Does this make me a masochist? she asked herself, surprised by her capacity to endure and enjoy pain.
Psychological ponderings were soon driven out of her head by the next stroke, fiery and sweet, lighting her up again. Rocky delivered twelve of these, varying the force and speed, making sure that Flipp never guessed where the next one would land, only finishing when her bottom was glowingly hot all the way down to her thighs.
“You haven’t begged me to stop yet,” he noted, putting the belt down. “Will you be disappointed if I do?”
“Mmmm, not disappointed.” Flipp stretched her legs out and flexed her toes, dizzy with the radiant warmth that circulated around her body. “Depends what you’re gonna do next. I’ll be disappointed if you don’t fuck me senseless.”
Rocky grinned and sat up on his heels. “I’ll definitely be doing that again, then,” he promised. “Get you good and wet, did it?” He reached down and fingered her clit for evidence. “Oh yes, I see it did. You kinky little minx. Well, I don’t want to disappoint you. Get up on your knees.”