by Allison West
His hand came down, playfully smacking her bottom. Through the layer of sweat pants, her rear still hurt but it also sent a rush of blood making her pussy throb.
"What was that for?" she asked, curious why he had decided to spank her.
"You asked if I was gay or not. Didn't anyone ever teach you manners?" Laughing, he ran his palms down her back, his fingers caressing the small of her back where the hem of the sweatpants she wore covered her bottom.
"Apparently not. The same could be said for you. Spanking a girl you barely know."
"I don't think that's true." He ran his hands over her back as he stretched out on the mattress beside her, lying down. His fingers continued to caress her back, offering her exactly what he promised, a massage. "We've gotten to know one another over the course of this evening."
"You mean with that game we played?" She didn't argue that it had helped her get into his head a little bit more than when she'd first set eyes on him. "I still don't know anything about you. What do you do for a living?"
"I'm an ER doctor. Usually I work the holidays since I don't have family, but this year with the snow, someone else took my shift. Long story. What about you, Becca?"
"I teach gymnastics to preschoolers. It's fun, and surprisingly, it pays the bills."
"Do you have your own studio?"
"Yes, I opened up my own place about six months ago."
"Congratulations." He sounded happy for her, which was a surprise considering most of the guys she dated thought her job was a joke. She'd been proud of the studio.
Becca smiled, enjoying his touch as he soothed her, but he wasn't putting her body to sleep. Instead, his hands were having the opposite effect. Part of her wanted Alec to spank her again, not that she felt comfortable voicing her desires to him. Maybe if she did something naughty he'd reward her as she hoped. Was she crazy for thinking such thoughts? She didn't care.
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Her hips shifted against the mattress and Alec stifled the feeling of his growing erection. Thankfully, Becca couldn't see the tent he'd pitched from her position with her head on the pillow.
"Who was the last girl you fucked?" she asked.
Her question startled him. His hands momentarily stalled against her back. "Excuse me?"
"You heard me," she said, her voice smug.
His hand came down, spanking her bottom. He couldn't believe her question or the language she'd used. "Ladies don't speak with such a vulgar tongue."
She moaned into the pillow. Had it been the spanking or was she making the sound from the pain he'd induced. Her rear had been clothed and if she was his to claim, he'd have bared her skin for more than just one swat.
"Did you cream in her mouth?"
Shaking his head, he couldn't believe that she hadn't learned her lesson. "Do you want me to spank you, is that it?" He'd warned her and she went ahead and asked questions that took things too far.
Sitting up, he pulled her over his knee, his fingers brushing against her bare breasts unintentionally as he positioned her across his lap, her bottom over his legs. In one easy motion he forced the sweats past her hips and was greeted with the sight of Becca in no panties. She looked lovely, her bottom with a faint blush from where his hand had grazed her just moments earlier.
"This will teach you discipline," he said, warning her briefly of what was to come.
"Let me go!" she wiggled against his waist, trying to break free. Did she feel embarrassed to be clad in almost nothing, lying across his lap?
His hard on earlier had grown tremendously. He just hoped she couldn't feel and didn't notice it, as his attention was bestowed on her. His hand came down, spanking her bare cheeks, letting her feel the sting she deserved. "Is this what you wanted?" Alec asked. He peppered her bottom with the palm of his hand, reddening both cheeks as his eyes caught a glimpse of her swollen pink pussy blooming out at him to see. He could smell the sweet aroma wafting in the air. Had he aroused her through discipline?
She whined and fussed, kicking as she tried to break free from his grasp. "I'm not a child!"
"Then don't use such vulgar language, and stop fighting me," he said, his hand landing harder on her bottom. It stung slightly not that he'd ever admit to the slight pain. If he had a hairbrush handy, he'd have used the wooden paddle side on her bottom. Luckily for her, all his spanking instruments were put away. He hadn't expected a guest this evening.
Her kicking and fighting lulled as he landed one last smack to her red bottom. His hands caressed her legs as he reached for the waistband of the sweats, lifting them back up her hips.
