by Paige Tyler
Her boyfriend jerked his head toward the door. “You should go get your gloves. Your hands are going to freeze.”
It was plenty warm in the shed, but maybe she should go inside and see if Mia was getting spanked or not. And if she wasn’t, find out what the hell had happened?
“Okay. I’ll be right back.”
Bree heard the smacks as soon as she walked in the cabin. That was enough to confirm that yes, Mia was indeed getting spanked, but she couldn’t resist hurrying across the living room to take a quick peek. Her eyes went wide. Mia was definitely getting a spanking. Her ass was practically glowing it was so red.
Mia craned her neck to look at her boyfriend over her shoulder, only to do a double take when she saw Bree. She gave Bree a what-the-hell-are-you-doing-here look.
Bree shrugged, then gestured with her hand, silently telling Mia to keep going. Mia’s eyes went wide, but she nodded.
“Oh yeah, don’t stop now,” she begged her boyfriend.
Jim chuckled and smacked her ass. “Whatever you want, babe.”
Bree gazed wistfully at Mia’s reddened bottom for a moment before darting into the bedroom she and Dean shared to grab her gloves. Mia’s poor bottom was going to be so tender after this. She owed her friend big.
* * * * *
Dean was shocked when Bree walked into the shed. She hadn’t even been gone five minutes. She had to have seen Jim spanking Mia.
“I see you found your gloves,” he said, gesturing to her hands.
She smiled. “They were in the bedroom.”
Bree watched him work for a minute, then muttered something under her breath. “Dang it, I should have thought to grab my hat when I was in there. Do you mind running in and getting it for me?”
Seriously? He looked up from checking the oil. “I’m kind of in the middle of something. Can’t you go in and get it?”
Kind of in the middle of getting his girlfriend to warm up to the idea of spanking was more like it. And as far as that went, it was turning out to be an epic fail.
“But I’m just starting to warm up.” Bree gave him a pleading look. “Please.”
That was when it hit him. Bree didn’t want to go back to the cabin because she’d seen Jim spanking Mia and it made her uncomfortable. Guess that meant he had his answer about whether his girlfriend wanted one, too.
He put the cap back on the oil tank with a sigh. “I’ll get it for you.”
She smiled, relief mirrored in her blue eyes as she went up on tiptoe to give him a quick kiss. “You’re the best! Thanks.”
Dean walked into the cabin to hear rhythmic smacks and sexy moans coming from Jim and Mia’s bedroom. Since they were still in the middle of a spanking, it’d probably be safe for him to peek in and give Jim a heads up without Mia seeing him.
Not that Mia probably would have noticed him if she had been facing the door. She was squirming around so much Dean was surprised she didn’t fall off her boyfriend’s lap. Damn, her ass was red! He didn’t know how Jim was holding it together. Dean would have stopped spanking Bree and been fucking her senseless by now.
Jim must have caught sight of Dean out of the corner of his eye because he glanced up. At his questioning look, Dean shook his head. When his friend lifted a brow in surprise, Dean shook his head again. Jim mouthed the words, Sorry, dude.
Yeah, so was he.
Chapter Five
“Next time, remind me not to ask Jim to spank me before we go snowmobiling,” Mia muttered, rubbing her bottom through the corduroy mini-skirt she was wearing.
Despite still being bummed about not getting spanked, Bree couldn’t help but smile at her friend. Poor Mia had ended up getting spanked for nearly thirty minutes straight. Not only had she fidgeted in her chair the entire time they’d eaten lunch, but then she’d had to spend the whole afternoon bouncing around on the back of a snowmobile. As tender as she knew her friend’s ass must have been, Bree still couldn’t help but be envious.
“At least you got spanked,” she grumbled.
Mia stopped rubbing to give Bree a sympathetic look. “I’m sorry Dean’s not into it.”
Bree was sorry, too. She looked at her boyfriend. He was at the bar with Jim getting her and Mia something to drink. Had Dean told Jim he’d seen him spanking Mia? More likely, he was probably trying hard to forget everything he’d seen.
