by Paige Tyler
Mia grinned. “My skin colors easy. How red I get depends on how hard Jim spanks me, and what he spanks me with. My ass gets really red when he uses a paddle or a hairbrush on me. But after the first few smacks, it starts to hurt less. It’s kind of like your ass goes a little numb from all the sensation. That’s when the real fun starts.”
Bree’s eyes went a little wide at the mention of Jim using paddles and hairbrushes on her roommate’s poor derriere. She ran her finger idly over the mouse pad on her laptop as she tried to imagine what they’d feel like on her own ass. “How often does Jim spank you?”
“About once a week,” Mia said. “More, if we have the apartment to ourselves. If it were up to me, he’d spank me every day.”
“Seriously?”
Mia nodded. “It is, without a doubt, the greatest form of foreplay ever.”
Damn. If she hadn’t wanted to try out spanking before, she sure as heck did now. “How did you get Jim to spank you the first time?”
Her friend laughed. “Actually, I didn’t have to get him to do it. Spanking me was all Jim’s idea. We were over at his place watching a football game and I was trying to distract him so he’d forget about that and take me to bed instead. When it didn’t work, I decided to stop being subtle and do something I was sure he couldn’t resist—I deliberately dropped something right in front of the television and bent over to pick it up. I figured there was no way he could keep his mind on his stupid game when he saw my shorts ride up to show off my ass. But instead of pulling me into his arms and kissing me, he grabbed my arm and dragged me over his knee.”
Bree blinked. “Just like that? What did you do?”
Mia shrugged. “I was so stunned that at first, I didn’t do anything except lay there. Then I started to ask him what he was doing, but before I could even get the words out, he smacked me on the ass and told me I was being a brat and that he’d had enough” She smiled at the memory. “I thought, okay, this is different. I expected him to let me up, but he didn’t. He kept spanking me and telling me what a bad girl I was for trying to distract him while he was watching the game.”
Bree’s pulse quickened as an image flashed into her head of her roommate draped over her boyfriend’s knee. “Did he spank you hard?”
Her friend laughed. “Not nearly as hard as he does now, but at the time it seemed pretty hard to me. You should have seen me. I was kicking and screaming so much that if the television hadn’t been on, I think his neighbors would’ve called the cops.”
“You didn’t like it?”
“That’s the funny part.” Mia gave her a sheepish look. “I was fighting so hard because I was embarrassed being over his knee like that. It wasn’t until Jim had jerked down my panties and slid his hand between my legs that I realized just how excited I was. I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard in my life.”
Bree sat back against the arm of the couch and let out a wistful sigh. “And I thought that Dean and I had a pretty good sex life.”
Mia grinned. “Think how much better it will be when he spanks you.”
Bree gave her a wry smile. “Yeah, I don’t see that happening.”
“Why not? Dean totally looks like he knows how to spank a girl.”
“Maybe,” Bree agreed. “But I don’t know how to tell Dean I want to be spanked. I read some stuff on the internet about how to get your guy to spank you. Someone suggested leaving a spanking site up on your web browser so he’ll be sure to find it, but I don’t know if that’ll work. I’m not sure men are that observant.”
Her friend nodded. “Agreed. That’d be a waste of time. Just go ahead and ask him.”
Bree looked at her roommate in surprise. “No way could I do that. I mean, what would I say? Hey, when you get done grading papers, come over here and spank me? I could never, ever say that.”
Mia laughed. “You don’t have to be that blatant about it. Tell him that you read some stuff on the internet about spanking, show him one or two stories, then say you thought it might be fun to give it a try.”
Her friend made it sound so easy. “I don’t know. What if he’s not into something like that? What if he thinks I’m a weirdo?”
“He won’t. No guy’s going to pass up a chance to do something that might result in the two of you ending up naked and in bed.”
When her friend put it that way, it made sense. “Maybe you’re right. I will ask him.”
“Good.” Mia grinned. “But you have to promise you’ll tell me all about it.”