She covered her breasts with her hands, lying back down on the mattress. She didn't even attempt to lie on her back. Her bottom was raw and she buried her hands back under the pillow with a heavy sigh.
Becca's eyes had darkened and her face flushed from the spanking. "No one's ever done that to me before."
"Well you deserved it."
"I know," she said, surprising him. Usually the women that he'd dated had been defiant even after a spanking, insisting they weren't wrong, but that they'd take their punishment so both of them could move on.
The room filled with silence. He watched her, hoping she wasn't mad at him. She hadn't grabbed the tee shirt and kicked him from the bedroom, though it was his house. Several minutes passed before he voiced his next thought. It had been on his mind since opening the door to her. "You look familiar," he whispered.
"Yeah?" Her eyes fell shut and he couldn't help but wonder if she grew tired.
"What college did you attend?" Alec asked.
"Northwestern. You?"
"Bowling Green. I guess it's not from school." His movements on her back stilled as he stared at her. He didn't want to sound rude, but he had to know. "Did you ever have dark brown hair?" She may be a blonde now but it didn't mean it was her natural hair color, or perhaps maybe it was and at one point she'd dyed it brown.
"Yeah, about ten, maybe twelve years ago." Her eyes fluttered open. "Maybe we met in another life," she smiled, joking with him. "Can you believe I'm not tired?"
"Are you blaming me for keeping you up?" he asked, joking with her. Her reddened bottom may have had a part to play in keeping her awake.
"Maybe," she said and grinned. "You can go to bed."
Alec shook his head. That wasn't happening. "Not until you fall asleep."
She reached for the shirt on the mattress, pushing him slightly off the material. "Turn around so I can put a shirt on."
"You don't have to do that." He sat up and turned to face the door, giving her privacy.
"Yes, I do," Becca said. The bed shifted slightly and the sound of fabric rustling enveloped the room as she redressed herself. "You can turn around."
He didn't waste a second, spinning back around on the mattress and stretching out. He had no intention of calling it a night just yet. It may have been swiftly approaching midnight, but he wasn't tired. Not any longer.
She inched closer, her breath hovering just above his lips. "Tell me you want to kiss me," she whispered, teasing him. Was she waiting for him to make the first move?
Of course he wanted her and he took it as a sign and an invitation to show her that he did. His lips crushed hers as he leaned into her warmth. He rolled them around, forcing Becca onto her back. A hiss formed under her breath, probably as her bottom hit the mattress.
As quick as the solid material grazed her rear, she wrestled Alec onto his back, pinning him down with all her weight. Staring down with bright eyes, the grin spread across her face, quite pleased with their arrangement.
Alec raised an eyebrow. "I prefer to be in charge," he said, wanting to dominate her. His leg slid around hers, pulling her tighter as he trapped her limbs, wrestling her onto her back yet again. "It's not negotiable."
Becca fought back, using her legs and her hips to roll them around, forcing them both off the mattress and haphazardly onto the floor. Laughing under her breath, she winced, rubbing her elbow. "Ow."
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p; "You fell on me." How was it she was complaining? Alec took most of the brunt of the blow to the ground. Thankfully, his head missed the corner of the end table.
Her body lay above his, the smile growing across her face, quite pleased with the endeavor.
"No way." He wasn't letting her win and certainly not with how she'd gone about being dominant. One of them could have been seriously injured. With his strength and weight he wrestled her around, flipping Becca onto her stomach as he ripped the sweats down and off, leaving no material against her bottom.
"Alec, no!" She tried to get away from him.
"You could have hurt one of us." He didn't want to admit his back was a little sore and his ass took a good beating of its own as he hit the floor.
His hand came down, spanking the blushed skin from the earlier spanking.
She jumped but didn't scream or cry. There wasn't anywhere to kick and she hissed and bucked against the floor as he swatted her bottom repeatedly. "Good girls follow the rules," he said.
"I'm good," she said, fighting back.
