A Sweet and Sassy Match

by Stevie MacFarlane

  Walking around the house he was just in time to see Jo, hanging upside down. Her hands were stretched toward the ground, but she was about three feet shy of reaching it. Hanging by her knees from the window sill, she was apparently afraid to let go, lest she fall and crack her head open or break her wrist. Her pretty blue sweater had wiggled up and was covering her face as she swore like a sailor. The bra she wore barely contained the luscious beasts that were unable to defy gravity and working their way out of the top of her bra. Looking closely, Sam thought that her pretty nipples were the only thing still keeping her breasts in the bra at all and about one more wiggle should free them entirely. His height caused the motion light to click on and the backyard was flooded immediately. As much as he wanted to wait and see that nipple, he knew she was startled by the light and he didn’t want her to fall. Plucking her from the window with one arm around her waist, he flipped her in the air and scooped up her legs. Suddenly, there it was. That lovely berry colored nipple, puckered in the cool night air and just inches from his mouth.

  Jo’s head was still covered by the sweater as she struggled to free her arms and pull it down. In the end, Sam couldn’t resist. He bent his head and covered it with his hot mouth, sucking and enjoying every second of it.

  Jo stiffened in his arms and moaned as heat flowed from her breast to her womb in a flash that took her breath away. Finally she found her voice and swore.

  “Dammit, Sam; that better be you out there.”

  Swirling his tongue over his prize, he suckled hard then bit gently before removing his mouth.

  “Who else would it be?” he asked grinning as he began carrying her around the side of the house. “You are much naughtier than I thought, Johanna,” he mused out loud. “I like it.”

  “Sam, please don’t spank me,” Jo begged pitifully. “I’ve had a really bad day.”

  “It’s about to get worse,” he replied as he entered the house and kicked the door shut.

  Striding to the living room, he set Jo on her feet, pulled down her sweater and sat down in the middle of the couch, pulling her between his legs. Two seconds later, he had her jeans unsnapped and was pulling them down her thighs, taking her panties with them.

  “Sam, you shithead, pull my panties back up right this minute,” Jo demanded as she struggled.

  Sam pulled her over his knees.

  “No, that was the spanking you were going to get. I was going to give you a few sharp smacks on you pretty little panties. Now that you’ve added defiance and risked bodily injury, for the second time today, I might add, you’re going to get a proper spanking on your bare bottom,” he informed her, tucking her tight to him and adjusting her butt into the best possible position for maximum benefit.

  The first crack sucked the air out of Jo’s lungs and three more fell before she could even get enough breath to scream. And scream she did. Not that it deterred Sam in the least. Smack after smack fell from the top of her cheeks to the back of her thighs. No spot remained untouched.

  Jo begged and pleaded between screams and howls for mercy, promising a million things she wouldn’t even remember later, but Sam continued. He didn’t lecture. Jo knew exactly why she was getting this spanking. Her jeans did an effective job of keeping her legs controlled, and his arm across her back and wrapped around her waist kept her hands from getting in the way. Sam spanked every inch of her bottom, and then spanked it again for good measure. He was nothing if not thorough, and once he determined she needed to be spanked, he intended to do a good job. When Jo finally stopped fighting him and was a sobbing mass of misery sprawled across his lap, Sam administered several spanks to the area between her cheeks and the top of her thighs, at which Jo began to howl all over again. Good, let her, he thought. It was better that she cried now, when she was still in one piece, than he cry later when she was in a coma or dead from some ridiculous stunt she’d pulled. As soft and gentle as she appeared, Jo had a rebellious streak, and he would put a stop to it, right now. Finally finished, Sam rested his hand on her hot bottom as if to keep the heat where it belonged.

  Feeling like the skin of her bottom and thighs has been scorched off entirely, Jo hiccupped and cried. She pulled the sleeve of her sweater down her arm and wiped her face and nose on it like the little kid she felt herself to be at the moment. Sighing in relief, she felt Sam remove his hand from her bottom and begin rubbing her back. When the sobs had turned to sniffles, he pulled her to her feet and enfolded her in his arms, holding her gently.

