“Andy?”
In response, his hand slid down my ass, caressing, squeezing, exploring. The first slap was gentle, testing me out, making sure this was something I would allow. I arched my back in the wake of it, pushing my ass out a bit more, a rush of heat settling right between my thighs.
“More,” I said.
The second spank came from the other side and made my pussy jump. The third was harder, and the fourth was broader, as if he had spread his fingers to leave a better mark. He alternated sides, warming me up slowly, his spanks becoming harder as my breath became shorter.
I kicked out of my jeans, carefully, moving as little as possible. Then I slowly spread my legs, opening my pussy while he spanked me—left, right, left, right.
“Andy,” I whispered against the desk, the wood hard and warm under my face.
“Tell me what you want,” he said.
In answer, I spread my legs wider. He took a step forward, pressed his dick against the slick opening of my pussy, and paused. His spanks became much harder, more deliberate, as he pushed in the tiniest bit. With every small thrust of his hips, his hand came down with a harder spank. Before he was halfway inside me, I was biting my lip to keep from crying out.
“You should be punished for fucking in church,” he murmured from behind me. “You should be so red and raw when I’m done that when you sit down in the pew, you won’t be able to think about anything but how sore your ass is, and who made it that way.”
He continued, relentlessly spanking me in exchange for every tiny thrust of his hips. When he was completely buried inside me, his curls tickling my ass and his balls heavy against my clit, he spanked me even harder—hard enough that I lost all sense of decorum and groaned out loud.
That was what he wanted. Andy grabbed my hips, his thumbs digging into the tender skin of my ass, as he thrust hard. His breathing was already short and tortured, as though the slow easing into my pussy had taken just as much of a toll on him as it had on me. He braced himself behind me while I grabbed the edge of the desk, holding on, pushing back against him as best I could.
My pussy was wet. The sound of our fucking was loud in the little room, loud enough that someone outside the door could probably hear, if they were inclined to listen. My breathing and his grunts were loud enough to make the picture complete. I reached down with one hand and wiggled it between my body and the desk, until I could touch my clit. The wetness stunned me—at this rate, I was probably leaving a wet spot on the damn floor.
“That’s it,” Andy said when he felt my fingers playing down there. “Make yourself come.”
I was definitely going to, and I hoped I got there at the same time he did. His breath was jerky and his thrusts were shorter, harder, driving me against the desk. I circled my clit with my finger, barely touching it. I was primed and ready to launch.
“I’ll come with you,” I said.
Andy jerked out of my pussy but didn’t move away. I pressed hard on my clit, flicking that switch that would send me to the moon and back. My toes curled and my heart seemed to stop. Color burst behind my eyelids. I pressed my mouth to the desk to stifle the scream that wanted to be unleashed.
Andy’s breathing paused, then I felt it—the hot gush of liquid over my ass, the sudden sting of come against the tender, bruised skin. Andy held on to my hips with one hand and jacked off with the other, emptying himself onto me with a long, low groan.
As I came back down to earth, I blinked at the bright light of the office. Had this just really happened? We were still in the basement of the church, the outer doors wide open, the long tables still out there, the boxes being delivered. I looked up at the cross on the wall as I pushed myself away from the desk. At the feeling of Andy’s come running down my ass and my thighs, I blushed harder than any virgin.
“Wait there,” he said, as if I would go anywhere else. The tissues he used to clean me up were gentle, but they still felt like fire against my battered skin. “You felt so good,” he whispered.
“So did you,” I whispered back, still a bit stunned.
“We should do that again,” he said, as he threw the tissues in the trash.
“We should?”
“But we should go out to dinner first. Get to know each other better.”
I pulled up my pants and stared at him. “You’re serious?”
“I don’t do one-time flings, Chelsea.”
I buttoned my pants and suddenly the reality of it all hit me, and I laughed out loud. Andy smiled at me, watching as I smoothed my hair and tried to make myself look presentable. I knew it wasn’t going to work—the heat on my ass almost matched the heat in my face.
“They’ll take one look at me and know what we did,” I said.
“They would never suspect you of such things.”