Bree returned her smile. “Deal.”
Lying in bed later that night, Bree found herself fantasizing about exactly how she’d ask her boyfriend to spank her.
She’d invite him over for dinner, she thought. A smile curved her lips as she imagined Dean’s surprise when she answered the door wearing a sexy little black dress cut so low in the front that if she bent forward even a little her breasts might pop right out. And every time she took a step, he’d get a tantalizing glimpse of her long legs through the high slits up both sides.
They’d have dinner first—something she picked up from one of the local restaurants, since she wasn’t much of a cook. And after dinner, chocolate-covered strawberries for dessert, which she’d feed to Dean while sitting on his lap. She could almost feel his hard cock pressing against her ass.
His excitement would make it difficult for him to pay any attention to the food, of course. Not when she was doing everything in her feminine power to distract him. And then she’d stand up and declare that for being such a bad girl all evening, he should give her the spanking she deserved.
Bree blushed in the darkness of the bedroom, her pulse quickening as she imagined her boyfriend’s reaction. In her fantasy, Dean would be as eager to spank her as she was to be spanked. Not only would he agree with her, but as he pushed the chair back from the table and guided her over his knee, he’d scold her for being so naughty.
Almost of its own accord, Bree’s hand slid inside her panties. She closed her eyes, letting the spanking fantasy play out in her head as she ran her fingers up and down the folds of her wet pussy once, then twice, before finally focusing her attention on her clit.
Dean would take his time, caressing her ass cheeks through the thin material of her dress before spanking her. She’d be so relaxed that when the first spank came, it would take her completely by surprise, making her gasp. Then before she even realized it, his hand would come down on her bottom again, this time a little harder. And this time, she’d do more than gasp in surprise. She’d squeal in protest and squirm around on his lap. But he would hold her firm with a hand on her back and spank her even harder.
Bree moaned softly as she circled her fingers round and round her throbbing clit. In her fantasy, Dean lifted her dress, his hand moving up the back of her legs ever so slowly to reveal the black bikini panties she wore. As skimpy as they were, they’d offer little protection from his hand. Her ass tingled as she imagined him spanking her again.
He would take frequent breaks from his spankings to caress her stinging ass, teasing her panty-covered pussy with his magical fingers. But the respite wouldn’t last more than a few minutes before he’d jerk down her panties and spank her bare bottom. Just thinking about his hand smacking against her naked ass made her clit pulse under her fingertips, and she had to slow down to keep herself from coming too soon.
But the next image that came to her mind almost pushed her into orgasm regardless of what she did with her fingers. Dean had stopped spanking her and was delving his fingers deeply into her very wet pussy, scolding her the whole time for being such a bad girl. And then while his fingers were still inside her, he’d spank her with his free hand. The combination would be more than enough to drive her crazy.
She bit down on her pillow and pressed her fingers hard against her clit while her orgasm coursed through her.
Afterward, while she was still breathing hard and trembling from her climax, Bree promised herself she’d talk to Dean tomorrow. She would ask him to give her that
spanking she wanted, no matter how much she blushed.
Chapter Three
That might have been the plan last night, but in the light of day, Bree knew she’d never be bold enough to ask Dean to spank her the way she had in her fantasy.
“I can’t do it,” she told Mia as she rinsed out her cereal bowl the next morning. “There’s got to be another way.”
Her friend looked at her over the rim of her coffee mug. “There are a lot of other ways, but none of them are going to work as well as the direct approach.”
“But I’m not brave enough to ask Dean outright, so the indirect approach is just going to have to work.”
Mia set her mug down on the counter with a sigh. “I suppose the easiest thing to do is show off your ass in front of Dean.”
Bree couldn’t help but laugh. “Like you did with Jim that first time, you mean?”