  “It’s over now honey, and all is forgiven,” he whispered into her hair.

  “It’s not over for me,” she sobbed. “My ass is permanently damaged.”

  “No, it’s not,” Sam laughed softly, “although I do hope you’ll feel it for a few days and remember why I spanked you. You need to put as much effort into taking care of yourself as you do everyone else. Now go in your room and get ready for bed. I’ll lock everything up and be in to tuck you in,” he told her with a gentle push in the right direction. Watching her shuffle away toward her room with her jeans still around her ankles was a lovely sight in itself.

  Sam made sure the bathroom window was locked and checked the rest of the house. By the time he got to Johanna’s bedroom, she was in a nightshirt, trying to brush her hair. Taking the brush from her hand, Sam brushed until all the tangles were gone. He helped Jo into bed, on her tummy and adjusted the covers so she only had the lightest sheet over her red-hot bottom, but the lightweight blanket covered her legs and swept back in over her shoulders. Sitting beside her, he rubbed her back until he felt her relax. After twenty minutes or so, Jo sighed deeply and Sam rose from the bed, thinking she had fallen asleep. Her soft voice startled him and he learned down to kiss her cheek.

  “Sam, are you still mad at me?”

  “Baby Doll,” he replied. “I was never mad at you. Was I anxious? Worried? Frustrated? Yes, but never mad.”

  “Gee, if you spank this hard when you’re not even mad, I’d hate to see what happens when you are.”

  “I would never spank you when I’m truly angry. That would be a reckless thing to do and would put you at risk for injury. I would always wait until I had calmed down. Now how about we make a little deal? You take proper care of yourself and behave and I won’t set your lovely little butt on fire, deal?”

  “Deal, Sam,” she replied on a sigh as she drifted off to sleep.

  Chapter Seven

  The pounding on her front door woke Johanna early the next morning. Groaning she stumbled from her bed, dragging the comforter with her. Each step caused the skin on her bottom to burn a little and she was far from happy when she yanked the door open.

  “What?” she demanded, pushing her hair out of her eyes and pulling her cover closer. Sam stood on her porch holding two cups of coffee and a bag.

  “Not a morning person, I see,” he said, grinning as he elbowed the door farther open and walked inside, heading straight to the kitchen.

  Jo followed him, leaning against the doorframe, yawning. Damn, how could he look and smell so good at this hour of the morning? What time was it anyway? she wondered, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. Hmm, eight-thirty, way too early for her on the one day she could sleep in. Spinning on her heel, Jo headed back to her room and flopped on her bed, pulling the covers over her head.

  Sam unpacked the grocery bag, putting some things away, and waited for Jo to return. When fifteen minutes went by, he wondered what was taking her so long. Heading to her bedroom, he found the door open and a suspicious lump in the middle of her bed.

  “Come on, Sunshine, wake up. I’m about to start breakfast and we have a lot to do today,” he said, sitting on the bed and patting the lump.

  “I, for one, have nothing to do today and that’s what I intend to do,” the lump said grumpily. “I was going to a bridal shower, but for some reason I have this incredible burning pain in my butt and I don’t believe I can sit on those hard chairs. Now why don’t you take your b
ig cheery body back to wherever it is you came from and let me sleep?”

  “Jo, don’t give me a hard time, baby,” he pleaded. “Besides, I brought you a present.”

  “Present?” the lump asked, popping her head up. “You brought me a present?”

  “Yes, I did, and I’m not going to give it to you unless you are dressed and in the kitchen in fifteen minutes. Now get out of that bed and get moving, before I’m forced to scorch your pretty little ass again,” he told her, patting in the general direction of her butt before he pulled the covers entirely off her.

  “Hey, no fair,” she squealed, yanking her nightshirt down and flopping over on her back with a grimace. “We made a deal that you wouldn’t spank me anymore or something like that,” she insisted, trying to remember the exact words they had whispered as she fell asleep.

