Spank Her Bundle 1 (Books 1-3)

by Holla Dean

  “Ow!” She cried out. “Not so hard, please.”

  He ignored that request and continued spanking and lecturing. Francine moaned, gasped, and squirmed as he held her tightly. Her pussy was wet again. She was aroused again, just as she was last week.

  The smacks were sharper now and they stung. Her ass had to be rosy red by now. Should she use the safe word? She really wanted to get to the fucking part now. With her wet pussy, all she could think about was stopping the stinging and being filled by Joe’s thick cock.

  Before she could say the safe word, Joe stopped spanking and rubbed her sore bottom. He rubbed it for a good two or three minutes and it was very soothing to her.

  He stopped rubbing and she felt his arm stretch out as if he were reaching for something. Then she felt something hard and cool on her ass.

  In a way, the coolness was soothing but then she suddenly realized it was the paddle! Her ass cheeks tightened in anticipation when Joe lifted the paddle for his first strike.

  He gave her a quick flurry of six sharp whacks of the paddle while she screeched.

  “Ow! Stop! No, stop it now! Shit! That hurts!”

  On his sixth and final stroke, she screamed out, “Red light! Red light!”

  Joe dropped the paddle to the floor and helped Francine up. Then he carried her to the bed and laid her down. He stripped his clothes off and lay down next to her, drawing her close.

  Her eyes were wet with unshed tears. Her ass was stinging, burning, and she rolled to her side to face Joe.

  “Why did you use the paddle?” She sniffed.

  He reached his hand over her hip and rubbed her tender ass gently. “I thought it might help you with the guilt of lying to your mother.”

  His hand slid back to the front of her hip and down between her legs. She parted them to give him easy access. One long finger slid inside her pussy, then a second finger. His thumb drew circles around her clit while his fingers slid in and out. A third finger joined the first two and Francine spread her legs wide as she rolled to her back.

  She thought the burning sensation in her ass was adding to the delicious feelings in her pussy. She’d never felt so hot before; so hot for sex. She wanted him to fuck her and at the same time she didn’t want him to stop what he was doing with his hand.

  Joe leaned over and took a nipple in his mouth, sucking gently, swirling his tongue around the taut little bud. He nipped it gently with his teeth and then sucked hard while his fingers drove deep inside her.

  Francine came, she came hard; her pussy clenching tightly around Joe’s fingers. She cried out while her muscle spasms deep inside went on and on. Joe muffled her cries by covering her mouth with his in a deep kiss.

  As her body settled down a bit from her orgasm, she turned to him and said, “Fuck me, Joe. Please fuck me; I want to feel your thick cock inside of me.”

  Joe didn’t have to be asked twice. He reached for the condom on the bedside table and quickly tore it open. He put it on as he knelt between her legs. She watched him and her hips rose involuntarily; she wanted him.

  He kissed her pussy, licked her clit, kissed her belly, and plunged his cock into her wet slit while taking her breast in his mouth, sucking on it.

  They came together almost violently; thrust meeting thrust, hard and fast; until at last they both cried out.

  It was a long time before either of them was breathing slowly enough to speak.

  Joe said, “Wow!”

  Francine said, “Yeah, wow!”

  He gathered her in his arms and they lay together quietly. Francine felt oddly free. Somehow she no longer felt guilty about her bad week at school. And the guilt over lying to her mother seemed to have vanished as well. Was it just because she felt so good after that fabulous sex? Or was it due to the spanking? Did the spanking have the result of making her feel absolved from her little misbehaviors over the week?

  She didn’t know and she was feeling too wonderful to analyze it deeply. She felt good lying here in Joe’s arms; it felt so right. And that worried her.

  Joe was a client. She shouldn’t become too fond of him. And she certainly shouldn’t allow herself to develop real feelings for him.

  He was gorgeous, sexy, fun to be with, and she’d never had such hot sex before in her life. But she had to remember to keep it as professional as she could. She would be friendly and enjoy her time with him, but she could not let it be any more than that.

  Her smart phone alerted her that it was time to check in with the service. Joe had fallen asleep and she hated to wake him. She gently extricated herself from his arms and went to the restroom to clean up and get dressed.

  Francine took a peek at her ass and was surprised how bright red it was and yet there were no bruises. Of course, bruises could show up in a day or two. She had never looked last week, she had been afraid her ass was covered in bruises and didn’t really want to see that.

  When she came out of the restroom Joe was awake. “Were you going to slip out without saying goodbye?” He asked.

  “No, of course not. I just thought I’d let you sleep until I got dressed.”

  He smiled his sexy, one dimple smile and went into the restroom. While he was in there she called the service and told them she’d be out in ten minutes and would call again from her car.

  Joe dressed so he could walk her to her car again. He didn’t want her roaming the hotel parking lot at night all alone. Then he handed her a couple of more hundred dollar bills.

  “No, you don’t have to do that,” she protested. “You’ve given me more than enough already.”

  “Just a little extra since I sprung the paddle on you tonight. Go on, take it.”

  “Thank you,” she said as she accepted it.