"I'm dominant, always." He bent down, his breath tickling her ear as his lips grazed her skin. "Don't forget that, Becca."
"How could I?" she murmured.
His hand came down, deepening the crimson color to a dark purple as he covered both cheeks with spankings. When he was done with her, she wouldn't be comfortable sitting tomorrow either.
"Good answer," he said, pleased that she was taking to his discipline. He didn't do it to hurt her. Alec wanted her to understand how his relationships worked. If she misbehaved or didn't do as told, there would be consequences.
Her pussy glistened with juices and she didn't have to tell him that she was aroused, for the evidence was clear. Glancing at the pink flesh, his cock twitched in his trousers. He wasn't going to reward her tonight, not in the way she probably envisioned.
"Promise not to kick me off the bed again?" Alec asked, the spankings done for now, as long as she behaved. He stood, helping Becca to her feet.
This time she didn't hide her intimate areas though the tee shirt hung down just below her curls.
"I promise," she said, a faint smile gracing her face. She almost looked nervous.
Alec removed his shirt, raising his arms above his head, the material falling down in one swoop. His pants came next, he wanted to feel her warm skin against his body. He guided Becca onto her back. She didn't complain but he saw the cringe graze her features as she moved to lie down. He would take her mind off all of it.
Helping her out of her shirt, he admired her naked beauty before he climbed between her thighs, spreading her legs further as his breath tickled her legs, kissing a warm path up toward her pussy. The scent was heavenly as he separated her folds, licking and sucking the wetness that seeped out because of him.
Her hands clenched at the bed sheets and then into his dark hair. Her blue eyes slammed shut, clenching tight as he steadied her hips, keeping them from bucking off the bed. His tongue lapped at her pearl, swirling and grazing the sensitive bead every so often as he listened to her whimpers. His fingers moved into her warmth, feeling a pool of wetness as he stroked her pussy. Her insides swelled, the sweet nectar grazing his tongue as he licked and teased her folds, giving her pleasure after the discipline she'd endured.
"More," she said, her voice raspy as she begged for him to fuck her. "Please, Alec."
She sounded desperate and he wanted to please her, but not in the way she intended. His mouth tongued her pearl, the wetness seeping out, as her insides clenched onto his probing digits. She may have wanted to feel his cock inside of her, but that would happen later.
Becca shuddered above him, her body letting go as she reached ecstasy.
Alec's ears reddened and his cock throbbed. He climbed briefly away, pulling his boxers down and letting the material hit the ground. Coming back toward the bed, he listened to her breathing, recognized the familiar breaths as she fell from her high and the gasps no longer grazed her lips. He would bring them back again.
"Roll over," he ordered, guiding Becca onto her stomach.
"What are you going to do?" she asked, glancing at him over her shoulder.
"Climb on all fours," he said, giving her instructions. The room was sweltering and even naked he still didn't feel cool enough. His hands gently glided across her reddened bottom, spreading her cheeks as he heard the gasp expel from her lips. "Do you trust me?"
Becca nodded without voicing a word.
"I can't hear you," he said, playfully swatting her sore bottom. He wasn't doing it to fully discipline her, if he had, she'd know without a doubt of his intentions.
"Yes, I trust you," she said.
His fingers slid down to her pussy, coating his digits in her sweet nectar, bringing her juices to her bottom as he inched his cock into her rear.
The gasp erupted from her lips at first contact. Had she not expected the intrusion?
"Relax. Don't fight it," he said, breathing against her ear as he kissed her neck, held her close and pushed further past her pink pucker.
Becca's bottom was tight as he plugged her with his cock. His hand reached around, pinching her nipple, forcing a yelp as she momentarily relaxed and he moved deeper into her rear.
The moan slipped from her lips before he began thrusting. He filled her bottom with every inch of him. His hands moved from her breasts toward her pussy, wanting to please them both.