  “Something like that?” he pondered as if trying to remember himself. “I seem to recall the word ‘behave’ in that conversation. Must be you’ve forgotten that part.”

  “I am behaving,” she insisted, scrambling to her knees and pouting. “You’re the one being bad, waking me up and ordering me around, and I don’t like it one bit, Mister!”

  Suddenly, he bent over and was nose to nose with her as Johanna’s eyes got wide.

  “Oh, you don’t, huh? Well I bet you like this,” he teased, pulling her tight against him and tipping her head back with his hand on her chin. Sam kissed her lips gently, slowly building pressure until he felt them soften beneath his. Claiming her mouth fully, he slid his hand down her back and cupped her still warm bottom, smiling when she yelped into his mouth and pushed even closer to him. When her hands clutched his back and little moans escaped her lips, Sam moved along her jaw, nibbling and kissing. Biting her ear lobe, he whispered, “and this,” before moving down the side of her neck.

  “Oh, Sam,” she groaned when he brushed her hair back and began to suck on the exact spot guaranteed to make her wet and needy. Her heartbeat accelerated as shivers claimed her body. Pressed tightly to Sam, she could feel his erection pushing against her tummy and moved against it in a rhythm as old as time until he groaned right along with her.

  Sam tried to wrap his head around how a little teasing has exploded into this consuming fireball. His intention had been to tease her into a better mood, but the moment she surrendered in his arms, it became something else entirely. Now he wanted to sink his hard cock into her sweet little body, as he’d never wanted anything before. Every wiggle of her hips pushed him closer and closer, and for a few frantic moments, he wondered if he was going to embarrass himself as he hadn’t since he was a teenager. When breathy little pleas spilled from her mouth, he slid his hand between them, his fingers diving between her bare lower lips where he immediately encountered moisture. Sliding over her clit, he found her core and thrust his thick finger inside with no hesitation. Hot, tight and wet, she rode his digit without missing a beat as her words pounded in his brain.

  “Please, please, please,” she chanted, unable to process a single thought. Nothing had ever felt this good. There was no shame, no embarrassment, and no room for anything but this wicked pleasure that consumed her, the flames licking higher as his hand tightened on her sore bottom. His finger plunged in and out, sliding over her clit and curving inside her, his hand holding her ass firmly for his plundering. Seconds from coming, she fought to hang on until he demanded her attention.

  “Open your eyes,” he ordered gruffly. “Look at me, Johanna,” he commanded, squeezing her bottom until she obeyed.

  Johanna’s eyes opened, and she stared into his. Golden orbs stared back, not letting her break contact, and he watched her beautiful blue eyes darken and cloud over as she convulsed in his arms, moaning his name. His hand was flooded as she tightened and contracted on his finger for a long time, riding out each tremor with a sigh.

  This was not the way Sam intended to make love to Johanna for the first time. He’d wanted it to be perfect and romantic, taking his time to slowly make her his, savoring every breath, moan and sigh. Now all he could think of was burying himself balls deep in the shivering woman in his arms. Sam steadied her on her knees while he lifted her nightshirt over her head and then scooped her into his arms, laying her back on the bed. Pulling his T-shirt off, he kicked off his shoes and reached for his belt buckle, all the while watching Jo’s eyes roam over every inch he exposed.

  Johanna lay on the bed, watching Sam undress and waiting for the strength to come back to her limbs. Good lord, she thought, this man is fine. Golden skin was revealed as he whipped off his shirt, the muscles in his chest and abs clearly defined. Thick thigh muscles strained as he hopped on one foot and tugged his jeans off. His cock was still covered by his boxers, but it tented nicely forward. Sliding her hand over her abdomen, she closed her eyes for a moment, sighing in pleasure.

  Sam pulled off his boxers at exactly the same time Jo opened her eyes. He watched the expression on her face change from anticipation to shock. Suddenly, she was doing the crab crawl away from him as he looked at her in surprise.

  “Umm, that’s not gonna fit,” she told him, nodding at his large erection.

  Sam laughed and began to crawl naked from the foot of the bed toward her.