“Kind of. Get him thinking about your cute little ass so much that he just sort of stumbles across the idea of spanking you. Wear a short skirt or a pair of shorts. And make sure that you bend over a lot. Put your ass right there in front of him. Oh, and it wouldn’t hurt to rub that part of your body against Dean’s package every chance you get, either.”
Bree didn’t know if any of that would work, but she put her plan into motion that night after work anyway. Despite the chilly fall temperatures, she took Mia’s advice and put on the shortest miniskirt she had when she stopped by her apartment to change out of her school teacher clothes. The skirt barely came to mid-thigh and she paired it with a curve-hugging sweater and knee-high leather boots. Looking at her reflection in the mirror, she had to admit she looked pretty darn sexy.
Dean must have thought so too, if the smoldering look he gave her when she walked in the door was any indication. And if her boyfriend wondered why she’d traded in her more conservative clothes for what she was wearing now, he didn’t mention it. Unfortunately, he didn’t take the hint and give Bree the spanking she was hoping for, either. And she did everything she and Mia had talked about, too, including rubbing her ass against Dean’s groin whenever the opportunity presented itself.
It wasn’t that Dean was oblivious, or immune to her wiles. Far from it, in fact. Whenever she bent over, his gaze immediately went to her ass, and when he finally growled and told her she was a “bad girl” for getting him all hard by rubbing up against him, then picked her up in his arms and carried her into the bedroom, she thought her plan had worked for sure. But while they had mad monkey sex, Dean didn’t even come close to spanking her.
“He didn’t even give you a playful smack when you bent over in front of him?” Mia asked when Bree told her about it the next day. “Jim always does that.”
“Well, all Dean did was drag me off to bed,” Bree said sullenly. “I mean, not that I’m complaining. But I wanted him to spank me first.”
Actually, a spanking before, during and after the mad monkey sex portion of the evening would have been fine with her. It was probably unfair to expect Dean to read her mind about the whole thing, but she’d die of embarrassment if she had to come out and actually ask him to spank her. All she could think about was Dean looking at her like she was a freak.
Bree swung her purse onto her shoulder. “I know it’s lame, but what do you think about leaving a spanking website up on my laptop where Dean can see it?”
Mia considered that. “Most guys aren’t into subtle, but it could work.”
It had better work, Bree thought as she pulled up a spanking website an hour later. Dean had texted to say he’d be home any minute and she wanted to make sure he’d see it before they started grading papers and making sure their lesson plans were ready for the next day.
The minute her boyfriend walked in, she went up on tiptoe to give him a kiss. Dean kissed her back, his mouth warm and insistent as it covered hers, and she let out a soft moan. When he finally lifted his head, he stepped back to let his gaze run over her appreciatively. She had dressed in her shortest pair of cotton shorts and a tank top, and she couldn’t help blushing a little when her boyfriend let out a low whistle.
“There is absolutely no way that I’m going to be able to keep my mind on work tonight, you know that, don’t you, babe?” he said, his voice husky.
Bree certainly hoped not. She laughed and scooted out of his reach when he tried to grab her hand again. “Well, you’re just going to have to try, because there’s no nookie until we’re both done,” she told him as she sat down at the kitchen table.
Dean gave her a wolfish grin. “Good thing we don’t have much to do, then.”
“Good thing,” she agreed. “Can you grab my answer key for me? I think I left it over by my laptop.”
Bree said the words casually, but inside, her heart was pounding like crazy as Dean walked over to where her laptop sat on the coffee table. She held her breath as he picked up the piece of paper with her answer key on it.
This was it. In a minute, Dean would turn and look at her, his brow lifted in question.
“What’s this?” he would ask her.
She’d immediately jump up and run into the living room to blushingly close her laptop. “Y-you weren’t s-supposed to see that,” she would tell him, stammering in her embarrassment.
She would chew on her lower lip and look up at him from beneath her lashes, and he would ask—perhaps even demand—to know why she’d been looking at a spanking website. Which was when she’d shyly admit her secret desire to be spanked. Then her boyfriend would tell her that she was a very bad girl for hiding something like that from him and that she definitely deserved a spanking. She was practically bouncing in her chair, she was so excited by the thought.