  “I’ll be back next week and I’ll call for you again. I want you to concentrate on school this week. You shouldn’t have to take any more escort calls this week.”

  “No, I won’t take any calls. I’ll study and get my grades back up.”

  He gave her a quick kiss as she got in her car and watched her drive away.

  Damn! He was going to have to be more careful with Francine. She was getting to him and he didn’t have time for a serious relationship at this point in his life. That’s why he called the service; for an easy date and to get laid. If it wasn’t for his little spanking kink, he could get dates and get laid without an escort service.

  But whenever he tried to meet a girl and just keep things at a dating level, it never worked out. Either they wanted things to get more serious or they freaked out when they discovered his idea of great sex included warming their ass with a good spanking or paddling.

  It was a rare thing for a girl in the escort business to turn down an extra few hundred dollars for a spanking. Some of them agreed to it just for the money and others got a thrill out of being spanked. It made no difference to him, his needs were satisfied and there was no emotional involvement.

  Francine was different. When he first met her last week, she seemed much more innocent that any other escort he’d ever had. Most of the ‘professional’ ladies he had been with took his spanking fetish in stride. Nothing shocked them and they did whatever the client wanted. If it was something a little different it was all right as long as it involved a cash bonus.

  He’d gotten a laugh out of it when Francine mistakenly thought he wanted her to spank him. Though she was perhaps a bit startled at his suggestion, she didn’t run out the door to get away from him. And she had enjoyed it enough to become aroused.

  Aroused enough that when they had finally had sex, he was sure she had lost herself in the sensations. There had been nothing fake about her orgasm as there often was when he used professional escorts. Nothing fake at all about the way her pussy clamped down on his fingers when she came.

  And tonight it had been even better. Francine wasn’t as nervous. She took her spanking very well, and even though she called out the safe word, he was finished with the paddling when she did call it out.

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p; The trouble was that he liked her. He liked her too much. He needed to concentrate on his current investments and find new ones. It took a lot of his time and he often traveled out of town as he investigated potential investments. This made it very difficult for him to have a successful normal relationship.

  He needed to keep it that way for the time being and he wasn’t sure he was going to be able to do that with Francine. He’d never given anyone five hundred dollars to let him spank them. It was always one or two hours of time and an extra couple of hundred for the spanking.

  With Francine, for two weeks in a row, he’d spent four hours (at three hundred dollars an hour) plus an extra five hundred dollars. Not that he couldn’t afford it, but it was a bit much just for the fun of giving a pretty girl a spanking and then having great sex afterward.

  The thought of her being anyone else’s escort didn’t sit well with him. He didn’t want anyone else touching her. He didn’t want her touching anyone else. He wanted her for himself, all to himself. The best way to assure that was to give her enough money so she didn’t feel like she had to see other clients until he called again. It also made him feel justified in asking her not to see anyone else.

  Joe slowly walked back to his room wondering if he should refrain from seeing her for two weeks. Just to prove that he could, that he wasn’t falling for her. But no, that wouldn’t do. She might run short on money and would feel she needed to see more clients.

  SPANK HER HARD

  CHAPTER THREE

  Francine took her girls to the zoo on Sunday and spent a wonderful day with them. Her mother was going out tonight with some of her friends so Francine would be in charge of dinner. She was planning on making their favorite meal, spaghetti and meatballs. Afterwards there would be an hour of television, then baths, and bedtime.

  She would study at home tonight after the girls were in bed. The house would be quiet, and she’d be able to concentrate on her schoolwork.

  But when she finally sat down to tackle the books, she found she couldn’t concentrate. All she could think about was Joe.

  How good looking he was, how that one dimple turned her on when he smiled, and how wet her pussy got when he spanked her. Did that make her a spanko?

  She laughed to herself at the term. She’d never heard it before she started working at the escort service. One of the more experienced girls had given her advice on how to handle spankos.

  “What is a spanko?” Francine had asked.

  “Someone who likes spankings, either giving or receiving them,” April had answered.

  “So how do I handle them?”

  “Depends. If he wants to do the spanking you’ve got to be very careful. They can get out of hand sometimes, especially if the asshole feels like he paid you so he can really go to town on your ass. If he wants to be spanked, then you can spank as hard or soft as he wants. Just make sure you get enough extra money for that. Never do anything on the kinky side without extra money.”

  Francine had pretty much dismissed the whole conversation with April. Really, what were the chances that she’d have a client who wanted to spank or be spanked?

  Turned out the chances were pretty damn good. Her fourth client was a spanko. She was lucky that he was such a good tipper. She was lucky that he was such a nice guy; taking her to dinner each time she saw him. The best part of her spanko client was the mind blowing sex after he spanked her. No, that wasn’t right. The best part of Joe was that he was a damn nice guy, fun to be with, great to talk to, and a pure pleasure to look at.

  All right, Francine told herself. Enough thinking about Joe; time to get busy and study before another low test score becomes a reason to be spanked.

  She felt a little muscle contraction deep inside at the thought of being spanked on Friday night. Was it the spanking that caused that or was it that she knew it would be followed by really great sex?

