Meeting Her Match

Justin laughed, and Maz joined in.

‘Looks like we’ve found our implement,’ said Justin. ‘This is the one to use when we want to send a serious message.’

He slapped it down in the centre of my bum, harder than before.

‘How many before you crack?’ he mused.

I made it to seven, somehow, by a combination of violent wriggling, shrieking and kicking, but I had to invoke the god of war when I found myself vaulting over the sofa arm away from my varnished wooden nemesis.

Maz’s face was bright with delight while Justin slapped the paddle into his hand, shaking his head in mock-disappointment.

I knelt on a foetal position on the sofa, clutching my throbbing bottom.

‘Get back into position,’ commanded Justin.

I raised bleary eyes to his.

‘But I said the –’

‘I know. The spanking is over. I just want you back in position. OK?’

Reluctantly, fearing some kind of trick, I moved back. Were they going to turn out to be serial killers after all?

Justin’s hand felt my bottom, stroking it all over.

‘I just need to ask you somethin

g, Keris,’ he said softly.

‘Oh, what?’

‘Sometimes people just want a spanking. Sometimes they want a little bit … more. Now we can stop right here, or we can … It’s up to you.’

His hand on my arse sent waves of need along the channel and into my pussy. How should I answer this question? It seemed my cunt wanted to answer it for me.

‘I like to be touched,’ I whispered.

‘OK,’ he whispered back. ‘I can do that that. Unless you’d like Maz?’

‘You.’

His fingers walked a slow path from the crack of my bum past my perineum, stopping to glide a light circle around my vagina before finding my clit.

‘Oh yes, you’re very wet,’ he told me, unnecessarily. ‘You’re definitely the kind of naughty girl who needs our attention.’

He kept one hand on the small of my back while the other continued its explorations, settling into a firm fingering rhythm that made me rock and twist beneath him.

From the corner of my eye I could see Maz, transfixed, one of her hands pressed into the front of her smart skirt, the polished fingernails sliding gently up and down.

‘Spread your legs wider for me,’ instructed Justin and I obeyed instantly, pushing my wet sex on to his busy hand, feeling the cheeks of my arse open to give him the full view. ‘You really needed this, didn’t you? This is the kind of treatment that works for you. A sound spanking followed by a good fingering, in front of my wife. We’ll have to make this a regular event – perhaps your work performance will improve if we do this every Friday. What do you think?’

I didn’t think anything. Thought was out there somewhere. I was all sex, all submission, all dirty little slut. And it felt like where I was meant to be.

‘That’s definitely what we should do,’ said Maz, in a lower voice than usual. ‘She needs it hard and often.’

I came, half-sobbing, hiding my face in a cushion.

Well satisfied, Justin withdrew his fingers and patted my bum with them, leaving a sticky cold patch on the residually warm globes.