Terraformed Skies

by Anna Lewis

  Even though she was secretly enjoying herself, she squirmed, quietly trying to get down without drawing attention to herself. Modesty was just too deeply ingrained in her, and she couldn’t just let it go as easily as it appeared the other women did.

  I wonder if they fought this internal battle, she thought, looking around at the confident women around her and thinking that she was the only one that was so unsure of herself. She knew what she craved, but embracing those cravings was another thing altogether.

  “Relax,” he said, holding her closer. “No one is watching.”

  “But if they look, then they can—

  “Like they couldn’t see when you were on my lap?” he teased. “I could always change how I’m holding you.”

  “Please don’t.”

  “Why did that sound like ‘please do’?”

  “I don’t know,” she said, but she’d heard it, too; the longing in her voice.

  “I won’t, don’t worry,” he said. “As much as I enjoy a little exhibitionism, right now I’m feeling too possessive of your sweetness to flash your goodies at everyone.”

  “I’m not sure if I’m relieved or mortified.”

  “A little of both is fine,” he quipped.

  “Where are we going?”

  “To the suite.”

  “Why?”

  “I said I wasn’t going to give you your first spanking here in front of everyone. I didn’t say that I wasn’t going to give you your first spanking today.”

  ***

  Eric stepped onto the empty elevator, still holding her in his arms. She saw his eye flick to her reflection and a sexy smile spread across his face.

  “Nice,” he said, his voice already husky with his need.

  “You can put me down,” she said.

  “I’m good like this. I like this view.”

  “At least I know you’re not a complete saint,” she teased, kissing him on the cheek impulsively and wishing she was bold enough to do more.

  “I never claimed to be any sort of saint.”

  “Good call.” The elevator door opened and Shawna tensed. “Oh boy.”

  “You can say no,” he said quietly.

  “I can’t.”

  “That’s what I thought, but I figured I would give you a way out if you wanted to take it.”

  “I would be kicking myself later. I spent most of last night imagining myself over your lap, and I would regret it if I didn’t at least try it.”

  “That’s what I like to hear,” he said, setting her down on her feet and opening the door to the suite.

  He opened the door but she didn’t move.

  “If I ask you to stop, you will, right?”

  “Of course, I will. Even if you just need a moment, I’ll give you a chance to cool down for a second. I’ll be gentle; I promise.”

  “Okay, I believe you. I mean, if you were going to harm me, you could have done something so many times by now, right?”

  “Exactly.”

  He motioned to the open door and she walked in, her stomach a bundle of nerves, her steps slow. When the door shut behind them and she heard him turn the deadbolt, her heart skipped a beat.

  Was she really doing this? Was she really going to let this man take her over his knee and—

  Her breath caught, and she realized that he was standing behind her, waiting for her to make a decision. She hadn’t moved and neither had he.

  She turned, her lips parted and her eyes searching his as she struggled to calm her frantic heart.

  “I don’t know if I’m strong enough to do this.”

  “What would you like me to do about that?” he asked, gently cupping her face in his hands and tilting her head up so she had to look him in the eye.

  “Just do it. I want to do it, but I’m so nervous that if you make me ask you, I’m just going to run away and hide.”

  “You’re stronger than that,” he said, rubbing his thumb across her lips.

  “Not today.”

  “I understand,” he said. “You’ve been pretty brave all weekend.”

  “The weekend’s only half over,” she said, closing her eyes when he leaned closer.

  His lips were soft against hers, his kiss so achingly tender that it set her heart aflutter. She opened her mouth to him, deepening the kiss and moaning when his tongue met hers.

  She was the first to pull away, breathing heavily as much from the excitement as she was from holding her breath while they kissed. His lips parted in a gentle smile, and he kissed her forehead.

  “You are by far the sweetest flower I have ever held in my arms,” he said softly. “Women like you are so rare. I’ve been dreaming of kissing you since the night after you walked into my office.”

  “You’re turned on by women who have just been fired and have red eyes from crying all night?”

  “No, but I felt this burning desire to protect you from ever feeling that sad again. That counts for something, right?”

  “That counts for a lot,” she said sweetly.

  She kissed him again, boldly, her hands running through his soft brown hair. She moaned against his mouth, then pulled away.

  “Are you ready?” he asked.

  No.

  “Yes,” she said, a bit breathless.

  He smiled, taking her hand and leading her to the sofa and sitting down in the middle. She stood in front of him, looking unsure of herself, but he smiled and grabbed both of her hands, pulling her down onto his lap. She squealed, laughing as he rearranged her on his lap until her ass rested comfortably beneath his hand.

  Lifting her skirt, he rubbed her bare skin slowly at first, then more vigorously. He pushed her legs apart and slid his fingers between her legs. He stroked her, toying with her until she was squirming on his lap.

  “Keep your legs open like that, and arch your back so I have easy access to the sweet spot,” he said calmly. When she arched her back obediently, she felt the low chuckle in his belly. “I wonder how long you’ve been fantasizing about this.”

  “A long time,” she admitted.

  “Before you ever met me?” he pressed.

