Bennet’s cock lengthened at the sight. She wasn’t as innocent as she liked to let on, and watching the vixen come out was sexy as hell. He had to hold back from grabbing her and bringing her someplace private, like a bathroom, where he wanted to fuck her until they couldn’t go anymore.
The worker looked at her, stunned, then looked at Bennet as if he needed confirmation that she was actually talking to him. Bennet nodded his head and the worker spoke up. “Um. Yeah. It’s in the back corner. I can bring you there,” he offered.
Maggie looked back at Bennet, who again nodded and asked the worker to lead the way. They followed him until the Christmas area was blatantly obvious.
The worker turned back to Maggie, smiling as he glanced at her tits one more time, then returned to his aisle to stock shelves.
Bennet assumed it wouldn’t be long before the young man would seek the privacy of the bathroom to take care of things.
“You are fucking sexy as hell, you know that,” Bennet told Maggie as they entered the Christmas section, taking a handful of her ass and squeezing it until she stopped in the middle of the aisle.
“Thank you,” she cooed, making his cock leap again. If she kept it up, they would end up in the restroom.
“Now tell me what you think we should get,” he told her, releasing her ass and taking a spool of Christmas lights off the shelf.
“Do you have anything from previous years?” she asked, pulling a box of ornaments down.
“Not really. Remember, I sucked at decorating. I have a couple of pre-lit trees and red bows. That’s about it. And every year they all bitch about my lack of decorating skills so this year I want to blow them away,” he told her as he took the box she was holding and threw it into the cart.
“Okay, then we’ll start with lights. We’ll get a couple of spools that can be hung outside. What I’m thinking is everything is white, like snow and a lot of the faux fur with birch trees, which is sexy and feels good. Then we can add in color with another decor throughout. Am I also in charge of food?” she asked as she continued to indicate things to go in the shopping cart.
“No, I have a caterer for that. Just decor. I want to wow everyone, not just with decor but also with you,” he admitted, not knowing why he chose now to tell her that.
“Me?” Maggie asked.
“Yes, you. I usually don’t have a date. I’m too busy hosting. They’ll be shocked,” he answered.
“Well, I haven’t agreed to stay,” she reminded him, crossing her arms over her chest. He reached over and pulled her arms apart.
“That’s the first spanking,” he advised, twisting her left nipple so that it was rock hard again.
She yelped a little and pouted. “Hey, not fair,” she whined as she looked self-consciously around the aisle.
“I think we need to find lots of mistletoe. Because at this party, there’s more than just kissing going on,” he told her, urging her to continue down the aisle as they collected decor. It was going to be a long afternoon.
Chapter 9
Maggie couldn’t believe they’d just spent over a thousand dollars at the store and what was even more shocking was the amount of stuff they realized they still needed once they’d unloaded everything from the car and laid it all out in the living room.
Except Bennet didn’t give her much time to think about it before he was sweeping her off to his bedroom for her ‘punishment’. She’d covered her breasts a total of six times while they were at the store. Well, actually it was seven, but he allowed the first one to slip because it was in the parking lot and she was shivering.
Now she stood in front of him in his huge bedroom waiting for directions. She’d never had a spanking, well not from an adult who was clearly using it for sexual gratification. She didn’t know what to expect and she didn’t know if she’d like it. She’d heard about it before, heard about the women who loved it, thrived on it and even swooned over the orgasm that they could have after their spankings. But she’d also heard about the pain and how some spankings can be so rough the woman couldn’t sit for weeks. That didn’t sound like any fun.
So, she was nervous, worried, but also turned on and horny. It was an odd combination and she didn’t know how to digest it yet. He’d gone into his bathroom, to return shirtless and looking oh so sexy. The vee on his hips sent a bolt to her clit and she couldn’t help but hide the lust from her eyes. He really was a sexy man, not matter what he was about to do.
“Have you ever been spanked?” he asked her, stepping in front of her and looking down at her with a sexy scowl on his face.
“No,” she answered, wanting to say more, but worried she might sound stupid saying it. She wanted this. Who could say a sexy rich man spanked them?
“Are you nervous?”
“I… uh… yes. But I’m turned on,” she said, instantly regretting the words. Should she admit she was hot and bothered? It was all too confusing. Why couldn’t he just fuck her like any other guy?
“Are you?” he answered with a pleased tone, “Good. I want you to strip for me,” he continued, his eyes intently surveying her body. She took in a nervous breath and reached for the hem of her shirt, ready to comply.
Except, he stopped her. “No, pants first. And I want you to turn around so that ass is bent over for me,” he told her, taking a step back as he tipped his head to watch.
She blushed, the heat burning her face as she turned around and unbuttoned her pants. Then she hooked her thumbs into the sides and slid the denim down her hips and legs. She left them in a heap around her ankles, glancing back at him from over her shoulder.
He was stroking his cock through his pants, his head still cocked to the side.
“Do you want me to take them all the way off?” she asked him.
“No, that’s perfect. I want you to wiggle yourself back here towards the bed and bend yourself over my lap,” he directed, backing up himself. He sat down and waited as she took tiny steps, her jeans acting as handcuffs around her ankles. She stopped in front of him, then bent over and placed herself across his lap. She couldn’t believe this was happening.