But none of that happened. In fact, Dean didn’t even so much as glance at her laptop, much less read what was on it. Instead, he picked up her answer key and handed it to her, then sat down beside her. She stared at him in disbelief. Her innermost fantasies had been right there in front of him in black and white and he hadn’t even so much as glanced at the computer screen.
Maybe she should ask him to get the laptop for her. Or even ask him to look something up on the net. But she didn’t.
Resigned to the fact that she wasn’t going to be getting a spanking that night, either, Bree tried not to sulk too much as she graded the quizzes she’d given her eighth grade class that day. As much as she wanted to be angry with Dean, she couldn’t stay that way for long. It was like Mia had said—guys didn’t do subtle. If she wanted Dean to spank her, she was going to have to have to take the direct approach.
When she said as much to Mia on the phone that night, however, her roommate assumed that meant Bree was going to finally ask Dean to give her a spanking.
“Hell, no,” Bree said. “I didn’t mean that direct. I mean that I’m going to be so bratty that Dean will have to spank me. It seems to work in the stories on the spanking websites.”
And it had darn well better work for her.
Since her boyfriend had a faculty meeting after school the next day, that gave Bree plenty of time to put her plan in motion.
She’d spent the better part of the day coming up with things to do that would get Dean frustrated enough to spank her, and with Mia’s input via text, she’d come up with a plan she thought would be foolproof. Her favorite part was making dinner for Dean at his apartment. Since she wasn’t the world’s most accomplished—or neatest—cook, getting herself into trouble should be a snap.
Bree dropped her iPod into the docking station and turned it on, then got to work. Since a casserole would be the simplest thing to make, she went with that. It was an easy recipe, even for someone as culinary challenged as she was, but she made sure to be way messier than she needed to be, especially when it came to making the biscuits. By the time everything was in the oven, every pot and pan was on the counter, and the kitchen was covered in flour.
She was still surveying her handiwork when Dean texted to say he was on his way home. Her pulse kicked into high gear as she hurried over to the wi
ndow in the living room to wait for his SUV to pull into the parking lot. As soon as it did, she could implement the next part of her plan. When Dean finally pulled into his assigned parking space ten minutes later, she hurried over to the iPod docking station and turned up the music loud enough to be heard in the next apartment building, then curled up on the couch with the newest Cosmo. Dean was going to go ballistic when he came in to hear the music blaring.
Bree saw the door open and her boyfriend come in, but she pretended not to notice. Instead, she continued to page through the magazine as she bobbed her head in time to the loud music. Dean stood in the doorway, staring at her as if she’d lost her mind. Bree had to duck down behind the magazine so he wouldn’t see her grin. She was definitely getting spanked.
Still pretending to be reading her magazine, Bree watched from the corner of her eye as her boyfriend closed the door and strode over to the iPod. She jumped as if startled when he turned it off, looking up just as he rounded on her.
“What the hell is the matter with you?” he demanded. “I could hear the music all the way downstairs.”
“Really? I didn’t realize it was that loud.” Bree tossed her magazine on the coffee table and jumped up to give him a kiss. “I didn’t hear you come in.”
He scowled. “I’m not surprised.”
She gave him a pout and looked up at him from under her lashes. “I didn’t realize it was that loud, really.“
Dean’s expression softened, but then he frowned. “What’s that smell?”
Bree would have been insulted if she weren’t so ecstatic. “Dinner.”
“Dinner?” His eyes widened as his gaze went to the kitchen. “Shit.”
Brushing past her, Dean ran into the kitchen and jerked open the oven. Smoke billowed out to fill the small room, and Bree heard him swear under his breath as he rummaged through the drawer for the potholders she’d conveniently “forgotten” to put back.
“I put them on top of the fridge,” she said.
Dean threw her an annoyed look, but said nothing as he reached for the potholders.