  “Yes,” she admitted again, squirming where she lay.

  The anticipation was killing her.

  He was still rubbing her cheeks, spreading them apart and squeezing them together almost roughly, then rubbing down the backs of her legs and back up again. She was about to ask him if he was ever going to start when the first slap landed on her ass and startled her out of her musings.

  It wasn’t as hard as she’d imagined it would be, but it still stung. She moved her hand to reach back and rub the spot, but he stopped her.

  “You should never put your hands back when you’re in the middle of getting spanked. If it’s too much, say so, otherwise keep your hands under your head. If you can’t do that and you need me to pin them behind your back, I will.”

  His voice was stern, though the tenderness was still there. Shawna felt a little twinge of excitement at his firm tone. Until now, Eric had been nothing but soft, patient, accommodating. But this Eric was thrilling.

  Before she could say anything else, another slap landed on the back of her leg, just below her bottom. She gave a tiny squeal of surprise, but another swat landed on her behind, followed by three more in quick succession, each in a different spot. The area warmed quickly and she felt herself reaching back to rub again, even though she knew that she shouldn’t.

  Without a word, Eric pinned her arm behind her back, effectively pinning her entire body. Her nipples tightened in response, and he quickly laid a volley of smacks on her ass in response to her attempt to stop him. She was gasping now, each swat more shocking than the last. She arched her back and picked her head up off the sofa, wriggling in his lap to try to get away, but it was no use. He had her pinned.

  She was about to call out her safe word when Eric stopped, rubbing her burning flesh with his hand soothingly. She let her head fall back to the sofa, catching her breath, and laughing as
she did.

  “You alright?” he asked, laughing with her.

  “I was about to say the word,” she said.

  “I know,” he said. “That’s why I stopped. I think if you’ll fight a little less, you’ll find that you can take more than you think. But when you tense up, you make it worse on yourself.”

  “I couldn’t help it,” she said. “I was trying, but it’s just so shocking.”

  He slid his hand down her butt cheeks and in between her legs.

  “Your body betrays you,” he said when his fingers slid effortlessly between her folds. “You’re very wet.”

  “I didn’t say I didn’t like it. I said I couldn’t hold still.”

  He laughed then.

  “I kind of like it when you struggle,” he said, and she felt the proof in his word beneath her. “Maybe when you’re my personal assistant, I’ll teach you how to take a spanking obediently.”

  “I would like that.”

  “I’m glad,” he said, stroking her a little more until her body relaxed on his lap. “Now, let’s try again. Back arched, legs apart, I’ll start with your arm pinned. Count in your head; I’m going to give you six quick, then a little rub, then six more.”

  “Okay,” she said, unsure if she could handle that.

  “Knowing how many are coming should help you power through.”

  She nodded, not trusting herself to speak, but before she could nod twice, the first of six fast swats landed on her already warm skin.

  She struggled to keep her back arched and legs apart, counting down the swats and breathing heavily in between. She was excited, and she was on the verge of orgasm. She could feel her body working its way there.

  Arching her back higher, she was ready when the next set came. This time, she didn’t struggle so much, and she could hear Eric murmuring encouragement over the sound of his flesh hitting hers.

  The third set was harder to bear, and despite her best efforts, she couldn’t help struggling. She pursed her lips together, not wanting to use her safe word when she didn’t really need it.

  She moved on his lap, trying to dodge each swat and failing miserably. When Eric grabbed her between the legs and around the waist and moved her so he could use his legs to hold her legs down, her excitement overflowed.

  This time, when his hand connected with her ass, she bucked and writhed, his tight hold all the permission she needed to go wild. He released her hand, but his leg was in the way, and reaching back was futile. He reached under her belly, free hand going between her legs and spreading the folds of her sex. He held her between her legs, stroking quickly as his right hand swatted her ass over and over. The pain was intense, but her climax rose higher and faster than the sweet pain of his firm hand.

  When her orgasm finally came, she cried out his name, trembling across his lap as he continued to spank her backside until she finally collapsed onto the sofa.

  He rubbed her gently, fingers trailing over the stinging flesh as she struggled to catch her breath. She heard a bottle cap flip open and felt the cool lotion on her ass as he rubbed it into every inch of her reddened flesh.

  She sighed, turning her head so she could see him and smile.

  “Did you enjoy yourself?” he asked, still rubbing lotion into her skin.

  “I did,” she said. “The question is, did you?”

  “I could do this every day and never get tired of seeing your sweet curves stretched across my lap.”

  “I may hold you to that,” she teased.

  “I hope you do.”

  ***

  Shawna lay like that for some time, enjoying the cool air of the fan on her skin. Eric continued to rub long after the lotion had absorbed into her skin, talking to her quietly and soothing every inch of her, body and soul.

  When he finally nudged her to sit up, she was loathe to leave the sofa, even to stand right in front of him.

  “You’re beautiful,” he said, lifting her skirt and taking a long look at her. “Remember the other thing you said you liked?”

  She swallowed hard. She did, but now that she wasn’t suffering from debilitating, sexual frustration, she wondered if she really liked the idea of being the only one in the room that was naked.