He fucked her like she wanted and claimed her bottom. Most women resisted, but Becca didn't stop him or put up a fuss. He wanted to reward her with a second orgasm. Each thrust grew easier as her bottom accepted him and muscles relaxed. Her body trembled, struggling to stay on all fours as his cock swelled, begging for release.
With two fingers he tugged at her clit, her body tightening and her breathing turned into gasps as she came undone with him. Alec waited until he knew she was on the edge, prepared to fall toward oblivion when he allowed his body to let go, spilling himself, trembling before he pulled out, ready to collapse behind her.
Panting hard, Becca stretched out onto the bed to lie down. "I've never had it like that before."
Alec laughed, falling onto the mattress beside her. "Next time you play I've never, you have a new one to drink to."
Chapter 4
With Becca's bottom sore from both a fully deserved spanking and sex, she curled into the warm blankets and let the day fade from her mind. It took no time at all for her to succumb to sleep.
The comfort of sleep wasn't granted for long. Her eyes opened in the darkness, but the clock was impossible to see. Darkness and cold enveloped the room.
"Can you turn the heat up?" Becca asked, shivering as her toes had chilled and the lack of clothes wasn't helping. She stretched from the bed, struggling to see in the dark as she found a shirt and sweats to put on. Assuming it was the clothes he'd leant her earlier and not what he'd worn yesterday, she slipped back into the outfit, burying herself further under the blankets with Alec. The house had dropped twenty degrees in a matter of hours. At least that's how it felt.
Alec mumbled, half-asleep. He rubbed at his eyes and stumbled out of bed naked. A few minutes later he returned with several blankets and even in the darkness Becca could see he'd gotten dressed. Though she couldn't see what he wore, she guessed it had been some sort of pajamas that were long.
"The electricity's out. Not sure how long it's been out. It's gotten chilly. The storm brought in that cold front and it probably took out the line outside."
"Great," Becca said under her breath, not at all pleased. At least her bottom wasn't as painful anymore.
Alec covered the bed with multiple quilts and blankets, in an attempt to help keep them both warm. He walked toward the window, glancing outside at the snow and darkness.
"See anything?" she asked.
"Not a light for miles."
Becca felt too cold to climb from the bed again to see how dark the skyline was at this hour. Soon morning would come and at least she c
ould head on her way to her brother's place. Hopefully within an hour the electricity would kick back in. Though Becca knew it was doubtful since it had probably been off for some time.
The warm blankets helped make the unbearable cold survivable.
"Come back to bed," Becca said, buried under the covers. "It's warmer with two of us in here."
Alec pulled back the blankets and Becca shivered from the fresh chill as he joined her and then covered them both up. "We should share body heat," he said, suggesting they get closer as he curled up against her, tangling his limbs with hers. This time it felt far less intimate.
"You're freezing!" she shrieked, trying to pull away from his cold clothed body but he wouldn't let her go.
"I know. You're helping warm me up, thank you."
"Like I have a choice?" Becca laughed. The cold woke her more than she realized. At this rate she wouldn't fall back asleep. Shivering against him, Alec wrapped his arms around her body, attempting to warm her up.
He placed soft kisses over her lips, though his mouth had grown cold. It wasn't helping. "Your lips are freezing!"
"You don't like frozen kisses?" he laughed, moving his lips across her jaw and down her neck as he headed beneath the covers.
"You're just trying to get warm!" She knew what he was doing. Burying himself under the covers.
"Well, it's not working. Maybe I should make coffee. It'd be warm and might help keep us from freezing to death."
Becca laughed. It wasn't that cold. Sure it was chilly and uncomfortable but her limbs had suffered worse just yesterday walking outside after her car broke down. "How are you going to do that without electricity?"
"I have my ways." Alec smiled, quite proud as he pulled back the covers and cringed.
"Cold?" Grinning she sat up, although she kept the covers tight around her body. "Do you have socks and maybe a parka that I could wear?"
"Real funny. I'll grab socks and you can take one of the blankets downstairs," he said. A moment later, Alec returned with a pair of socks and tossed the rolled bundle at her.