She’d been crushed when he came back into the shed that afternoon and hadn’t said a word about the spanking he’d seen—and he had seen it, she was sure. But all he’d done was hand over her hat and mutter something about her looking like she was freezing, then gone to work on the snowmobiles. The fact he hadn’t mentioned what he’d seen told her he had no interest in spanking her. Period.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to have Jim talk to him for you?” Mia asked.
If Bree thought it would do any good, she would take Mia up on her offer, no matter how embarrassing it’d be if. “I don’t think it’s right to push Dean to do something he doesn’t want to do just because it turns me on.” She gave Mia a small smile. “I’ll just keep living vicariously through you.”
Mia opened her mouth to say something, but closed it again when Dean and Jim showed up at the table, drinks in hand. Bree smiled at Dean as he slid into the booth beside her. She was determined not to let her gloomy mood ruin the rest of their ski trip. So what if her boyfriend wasn’t into spanking? Dean was gorgeous and smart and caring, not to mention fantastic in bed. But even as she snuggled close to him, some small part of her wished things could be different.
* * * * *
After hours of dancing with her boyfriend and rubbing up against that body of his, Bree was ready for some alone time with him, but Mia stopped them before they were halfway to the bedroom.
“There’s something Jim and I want to talk to you guys about.”
Bree frowned. “Can’t it wait until tomorrow?”
“Not really,” Mia said. “It’s kind of important.”
Bree glanced at Dean to see him shrug. He looked just as confused as she was. She sighed and turned back to her friend. “Okay. So, what’s up?”
“Sit,” Mia said, gesturing toward the couch.
Bree stifled a groan. So much for making this quick, she thought as she sat down beside Dean. Jim moved over to stand beside Mia, his arms folded and his gray eyes full of amusement. Beside Bree, Dean was eyeing their friends as warily as she was.
“What is this?” Dean asked.
Mia folded her arms. “This is an intervention.”
Bree frowned. “A what?”
“An intervention,” Mia repeated. “An orchestrated attempt by one couple to help another couple with a problem.”
Bree clenched her jaw. She was too tired for this. “Yeah, I know what an intervention is, Mia. What I want to know is why you think Dean and I need one?”
“Because you both want the same thing, and you’re both too chicken to talk to each other about it.”
Bree’s stomach plummeted. Oh, God. Please don’t let Mia say what Bree thought she was going to say.
“Dean,” Mia said. “Bree wants you to spank her.”
Bree gasped. She could actually feel her face turn red. “Mia!”
But her friend wasn’t done. “Bree,” she said. “Dean wants to spank you.”
Bree blinked, her eyes wide as she turned to look at her boyfriend. “You do?”
Dean hesitated for a moment, his dark eyes searching her face. “Only if you really want me to,” he said slowly. “Do you?”
Bree’s color deepened. She wanted nothing more than for him to drag her over his knee and spank her bare ass until she begged him to stop, but her shyness kicked in and she looked away.
Mia threw up her hands in frustration. “At this rate, we’ll be here all night.” She looked from Bree to Dean and back again. “While you two were dancing, Jim and I had a little talk. It seems great minds really do think alike. We both came up with same idea to help you two out, only the little spanking show we
put on for you today backfired big time because you were both so damn worried what the other might think.”
Bree slid Dean a sidelong glance, but didn’t say anything.
Mia muttered something under her breath. “That’s it.”
She grabbed Bree’s hand and gave it a tug, pulling her to her feet. A moment later, she found herself draped over Dean’s knee. She instinctively tried to push herself upright, but Mia firmly shoved her back down. Bree craned her neck to glare at her friend over her shoulder, but Mia gave her a stern look.
“Stay right where you are,” she ordered. Taking Dean’s hand, she placed it solidly on Bree’s back. A self-satisfied smile curved her lips. “Now, Jim and I are going to bed, and we’d better hear some spanking going on out here. Some squealing, too,” she added. “As bratty as Bree has been acting, she deserves a long, hard spanking.”
