“No, it worked! I needed an attitude adjustment, and it worked. You don’t need to spank me,” Sara tried to convince him.
“Now, Sara! For every second you take there will be another spank. Take down your panties and bend over,” Caine ordered.
It was quiet for a few moments. I stood in place, shocked. Was Caine going to spank Sara? Did I really hear him ask for Sara to bend over his knee?
Slap!
“Oww, Caine! Not so hard!” Sara whined.
Slap. Slap. Slap.
“Sara, stop kicking and blocking. You are only going to make it last longer.”
Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap.
“Caine, please, stop! I promise I will be nice from now on. Please just stop!”
Slap. Slap. Slap.
I couldn’t move from where I was standing. I couldn’t believe I was listening to Caine give Sara a spanking! From the sounds of the spanks and the cries from Sara, it didn’t sound like a fun, playful, erotic spanking. No, this definitely sounded like a punishment. I could faintly hear Caine use a deep firm voice lecturing her between spanks, and as the spanking continued, Sara stopped pleading. Almost as if she was submitting to the spanking. After what seemed like an eternity, the spanking paused.
The next spank sounded different. There was more of a thud to the sound.
“I’m going to use the paddle on your backside every time you decide to start trouble with Neely or my sister. Do you understand?” Caine directed.
Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.
“Yes, yes! I promise I’ll work on it!” Sara cried.
Smack. Smack. Smack.
I snapped out of my mesmerized state when I heard Caine say, “Sara, I don’t like spanking you when you do something wrong, but you disrespect me when you disrespect my friends. Plus, when I tell you to not do something, I expect you to respect that.”
Sara sniffled, “All right, Caine.”
A few moments later, the spanking sounds were replaced with the sounds of passion and sex. I wasn’t surprised to hear Sara moan abnormally loud. I knew she would do something like that. I was beginning to detest the games this chick was playing, and hoped I would hear Caine spank her often. It gave me some sort of satisfaction knowing Caine could at least see what Sara was doing wrong.
I crawled into bed and turned out the lights, trying to wrap my head around what I just heard. I had never heard a spanking before. I didn’t get them as a child, and as an adult occasionally would receive an erotic spank here or there. But this was different. Caine punished Sara, and Sara let him.
I lay in bed with the realization that hearing Caine spank Sara was hot! I was completely turned on. While listening, I couldn’t help but feel aroused. In fact, I was wet with the thought of Caine spanking me. I rolled over on to my stomach and covered my head with a pillow to block out the noises of Caine and Sara’s lovemaking. I did my best to think of other things. But the only thing I could think about is what it would be like to have Caine spank me.
I was surprised by the feelings I was having. Caine and I were never anything more than friends. I never saw Caine in a sexual way. I could admit he was good looking, but that was just stating the obvious. I never considered him as a boyfriend, but all of a sudden, my imagination was taking me there.
Was it the spanking? Why would that make me want to jump his bones? I always loved how he made me feel when he was being over protective. I would act all put out, but deep down I liked it when he would tell me what to do. I liked his take charge, bossy ways.
I let out a little giggle when I remembered a time when I was eighteen. Caine had to pick me and Coley up because we had been drinking at a college frat house. He was absolutely livid. He was happy we called him rather than driving, but he was furious he had to retrieve his sister and me from some super sexed, highly intoxicated frat boys. He lectured us the whole way home while Coley and I tried our best not to laugh. He was new at having to be in a parental role so soon after their parents’ death. Thinking back, I could still remember him telling Coley, “I should put you over my knee and paddle your butt so hard you won’t be able to sit for a week.” At the time, I never thought anything of it. But now I wondered if he really meant it?
The house became quiet, too quiet. I got up and continued to unpack to keep my mind off things. I had to just keep telling myself it had been far too long since I last had sex and that was the reason for the attraction. I just needed to find a man and find a release quickly. I respected what Caine and I had and wasn’t about to risk it because I was horny. As for the spanking—maybe I needed to find a man who was interested in it, too. But how would I start that conversation?