  “I remember, but I’m not sure—”

  “Remember how I said I was going to train you, and you said you liked that idea, but I should just do it?”

  “I do,” she said, biting her lip and sighing.

  “Well, your training starts now.”

  When she didn’t argue, he smiled.

  “You’re so good at this already,” he said. “I have a feeling that you know more about the lifestyle than you let on.”

  “I don’t,” she said, shaking her head.

  “Then, you’re a natural.” His hand was on the tiny hidden zipper on the back of her skirt, sliding it open, then pushing her suspenders off her shoulders. “I think you’ll enjoy this more than you think you will.”

  Her skirt fell to the floor and she stepped out of it and her shoes in one smooth motion. He took her stockings off, dropping them in the pile, then turned to admire her.

  She stood there, already feeling naked in just the crop top and her lacy bra. When Eric stood and grabbed the bottom of the shirt, she trembled in anticipation. He pulled it up and over her head and dropped it on the floor with the rest of her clothes.

  He took his time with her bra, unsnapping it, then sliding one strap at a time off her shoulders before he finally pushed her bra down her arms and onto the pile.

  His hands went to her breasts, and his mouth to one nipple, then the other, sucking them until they were hard little points in the cool air of the room.

  “Take your clothes to the bathroom and put them in the hamper,” he said.

  She nodded, going to the bathroom and doing as he asked. She stopped, turning so she could see her ass in the mirror. It was still red, and on one side, she could see one well-formed handprint. She smiled, running her hand over the red flesh and shivering when it stung still. It didn’t hurt bad, and it wouldn’t be more than a little warm when she went to bed, but it felt wonderful, and her nipples hardened even more in response to the wondrous feeling beneath her fingertips.

  She was so lost in the moment that she didn’t realize how long she’d been in there until she heard Eric talking softly, then hanging up the hotel phone. She hurried out of the bathroom to him, hoping that he wasn’t upset that she’d lingered for so long in the bathroom.

  When she came through the door, he was smiling at her.

  “You are perfect,” he said, waving her over to him and pulling her down onto his lap.

  She moved so the tender flesh hung in the air and only the backs of her legs touched his. He laughed when he noticed what she’d done.

  “Does it hurt?”

  “Not horribly. It actually feels really good.”

  “I can see that. Red is a good color on you.”

  She thought for a moment that he was going to swat her behind again, but his eyes were on her taut, supple breasts. She turned so he had a better view, and was rewarded with a wide smile.

  “You’re sure a treat,” he said. “I can’t wait to get you in the office Monday.”

  “Can I still take a week off?” she asked, timidly.

  “You can,” he said. “I might have to visit you in your home, but you can always have a week off.”

  She shook her head.

  “No way,” she laughed. “The walls are thin, and the neighbors are already nosey enough without adding fuel to the fire.”

  He sighed dramatically, but she knew that he wasn’t upset.

  “I guess I can live without my sweet pet for one week.”

  Her heart quickened when he called her pet, the term of endearment so sweet in her ears.

  “I think you’ll be fine,” she teased him, then almost jumped when there was a knock at the door.

  His calm smile told her that he was expecting company, and quickly her eyes shot to
the bathroom door to gauge the distance.

  “Answer the door,” he said calmly.

  “What?” she stuttered.

  “That’s our dinner. Answer the door.” He handed her a hundred dollar bill. “Give them a tip while you’re at it and make eye contact. Remember, you hold the power.”

  She looked at him, her mouth parted, sure he couldn’t be serious. When a firm swat landed on her backside, she knew he meant business. She hopped up from his lap the instant his hand connected with her behind, walking slowly toward the door as another knock came.

  She looked back at him and he arched an eyebrow at her, daring her to disobey. She toyed with the idea of using her word, but she knew the instant she said it, the night would be over and the play would end. She wasn’t ready to end it, even if that meant answering the door to a complete stranger in the nude.

  Her hand was on the doorknob and then she turned the handle, pulling the door open and standing there in front of the man with the room service tray. He didn’t bat an eye, smiling at her warmly and reading off the order. Her mouth watered as he read her the description of the food beneath the covered plates, and then she stepped aside for him to push in the tray.

  The man acknowledged Eric and the two men exchanged a knowing grin. Shawna felt her face flush, but she didn’t move to cover herself. It was pointless, and she knew that Eric would find a way to up the stakes if she did something like that. It would be over sooner if she embraced it, then she could enjoy the dinner that beckoned to her from beneath the silver domes.

  She tilted her chin, holding her head high as the man parked the tray and quickly set the low table in front of the sofa. She wanted to tell the man that she could do that, but she held her tongue.

  When he was finally finished, she thanked him for serving them and followed him to the door. As soon as he was gone, she turned the deadbolt and breathed a sigh of relief.

  He was finally gone.

  When she returned to the sofa, Eric was smiling at her. She smiled back, choosing to kneel on the floor on the other side of the coffee table rather than sit on the sofa beside Eric. He smiled his approval at her, and with a flourish, presented the succulent chicken dish and poured her a glass of sparkling grapefruit juice.