To her surprise, his fingers slipped between her thighs and rubbed the moisture dripping from her. It was no longer a secret.
“Oh, you are turned on. Even better. If you take your six spanks well, I’ll consider rewarding you,” he told her, rubbing his index finger on her clit to illustrate his point. She moaned with pleasure and sighed with disappointment when he removed his hand. “Now here are the rules. I am spanking you because you tried to cover your amazing tits when I told you not to. There will be a total of six. I want you to count each one. Do you understand?” he asked, his voice sterile.
She took in a nervous breath and nodded her head.
“Say it,” he advised, placing his hand on her bare ass.
“Yes, I understand.”
“Good. Remember to count,” he reminded her. Then everything went silent. He rubbed her soft skin for a moment, then removed his hand.
She closed her eyes to prepare herself.
His hand connected with her skin with an alarming slice of pain that resonated for a moment before the sting surfaced.
“Ouch!” she wailed, reaching behind to soothe her skin.
“No, ma’am. You keep your hand away. That’ll get you another spank. Do you understand?” he advised, pushing her hands away. Then his hand cracked against her skin again, this time on the other cheek.
This one felt harder and stung more than the last. Her crotch throbbed, but the searing sting gained more attention.
“You’re not counting,” he reminded her.
“One and two.”
“Good girl. Four more then I’ll give you the best pleasure ever,” he told her, his hand connecting again.
This one brought a tear to her eye. She started to question herself and his motives. Could this be normal? How could she ever think she’d like it? Maybe he thought she was ugly and that’s why he was doing this, to scare her
away.
“Three,” she cried out. Her voice was no longer sexy and she was no longer turned on. His hand connected again and the tears that welled up before fell freely now. She felt confused, scared and questioned why she’d ever agreed to come.
“Four,” she stated through ground teeth.
He must have noticed because he paused, asking her to look back at him.
She didn’t at first, too ashamed of her reaction and too confused to describe what she was feeling.
“Look at me, Maggie,” he repeated.
This time she looked back, tears leaving trails down her face.
“Why are you crying, baby?” he asked, bending her knees so she could kneel on his lap and be face to face with him.
She didn’t answer, unable to put everything she was feeling into words.
“Maggie, in order for this to work, you have to talk to me,” he explained, his eyes intense.
“I don’t know why,” she admitted and it was the truth. She was confused. Then she blurted out, “How could you do this to me? Do you think I’m ugly? Are you trying to get rid of me?” She couldn’t stop the tears from streaming down her face and she didn’t care at that point. He intended to spank her two more times then move on.
“Absolutely not. Does this,” he pointed to the bulge in his pants, “look like I think you’re ugly? I think not. I think you are the most beautiful, sexy and down to earth woman I’ve ever met. I could spend every waking moment with you and I don’t even know you. I’m fascinated by you. And I’m flattered that you even allowed me to spank you. It’s sexy as hell,” he told her, breaking her resolve and flooding her with a new emotion – appreciation.
She still couldn’t believe this man was attracted to her, but yet here he was, pouring out his dirty little desire in the hopes she’d enjoy it. She didn’t think about how much he was putting on the line by admitting his fetishes to her. He was being honest; now she needed to trust his honesty.
She bent back over his lap, offering him an honest smile.
“You sure?”
“Yes, this little girl needs a spanking. Her thinking puts her on the naughty list,” she told him, wiggling her ass.
His face lit up with a smile and after rubbing her clit until she was dripping again, he spanked her two more times before flipping her over on the bed and spreading her legs so he could feast on her very aroused and wet pussy.
Chapter 10
Bennet looked across the dining room table at Maggie. Her cheeks held their usual red tint and she had an angelic quality to her features as she smiled at Simon who was placing her dinner plate in front of her with his own smile. She really was an amazing woman, with a real appreciation for everything anyone did for her. She was humble and honest, traits he found very hard to come across in the women that ran in his circles.
Simon glanced at Bennet and nodded in appreciation. He’d seen his share of Bennet’s women and knew this one was special. Bennet nodded back and Simon excused himself to the kitchen.
“Simon, why don’t you eat with us?” Maggie invited, tapping on the table setting to her left.
Bennet was shocked by this simple invitation, especially since Simon had kept himself distant. Simon glanced at Bennet and Bennet shrugged his shoulders, agreeing.
“Thank you,” Simon told both of them as he collected his plate from the kitchen and took a seat.
They ate in silence for a couple of minutes, then Bennet broke the silence. “It looks like we need to return to the store tomorrow for more decorations,” he told Maggie.
She looked up and smiled. “Well, let me see how far I can get finished tonight and I’ll let you know in the morning. You mentioned before that you had some Christmas trees. Can you get them out for me?” she asked as she placed another bite of steak on her tongue.
Bennet’s concentration landed on her mouth and he watched as she worked the piece of meat before swallowing. She licked her lips then, and he felt a familiar tug at his crotch.
“We’ll see. You’ve been at it all day. You need to take a break,” he advised.
