“When we are together, it will be. I understand that I will have to share you with others, but I need some time alone with you too.” I walked over and sat down on the bed.
“You’re not going to make me read the Bible when we are alone are you?” She crawled towards me and let her head rest in my lap.
“No, I believe that every man and woman has to find their own peace with God. I preach because it was what I was called to do. Those that need to hear my words come for the message, not the man.” I reached down and stroked her hair.
“So, you won’t punish me for my sins?” She moved further across my lap and positioned herself with her bottom facing upwards.
“Are you wanting me to?” My hand nervously traced her body, moving from her ribs to the curve of her hip.
“It’s kind of a fantasy—being a naughty girl that has to be punished.” She wiggled her bottom at me and looked over her shoulder with a grin. “If it makes you uncomfortable, I can ask one of the others to do it.”
“It doesn’t make me uncomfortable.” I rubbed her bottom carefully and let my hand rest on it. “I thought you were a virgin; how did you end up with this kind of fantasy?”
“My mind takes me to strange places when I sin.” She leaned up and put her hand between her legs, rubbing her clitoris lightly. “You’re the only one that would find this sort of behavior inappropriate.” She moaned as she circled her clitoris a little faster.
“It is rather inappropriate...” I watched her finger move in a circle and patted her bottom. “It’s the kind of inappropriate behavior that could earn you a spanking.”
“Is it?” She smiled and moved her finger faster.
“Yes it is.” I brought my hand down hard on her bare bottom.
“Ow!” She wiggled her hips and pulled her hand away. “I think I’m going to be really sorry after this spanking.”
“I can certainly make sure of it.” I brought my hand down a little harder.
I felt trapped in a paradox when I started to spank Samantha. Did she know that what she asked for was one of my secret desires? There was no way she could have known—I never told a soul—even my wife when she was alive. I silently thanked God for giving me the chance to live out my secret fantasy as my hand bounced from one side of Samantha’s delicious bottom to the other. I tried to gauge her reaction, a little concerned that I would hurt her, but she continued moving her hips in a way that suggested she was begging for more—even when her bottom started to turn pink. If it kept up much longer, everyone was going to know it was me who did it because the evidence would be visible for them to see. The fantasy was too strong to keep me grounded in that reality. I tilted her hips and continued to spank her, feeling my cock practically throbbing in my pants. I spanked her until the center of her bottom was a darker shade of pink and the surrounding flesh was tinted pink before stopping. I let my hand rest on her bottom that was slightly warm to the touch.
“Are you sorry now?” I rubbed my hand down her thighs.
“Not really.” She spread her legs apart and pushed her hand back between her thighs. “All that did was make me want to sin even more. I thought you were going to punish me.”
“I can see you’re not going to learn your lesson easily.” I pushed her hand away from her pussy and brought my hand down on her bottom again.
My excitement picked up as I started to spank her again. It was a little harder than the first round and she still seemed to want more. I landed my hand on the right side of her bottom, followed by the left side, and then delivered several harder ones directly in the center. That seemed to do the trick and make her squirm. I kept the rhythm steady, and gave her a spanking that would have rivaled the kind a naughty girl truly would deserve. The squirming got more intense and she started to moan a little more, but they were mixed with groans. I felt myself slipping further and further into the fantasy. The woman across my lap was in need of punishment and it was up to me to make sure she was sorry for what she had done. My head spun with a bit of uncertainty, but I kept the spanking going until her bottom was actually turning red. After a series of rather painful smacks directly in the center of her bottom, she threw her hand back to block the next one from landing, which caused me to pull my hand away.
“I’m sorry!” Her words came out with a bit of a squeal. “I won’t do it again!”
“You don’t get to decide when the spanking is over.” I pushed her hand away and held it against her hip. “This spanking will not end until you’ve been properly punished.”
“Yes sir...” She replied with a whimper and relaxed.
I didn’t want to actually hurt our beautiful Samantha, but she needed to be pushed a little past her comfort zone in order to feel like she had actually been punished, even if it was a fantasy. Her words were submission and I knew she understood that the spanking would continue. Had she truly wanted it to end, she wouldn’t have given in so easily. I started bouncing my hand across her bottom again, watching her squirm as whimpers formed in her throat. There seemed to be an element of pleasure and discomfort in what she was feeling. It didn’t have to be much—just enough for her to feel the sting for a little while longer. I kept her bottom firmly on my lap until it was a bit darker and she was twisting in my grasp. I released the grip and she moved her hips, spreading her legs to reveal a pussy that was almost dripping with desire. I wanted to be inside of it—I wanted to feel the lust that the spanking had brought on her. My cock was so hard I thought it was going to explode b
efore I ever got the chance.
“Are you sorry now?” I let my hand rest on her bottom which was even warmer than it was before.
“Yes sir.” She looked over her shoulder and nodded.
She crawled back up the bed and I stood. My fingers were practically trembling with anticipation when I started to unbutton my shirt. I barely got it off before I was working on my belt. I don’t think I’ve ever undressed that fast. I tossed my clothes on the floor and started crawling into the bed. I was truly thankful that I had her to myself for our first encounter. I wouldn’t have dared live out the fantasy if there were others present, although I could possibly be more open to it now that I knew she actually seemed to enjoy being spanked. My cock needed to be pleasured in a way that I couldn’t remember feeling before. I took her in my arms and started to kiss along her neck. She was already panting with excitement and there wasn’t much need for foreplay. She wrapped her hand around my cock and started to stroke it, moving up and down the shaft quickly.
“I want to be on top now.” She whispered into my ear.
“Whatever you want.” I moved to the center of the bed and lay on my back.
“I want this...” She moved to my cock and straddled me, guiding it towards her wetness.
It took her a minute to get used to the position. I assumed based on her inexperience and struggle to get used to riding my cock that she hadn’t been on top when the others had visited. She finally got her hands and knees in a good position and started to slowly move up and down the shaft, using her pussy to massage my dick. It felt amazing. Her pussy was so tight that she struggled as she started moving her hips to go faster. My muscles quickly got tense as I felt the first moment of sexually driven pleasure that had my body had experienced in years. She was practically angelic as she chased her pleasure and mine, bouncing on my thighs with her pussy swallowing every inch of my cock before she started to rise up again. Each time she did, it brought me closer to ejaculation. I let my hands rest on her hips for a moment and then moved them up to caress her gorgeous breasts.