  “Yes it is,” he assured her, smiling.

  Up against the headboard now, Jo shook her head back and forth in silence as he grabbed her ankles and pulled her back to the middle of the bed.

  Immediately, she began scrambling again, but Sam held firm.

  “Jo, honey, relax. It’s going to fit. I promise,” Sam told her, trying not to laugh as she suspiciously eyed his cock. He knew he was a little larger than normal, but most women viewed it as a bonus, not an impediment. Her concern surprised him, and he couldn’t help being a little flattered.

  “Sam, really,” she pleaded, gripping his arms. “I don’t think it will. Trust me, nothing that big has ever been…well . . . in there,” she told him, blushing profusely. Jo’s idea of masturbating was a little vibrator that attached to her finger. She wasn’t much on penetration and didn’t even own a dildo, although she had toyed around with the idea of ordering one online. Her two previous lovers, if you could call them that, were nowhere near as large as Sam. It never occurred to her that he would be large all over. Sam had given her the best orgasm of her life with just his finger, and the last thing she wanted to do was leave him hanging, unsatisfied, but she couldn’t take her eyes off him, and the more she looked, the bigger it became.

  “How about I just…you know?” she suggested, licking her lips, not wanting to say the words.

  “How about you just relax and let me handle this,” he whispered back. On his hands and knees over her, he didn’t even actually touch her, but it was a dominant position, nonetheless. The last thing he wanted to do was frighten her, but he would not let her fears prevent her from enjoying their first time as lovers, especially when he knew they were unfounded. Yes, it might be a tight fit, and just thinking about it brought a painful ache to his balls, but he had no doubt she could accommodate him. Leaning down, he kissed her gently, sliding his tongue along the curve of her lips. “Trust me, Jo. I would never hurt you. Just let me prove to you how perfect we’ll be together.”

  “If I ask you to stop or tell you it’s hurting me, will you?” she asked, wide-eyed.

  “Always, sweetie. Well, unless I’m punishing you,” he answered with a grin.

  Jo blushed and searched his eyes. “Alright, Sam, I trust you,” she said softly, a little quiver in her voice.

  “Thank you, baby,” he said just before he claimed her lips. When her sighs encouraged him, he moved across her cheek, nibbling his way, and proceeded to spend long moments gently tugging her ear lobe as he whispered darkly of all the things he wanted to do to her. By the time he reached her collarbone, Jo was restlessly thrusting her chest towards him and Sam had lowered himself to his forearms, although he was careful to keep his incredibly engorged erection from actually touchin
g her. It was imperative he control himself in this delicate situation. While he wanted nothing more than to lift her hips and sink into her, he had to be patient. If he scared or hurt her now, it could take weeks, possible months to convince her they would be compatible in bed.

  Jo’s breasts shivered with each fevered breath, her hard berry nipples crying for his attention, and he didn’t disappoint. Teasingly, Sam stroked each one, first with his fingers and then with his tongue until a frantic Jo pleaded for relief and pulled his mouth firmly to her. Drawing the tasty morsel between his eager lips, Sam tugged gently, working up from the lightest suction gradually until he had her entire nipple sucked firmly in his mouth where he proceeded to lash it with his tongue. When he had finished attending to her other breast, his cock was nestled along Jo’s thigh and she didn’t seem concerned. It occurred to him that her level of arousal was such that a few strokes of his finger or tongue would be enough to send her over the edge, but Sam had other plans. Sliding lower he nibbled his way along her ribs and down to her tiny navel where he traced its outline. His torso was now holding her thighs well apart and she was prevented from closing her legs, even if she had been so inclined. Jo’s hands were clutching the sheet when he finally settled his mouth near the tip of her clit, neither licking, nor sucking, but letting his hot breath blow over her. Two long fingers gathered the sweet, slippery fluid that flowed from her beautiful pussy and prepared for their journey deep within her at the precise moment he bathed her clit with his tongue. Her scream turned into deep groans of pleasure, her hips arching to take more of him, her head flung back as she tossed and turned mindlessly.