I thought about it for a moment before I realized he was right. I was the last person anyone would expect to do something like this. I was the calm and reasonable one, the person my friends looked to for advice, not the kind who would do something outrageous.
But now Andy shared my secret.
He opened the door and the fluorescent light turned to sunlight. I looked out the loading bay doors at the parking lot, where the first of the trucks was just pulling up, all its boxes delivered and the people across town fed for the holidays. I looked at Andy as he turned out the light.
“Tonight,” he said. “There’s a little Italian place just across the river. Let’s meet there and have dinner.”
I watched as the people jumped out of the truck, happy and talking and confident now that another food drive had gone off without a hitch. They were happy to help those in need—just like Andy had been more than happy to help me when he saw what I needed.
Somehow, I knew he would be willing to help those in need again. And again.
“Bring your belt,” I said.
ABOUT THE AUTHORS
JERRY ARTHUR is a horny guy who sometimes writes about his sexual fantasies and adventures.
TENILLE BROWN is a Southern writer whose erotica can be found online and in more than twenty anthologies including Dirty Girls, Rubber Sex, Iridescence, Sex and Candy, J Is for Jealousy, Spanked: Red-Cheeked Erotica, Tasting Him, and The Greenwood Encyclopedia of African American Women Writers. She keeps a blog at www.myspace.com/tenillebrown.
ELIZABETH COLDWELL is the editor of the U.K. edition of Forum magazine. Her stories have appeared in anthologies including Best SM Erotica; Spank Me; Yes, Sir, and Spanked: Red-Cheeked Erotica. “A Firm Understanding” is dedicated to Rupert Pendragon, without whom the world of male-on-male discipline might have remained a delicious mystery.
ANDREA DALE’s stories have appeared in Playing with Fire, Do Not Disturb, Frenzy, and many more. In other incarnations, she writes SFF and media tie-in as well as novels. If there were more stories like “Stuffing the Ballot Box,” she might be more interested in politics. Her website is www.cyvarwydd.com.
TESS DANESI may be a New Yorker but she’s really a gypsy at heart. Tess is truly the embodiment of an Urban Gypsy (nycurban-gypsy. blogspot.com), the title of the blog where she writes dark and moody D/s-themed erotica, reviews sex toys, shows off her generous cleavage, and generally reveals too much information.
ZILLE DEFEU started writing about kink in college, putting out a zine about bisexuality, sex work, and kink. She created and ran a BDSM and fetish website from 2000-2005. Her articles and photographs have been published in Skin Two magazine and various web publications. She blogs about her adventures at www.zilledefeu.com.
DOMINIQUE DUNBAR lives with her queer version of a nuclear family in downtown New York City. Her work has appeared in more than fifteen erotic anthologies including Spanked, Up All Night, and Best American Erotica.
STAN KENT has penned nine very naughty works including the Shoe Leather series. Selections from his books have been featured in the Best of Erotic Writing Blue Moon collections. To see samples of his works and his latest hair colors, visit Stan at www.StanK
ent.com.
BILL KTE’PI is a full-time freelance writer with a variety of credits. He currently lives in New Hampshire while planning a move to the Southwest. He maintains a web presence at www.ktepi.com.
SOMMER MARSDEN’s work has appeared in numerous online and print publications. Some of her favorites include: I Is for Indecent; J Is for Jealousy; Yes, Sir; Love at First Sting; Ultimate Lesbian Erotica 2008; Forum UK; Oysters and Chocolate; and Clean Sheets. To keep track of Sommer and her work, visit her website www.freewebs.com/sommermarsden.
GWEN MASTERS constantly writes. Thousands of her short stories, articles, and columns have appeared over the last dozen years, both in print and online. When she’s not tempting readers with her smut, she’s the mild-mannered owner of a booming freelance business. For more on Gwen, visit her website at www.gwenmasters.net.
N. T. MORLEY is the author of sixteen published erotic novels of dominance and submission, including The Parlor, The Limousine, The Circle, The Appointment, The Visitor, and the trilogies The Castle, The Library, and The Office. Morley also edited the anthologies MASTER and slave, and can be found online at www.ntmorley.com.