Bree opened her mouth to protest, but Mia silenced her with another look. Bree didn’t know what she was protesting about anyway. A long, hard spanking was exactly what she wanted.
Mia and Jim went into their bedroom and closed the door, leaving Bree and Dean alone in the living room. Without the other couple there to distract her, Bree was able to finally appreciate the position she was in. With Dean sitting back on the couch, she was stretched out on his lap rather than draped over his knee, which was a heck of a lot more comfortable than she would have thought, not to mention very erotic. Not only did Dean have a great view of her ass from where he was sitting, but if she parted her legs even a little, he’d be able to slide his hand between them, thanks to the short skirt she wore.
“So,” Dean finally said, his other hand coming to rest on her upturned bottom. “How long have you wanted me to spank you?”
Bree said nothing for a moment, too distracted by the feel of her boyfriend’s hand on her derriere. “S-since I walked into my apartment and saw Jim spanking Mia a couple of weeks ago.”
Dean caressed her bottom, his hand warm through the thin material of her skirt. “If you wanted me to spank you, why didn’t you just tell me?”
Her lips curved into a smile. “For the same reason you couldn’t tell me you wanted to spank me.”
He trailed his fingers down the back of her legs to the tops of her knee-high boots, then back up again, making her shiver. “Fair enough.”
Dean ran his hand back up her legs and over the curve of her ass, pushing her skirt up and revealing the skimpy pair of bikini panties she had on underneath. No more than tiny triangles in the front and back, and held together by two strings on either side, the garment did little to cover her bottom, and regardless of how many times she’d been naked with her boyfriend, Bree couldn’t keep from blushing. There was just something so hot about being draped over his knee like this.
Dean ran his hand over her panty-covered bottom. “You have a beautiful ass, do you know that?”
His words made her blush even more, and Bree could only shake her head.
“Well, you do.” He gave her cheeks a firm squeeze. “And it’s going to look even more beautiful once it’s all red from the spanking I’m going to give you.”
Bree’s pulse quickened. Either Dean had much more experience with this spanking stuff than she’d thought, or he was just a natural at it, because she didn’t think she’d ever been as turned on as she was right then.
Even so, she was a little nervous by the thought of the actual spanking. “Dean…”
“Hmmm?”
She looked at him over her shoulder. “I’ve never been spanked before, so not too hard, okay?”
He laughed, a deep, rich sound. “Not too hard, sweetheart. I promise.”
As he spoke, he settled his hand more firmly on the small of her back, holding her in place, and Bree held her breath as she waited for the spanking to begin. In all the stories she’d read and pictures she’d seen, the guy always held the girl down so she couldn’t struggle too much. And though the thought had given her a sexy thrill at the time, it was nothing compared to how excited she was by having her boyfriend actually hold her in place. Playing the submissive to his dom was an unbelievable turn-on.
Dean abruptly lifted his hand and brought it down on her panty-covered bottom with a smack. Though it wasn’t a very hard smack—and certainly not nearly as hard as Jim spanked Mia—Bree still jumped and let out a startled little “oh!” What surprised her even more than the loud sound that seemed to echo in the cabin, was the sting that went along with the smack. Warm and tingly, it spread across her cheek with a delicious slowness. Suddenly, she couldn’t wait to feel the next one.
She didn’t have to wait long. Another smack quickly followed on the other cheek, this one a little harder than the first. Bree let out another yelp.
Dean’s hand stilled on her bottom. “Too hard?”
Bree chewed on her lower lip for a moment, considering that. Had it really been too hard? The part of her that was still a little nervous about getting spanked almost had her nodding. But the other part—the part that wanted Dean to give her the kind of spanking Jim gave Mia—made her shake her head.
“No,” she said, then before she could stop herself, boldly added, “You can spank me harder if you want.”