She nodded and looked down at her plate, then at Simon. “Simon, could you get the trees for me?” she asked him with a coy smile.
She glanced at Bennet from hooded eyes and Bennet had to contain himself from collecting her and bringing her over his lap right then and there. She was purposely antagonizing him. Maybe she wanted to be spanked. “Simon, I will get them. After Maggie and I spend some time in the hot tub,” he told both of them, standing to bring his completed plate to the kitchen.
Maggie was giggling as he returned and she attempted to mask her smile when he approached, but her eyes still held humor. Bennet laughed himself, a warning laugh, then collected her from the chair with one swift motion. If she wanted another spanking, he’d give her two. She giggled and swung her arms around his neck as he carried her toward the back porch.
“Simon, we’ll be outside. We need to be alone for now,” he called over his shoulder before sliding back the glass door and stepping out into the cold night air. The sun was setting and it cast a warm yellow glow across the supports of the cabin balcony, showing every grain in the intricate wood. Bennet loved sitting out on the porch, admiring the stunning view of mountains. He lowered Maggie to her bare feet in front of the hot tub. The water was bubbling and swirling, having been turned on by Simon before dinner.
“Strip,” he told her, taking a seat on one of the loungers close to the hot tub. He sat back, draping his hands behind his head and preparing himself for the show, his cock fully erect.
“Here?” she asked, wrapping her slender arms around herself as the cold air nipped at her.
“Yes, ma’am. That’ll teach you to ask Simon to take care of something I told you I’d handle later,” he told her with a smirk. God, she was beautiful. Her nipples grew hard and showed themselves against her thin shirt.
“But Simon will see,” she explained, motioning toward the large window behind Bennet.
“Good. Maybe I’ll invite him to join us,” Bennet warned, nodding his head for her to continue with the removal of her clothes.
“You wouldn’t!”
“I would and have. Simon likes to spank just as much as I do,” he warned. He watched the flash of panic wash across her face. Her innocent shyness stirred his cock even more and to make sure she was aware how aroused he was, he started to stroke it through his pants.
Her eyes darted to the large window, then Bennet’s moving hand, her cheeks growing bright red.
“Strip,” he ordered her again and this time she complied.
Her shirt was the first to hit the deck, then her pants. She’d listened and hadn’t worn a bra or panties since that morning. She stood in front of him, the cold air nipping at her skin, her nipples perky and her cheeks flush. She was beautiful. She tried to keep her arms at her side but started to bounce back and forth on her feet when the cold sank into her body.
“I know you’re cold. Go ahead and get in the tub,” he told her as he stood to remove his own clothes.
She didn’t hesitate and climbed into the tub as quickly as the words left his mouth.
Bennet bent over his chair and tapped on the glass before climbing into the tub himself.
Maggie didn’t catch the action and was caught off guard when Simon slid open the glass door and approached them with two glasses of wine. She giggled and sank deeper into the hot tub as Simon neared the side, the act not going unnoticed by Bennet, who nodded his thanks to Simon, then invited him to stay for a moment.
Maggie offered him an annoyed expression as she tried to use the bubbling water to disguise her nudity.
“Simon, why don’t you pour yourself a glass and come on out with us?” Bennet offered.
Simon nodded with pleasure and left to get some wine.
“What are you doing?” she asked Bennet, her breasts popping above the water when the glass door shut behind Simon.
“I’m inviting Simon to join us,” he expla
ined as he draped his arms over the back of the hot tub, offering himself for her enjoyment.
“He can’t see me like this,” she complained, ducking back under the water as Simon returned with his own glass of wine and a towel.
“Yes, he can. Who better than Simon to help break you in for the party?” Bennet told her, moving closer to her as Simon disrobed and climbed into the tub.
He didn’t speak, but offered her a smile.
Chapter 11
Maggie couldn’t turn her eyes away from Simon. She was in complete shock over this change in roles. She replayed all of the conversations in her head with Simon. He’d always claimed he wasn’t a part of Bennet’s lifestyle, which now made her feel somewhat betrayed. She’d confided in him.
“You told me you were always asked to leave before the party started,” she accused Simon, unable to hide her disappointment.
Simon sat back in the hot tub, draping his arms over the back just like Bennet. He transformed right before her eyes. “I did tell you that. I didn’t want to scare you,” he explained.
“Scare me? I passed out when you told me the kind of party I was preparing for!” she reminded him as she turned her attention to Bennet. “And you. We’ve been so intimate. You spanked me for Christ’s sake. How could you hide this from me?” she accused, motioning to Simon.
“We wanted to make sure you were ready,” Bennet explained, looking deep into her searching eyes. He was worried and it showed clearly on his face.
“I was ready? Are you kidding me? It’s like you two have been planning this all along,” she lectured as she pulled into the corner of the hot tub in an attempt to cover herself. She felt ashamed and used. She’d opened herself to Bennet, hell she allowed him to spank her and now she felt like nothing but a used piece of trash.
“We have been, beautiful. It’s a big night and we needed to know you were up to the task,” Simon explained as he reached across the hot tub to place his hands on her knees.
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