JEAN ROBERTA’s collection of erotic stories, Obsession, is available from Eternal Press: www.eternalpress.ca/obsessionnew. html. Other stories have appeared in print in the Best Lesbian Erotica series, Best Fantastic Erotica, Rubber Sex, and Sixteen of the Best. Her reviews appear on Clean Sheets and Rainbow Reviews, as well as in The Gay and Lesbian Review.
TERESA NOELLE ROBERTS’s erotica has appeared in Best Women’s Erotica 2004, 2006, and 2007, Best Lesbian Erotica 2009, Lust: Erotic Fantasies for Women, Dirty Girls, and dozens of other collections with titles that make her mother blush. Teresa also writes erotica and erotic romance with a coauthor as Sophie Mouette.
SIMON SHEPPARD is the editor of the Lambda Award-winning Homosex: Sixty Years of Gay Erotica, and Leathermen, and author of In Deep: Erotic Stories; Kinkorama; Sex Parties 101; and Hotter Than Hell and Other Stories. His work has also appeared in nearly three hundred anthologies. He hangs out at www.simonsheppard.com.
From his first days in the business during the yuppie 1980s, CRAIG SORENSEN explored his passion for writing, always with a taste for the naughty. His erotic works have appeared in anthologies edited by Rachel Kramer Bussel, Maxim Jakubowski, and Alison Tyler.
DONNA GEORGE STOREY is the author of Amorous Woman, a steamy tale of an American woman’s love affair with Japan. Her erotic fiction has been published in numerous anthologies including Spanked, Dirty Girls, Best American Erotica, and Best Women’s Erotica. Read more of her work at www.DonnaGeorgeStorey. com.
MADDY STUART’s writing has appeared in several anthologies including Dirty Girls; Yes, Sir; Sexist Soles, and Secret Slaves. She lives in Toronto where she also dances, paints, and dabbles in various geekeries including improvisational theater and computer programming. More at: www.maddystuart.com.
ALISON TYLER has been called a “literary vixen” by Good Vibrations, a “trollop with a laptop” by East Bay Express, and a “curator of smut” by Felice Newman. She is naughty all the way down to her scarlet satin knickers. Visit her often at http://alisontyler.blogspot.com.
ABOUT THE EDITOR
RACHEL KRAMER BUSSEL (www.rachelkramerbussel.com) is an author, editor, blogger, and reading series host. She has edited or coedited more than twenty books of erotica, including Spanked; Naughty Spanking Stories from A to Z 1 and 2; The Mile High Club; Do Not Disturb; Tasting Him; Tasting Her; Yes, Sir; Yes, Ma’am; He’s on Top; She’s on Top; Caught Looking; Hide and Seek; Crossdressing; Rubber Sex; Sex and Candy; Ultimate Undies; Glamour Girls; Bedding Down; and the nonfiction collections Best Sex Writing 2008 and 2009. Her work has been published in more than one hundred anthologies, including Best American Erotica 2004 and 2006, Zane’s Chocolate Flava 2 and Purple Panties, Everything You Know About Sex Is Wrong, Single State of the Union, and Desire: Women Write About Wanting. She serves as senior editor at Penthouse Variations and wrote the popular “Lusty Lady” column for The Village Voice.
Rachel has written for AVN, Bust, Cleansheets.com, Cosmopolitan, Curve, Fresh Yarn, the Frisky, Gothamist, Huffington Post, Mediabistro, Newsday, New York Post, Penthouse, Play-girl, Radar, San Francisco Chronicle, Tango, Time Out New York, and Zink, among others. She has appeared on “The Martha Stewart Show,” “The Berman and Berman Show,” NY1, and Showtime’s “Family Business.” She has hosted In The Flesh Erotic Reading Series since October 2005, which has featured everyone from Susie Bright to Zane, about which the New York Times’s UrbanEye newsletter said she “welcomes eroticism of all stripes, spots, and textures.” She blogs at lustylady.blogspot. com.
Copyright © 2009 by Rachel Kramer Bussel.
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