Her boyfriend must have decided to take her at her word because the next spanks were a lot harder. Although she loved each and every smack, she yelped every time his hand came down on her ass. She thought her panties would have provided at least some protection, but she might as well have been bare-assed. She supposed it didn’t help that they’d ridden up to expose even more of her cheeks. What the heck would it feel like when Dean finally yanked down her panties and spanked her on the bare? Part of her eagerly wanted to find out, while another part of her was almost too afraid she couldn’t take it.
Dean suddenly stopped spanking to gently massage her stinging derriere. Bree let out a sound that was half-sigh, half-moan. Her boyfriend had caressed her ass cheeks lots of times before, but it had never felt quite this amazing. Maybe it was because her skin was all tingly from the smacks he’d given her. Because every time he squeezed her ass, little ripples of pleasure coursed through her.
“Do you like that?” Dean asked, gently squeezing her ass again.
“Mmm,” she sighed.
He slid his hand between her legs and ran his fingers over her panty-covered pussy. “What about this?”
Bree had been concentrating so hard on her ass getting smacked she hadn’t even thought about what her pussy was feeling. She caught her breath as she just realized how wet she was. She moaned as Dean’s fingers found her clit, loving the feel of the silky material of her panties rubbing against her sensitive little nub. Desperate for more, she began to grind against him, only to groan when he took his hand away.
Dean chuckled. “You want me to spank you some more, don’t you?”
Bree nodded.
“You have to ask for it,” Dean said softly.
Was he serious?
“I’m waiting,” her boyfriend said.
She was glad he couldn’t see her face because she knew it was as red as her bottom was soon going to be. “Spank me.”
The words came out so softly she wondered if he’d even heard them, but they must have been loud enough because Dean slipped his fingers inside the waistband of her panties and slowly pulled them down to mid-thigh. Her pulse racing, she waited breathlessly for him to spank her on the bare bottom, but instead Dean caressed her ass first, lovingly running his hand over her cheeks until she was moaning with pleasure.
“Remember when I told you that you have a beautiful ass?” he asked softly.
She nodded.
“I forgot to tell you that it’s also very spankable.”
The compliment made her warm all over. “It is?”
“Uh-huh,” he said. “It’s firm and perfectly rounded. And right now, it’s practically begging to be spanked.”
Bree was still processing that when he lifted his hand and brought it down hard on her right cheek. The
smack echoed in the room, and Bree let out a yelp of surprise at the sting that came with it.
“Oww!”
“Too hard?” Dean asked.
This time, Bree didn’t hesitate. She craned her neck to give him a sultry look over her shoulder. “No. After all, I have been really bratty lately.”
Dean lifted a brow as if surprised by her boldness. Then his mouth quirked. Dang. If only she’d been this self-assured a few days ago. Things would have been a lot easier if she’d just simply come out and told him she wanted to be spanked. She wondered if she should remind Dean about all the bratty things she’d done, but before she could say anything, his hand connected with her ass again. Hard.
Ouch!
Dean ignored her squeals, spanking her until she was squirming and kicking and making so much noise she was sure the people in the next cabin over would hear. Even then he didn’t stop. His hand came down over and over, back and forth from one cheek to the other. Even on her very tender sit-spots. Damn, that stung.
Between her thighs, her pussy purred. She was torn between asking him to spank her even harder and begging him to stop, but Dean made the decision for her. After one more hard smack to each cheek, he grabbed her red-hot ass and gave it a firm squeeze.
Bree closed her eyes and let out a soft moan. She would never have thought that a spanking could sting so much, but her ass felt like it was on fire.
Dean gently caressed her freshly spanked derriere. “Your ass is very red,” he said softly.
Was that his way of asking if she’d had enough? She didn’t think she’d ever get enough.
“Don’t stop,” she begged.
“Don’t stop rubbing your ass?”
“Don’t stop spanking me.”
An hour ago, she hadn’t been able to ask him to spank her. Now, she was begging him not to stop.
Dean gave her what she wanted, falling into an easy rhythm as he alternated from one cheek to the other. At times, he’d stop and gently sooth the sting by massaging her ass. Other times, he’d slide his hand between her legs and finger her clit. Bree found herself doing a lot less squealing then and a lot more moaning.