  Francine shoved all Joe, spanking, and sex thoughts to the back of her mind and buried herself in her textbook.

  The rest of the week flew by. Francine did great on her test, earning an A. Due to Joe’s generosity she didn’t have to take any escort calls during the week and was able to concentrate on her studies and spend time with her little family.

  It was late Friday afternoon and she received the call from the service that she had a request from Joe and she needed to be there by seven.

  She took a shower, got out a black, short sleeve dress from her closet and rolled it up. She put on a black bra, panties, and thigh high stockings. Over those she wore jeans and a t-shirt. Then she stuffed the rolled up dress in her school backpack and kissed her girls goodnight before heading out to her appointment.

  Francine stopped at a fast food restaurant and slipped into the restroom to change into her dress. Then she got back in her car and headed for Joe’s hotel.

  Joe answered her knock dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. Damn, he looked hot!

  He smiled at her and said, “Hey Francine, I’m glad you’re here.”

  “Hi, Joe.” She said as she walked in. She noticed all the hundred dollar bills laid out on the coffee table as she set her purse down next to the small sofa.

  This was the first time she’d seen Joe dressed so casually. On her two previous times with him he’d worn dress pants and a white button down shirt. But she liked this relaxed look on him.

  “You’re looking very casual tonight,” she mentioned, sitting down on the sofa.

  “My meetings were done a little earlier than usual so I thought I’d change and be more comfortable while I read the reports I need to go over.”

  Joe waved his arm toward the money lying on the coffee table and said, “There’s your fee, Francine. Call your service and let them know you’ll be here for four hours.”

  “Thank you, Joe,” she said. She picked up the money and tucked it away in the zipper compartment of her purse.

  “Do you mind if I call room service and have dinner sent up instead of going down to the restaurant?” Joe asked.

  “Not at all,” she replied. “Are you feeling all right?”

  She had formed the opinion that Joe enjoyed eating downstairs in the expensive hotel restaurant.

  “Yeah, I’m fine. I just don’t feel like changing clothes again. The menu’s on the table; take a look and let’s order after you’ve checked in with the service.”

  While they waited for their dinner Joe sat at the opposite end of the sofa, reached down and pulled Francine’s feet up into his lap. He slipped her shoes off and began giving her a very sensuous foot massage.

  She stuffed one of the sofa throw pillows behind her back for comfort and leaned back on the arm of the sofa to enjoy the pampered feeling.

  Joe reached up under her black dress and hooked his thumb under the lacy edge of one of her thigh high stockings. He slowly rolled it down and took it off. Then he did the same with the other stocking.

  Francine’s eyes were closed and she had a small smile on her lips as she enjoyed the continued foot massage. Joe kneaded her instep and rubbed his thumb firmly into the ball of her foot.

  “Are you enjoying this?” Joe asked her.

  “Hmmm.”

  “That sounds like a yes to me.”

  “Hmmm.”

  Joe chuckled and began working on her other foot. Francine moaned. Oh, this feels so good and relaxing.

  He slowly brought his hands up higher on her leg and was soon massaging her calves and lower legs. From there, he scooted over on the sofa and draped her legs over his lap so he could reach higher, slipping his hands under her black dress and massaging her thighs.

  His hands were doing more caressing than massaging at this point and Francine was anticipating the moment when his fingers would brush against her pussy. She was sure her panties were damp; she was pretty hot and bothered with all his ministrations.

  There was a knock on the door. Joe sighed and lowered Francine’s legs off his lap so he could answer. She sat up and snatched her stockings off the floor and
shoved them behind her on the sofa. Then she straightened out her dress and tried to act like they’d just been sitting there talking while waiting for their dinner.

  After the waiter left and Joe came back to the table he said, “Come on, let’s eat while the food’s hot and then we’ll continue where we left off.”

  Dinner was shrimp scampi over a bed of fettuccine pasta, spring vegetables, and a small dinner salad for each of them. A piece of Tiramisu for them to share for dessert, and two bottles of chilled white wine rounded off the meal.

  While they ate Joe asked how Francine’s week had been.

  “I had a very good week,” she responded. “I did well on my test - got an A. All my classes went well, I was able to spend some time with my daughters, and even went out to lunch with my mother.”

  Joe finished off his scampi and asked, “Are you telling me your week went so well that I have no reason to spank you tonight?”

  He was smiling so Francine knew he was half kidding. But she wondered what he would do since he had said the first time that he liked to have a reason to spank. It was true that her week had gone remarkably well and she couldn’t think of a single thing he might consider a reason to give her a spanking.

  She shrugged and said, “I guess so; I honestly can’t think of anything that I shouldn’t have done.”

  She had been wondering for the past few days what would happen if there was no reason for a spanking. Joe was quiet for a long time and she thought he was thinking about how to handle this.

  “So does that mean you won’t spank me this week? Or do you want me to tell you something from a long time ago?”

  He didn’t answer and she wondered if she should make something up. His hand was rubbing his chin and it was obvious he was thinking.

  “I’ll give you back the money you gave me,” she offered.