Naturally Naughty

by Morganna Williams

  Landon laughed again. “Bet you remember to keep your tires in good shape.”

  Men!

  Booty Call

  Naked and in the corner, I waited for Landon. He planned to take my bottom tonight, and apparently, waiting in the corner naked as a jaybird was supposed to help me get in a submissive frame of mind.

  Not sure I was feeling all that submissive; the corner can be rather boring, but soon I found myself thinking about Landon and his big cock filling my ass.

  A shiver having nothing to do with cold ran through me and wetness was trickling down my inner thighs.

  Moaning, I restlessly squeezed my thighs together, enjoying a little jolt of pleasure. Where was he?

  “I think I said wait in the corner with your legs shoulder width apart, young lady,” his husky voice said from directly behind me.

  How long had he been there? I shuddered as his hand ran down my spine and across my bottom, as I obediently spread my legs.

  “Have you been a good girl while you waited here for me?” Landon asked, speaking softly in my ear.

  “Yes, sir,” I said breathlessly.

  He ran his hand between my legs, his fingers stroking through my wet folds, the tip of one finger teasingly grazing my clit before he withdrew. My hips bucked in response.

  “Turn around and look at me,” he instructed, his voice darkly seductive, different from any way Landon had spoken to me before.

  Turning, I looked up at him and gasped, suddenly embarrassed. He held his hand up for me to see that it was covered in the fluids dripping so freely between my legs.

  “Is all this honey for me?” Landon asked before sticking his fingers in his mouth and cleaning my essence from them.

  My knees nearly buckled as a wave of desire stronger than anything I’d ever known rolled through me.

  “Answer me,” he ordered.

  I swear I nearly came from the demand implicit in his voice. “Yes… all for you… only for you.”

  “Get up on the bed on all fours, bottom out toward me,” Landon instructed.

  Quickly climbing up on the bed, I presented my bottom, eager to get this show on the road. I needed him inside me so badly I ached. Catching sight of a very large black butt plug as I got into position, I felt a tiny sliver of trepidation.

  A firm hand pressed down between my shoulder blades, urging my chest to the bed. Then he moved my legs farther apart until they stretched wide, opening me up so he could see all my secrets.

  His hand landed on my left bottom cheek, leaving a slight sting in its wake. It fell again and again all over my bottom, alternating the stinging swats with sweeping strokes across my heated flesh.

  I found myself pressing my chest even harder to the bed and lifting my bottom to meet his hand, eager for more. A broad finger teased through my folds again, stroking my clit then sinking deep into my needy channel.

  A second finger joined the first as his thumb pressed against my aching clit. I pressed back against his fingers as they took me hard and fast until I came apart with a scream.

  He immediately withdrew and began spanking my bottom even harder.

  “Yes! Please, Landon. More… harder… oohhhhh…” I cried out, caught in the passion of our exchange and needing even more from him.

  Unlike when he spanked me for discipline, the pain and heat of this spanking was building into something entirely different. The heat seemed to spread to every part of my body, leaving me pulsing with need.

  The spanking stopped. I pressed my hot cheek to the sheets, panting as I waited. Then I felt the broad head of the slick plug pressing against my back hole. My earlier fear was completely forgotten, and I found myself pressing backwards, desperate to have it inside me.

  Landon’s fingers began stroking my clit in a circular motion as his other hand worked the plug into me. I groaned as it sank all the way inside.

  Suddenly his tongue stabbed into me as he continued to work the plug in and out of my bottom. I whimpered and moaned as his talented tongue alternated between my clit and throbbing sheath, working me into a frenzy.

  “Ohh, Landon… please… Landon,” I cried.

  Then the head of his cock rested at my weeping entrance, and I spread my legs even wider in invitation. He took me to the hilt in one hard stroke. The plug filling my ass and Landon’s cock in my vaginal canal made me feel stretched to capacity.

  Then he was riding me hard, withdrawing almost completely only to slam all the way back inside as he worked the plug in and out of me in tandem with his thrusts.

  He pulled out as I came, screaming. Then he pulled the plug as well and suddenly he was there, the head of his cock pressing against my tender rosebud.

  Landon’s entrance was easier than I would have expected since he was much bigger than the plug, but surprisingly I welcomed the burning stretch in my ass. I needed this; I needed everything Landon had to give me.

  I felt owned; dominated completely by this man that I loved so very much. More than I would have ever thought possible.

  Then he was all the way in and taking my bottom in long hard thrusts as one hand came around my waist and stroked down until he was able to catch my swollen clit between two fingers.

  “Come now, Shannon,” he commanded in that dark velvety voice and I exploded, squeezing my bottom down on his cock as he continued pinching my clit. I went from one orgasm straight into another so powerful my voice left me as my mouth opened in a silent scream of pleasure so intense it was almost painful.

  Landon thrust twice more, and then I felt the spasm of his cock as he emptied inside me. I collapsed face down on the bed as he withdrew from me, totally replete and unable to move.

  I could hear Landon in the bathroom, cleaning up, and then he was back with a warm rag, gently cleaning me as well.

  He took the rag back to the bathroom and then returned to lift me up into the center of the bed before curling his body around mine and pulling the covers over us.

  I sighed in contentment as he pressed kisses to my neck, and I sank into the cradle of his body. “I love you, Shannon.”

  “I love you too, Landon,” I whispered softly before giving in to the demands of my body and falling into a deep, peaceful sleep.

  Nothing’s (Nobody’s) Perfect

  I carefully parked my car so that the big bushy tree by the driveway draped strategically across my dashboard. I’d been parking this way for the last two months. My inspection sticker had expired and I was trying to keep Landon from noticing. He would want to know why and this would raise a host of other issues I didn’t want to discuss.

  We didn’t exactly live together, but he was at my house so much, it was really difficult to keep these little things to myself.

  It was better for me and my bottom that he didn’t know it was expired or any of the reasoning behind it.

  Later I was happily preparing a salad to go with the roast I’d fixed when his tender voice bellowed from outside.

  “Shannon Marie!”

  My stomach hit my feet. “Yes?”

  “Front and center now!”

  I sighed and went outside to find Landon standing there with a pair of hedge clippers. I gasped when I saw that the branches shielding my out-of-date sticker were dangling from his other hand.

  “Why did you clip the tree?”

  “I was concerned that it might be scratching the paint off your car. It never occurred to me that you were parking under it on purpose!”

  “Well… um… I can explain… just give me a minute to think.”

  “Why is your sticker two months out of date?”

  “Well, I know it needs to be inspected, but I, uh, can’t get it inspected just now,” I said quietly.

  “Why can’t you? It only takes ten minutes.”

  “I kindadon’thaveinsurancerightthisminute.”

  “Excuse me?”

  I began to fidget from one foot to the other. “Well, you see, I had a few bill problems and it lapsed and then I didn’t have the mone
y to get it started again and one thing led to another and well, here we are.”

  “You’ve been driving your car without insurance?”

  “Ummm… well…”

  “It’s a yes or no question, Shannon.”

  “Well, if you put it that way… yes.” I cringed as I awaited the explosion.

  To my shock and amazement, he simply asked for my car keys. I gave them to him and he told me to go inside while he re-parked my car. It seems I also took a little chip out of the base of the tree in my enthusiasm to use it for a shield.

  As I set the table, I chewed worriedly on my lip. This was not good. He hadn’t said a word other than to ask for my keys and send me inside. This was bad. This was really, really bad.

  I jumped at the sound of the backdoor.

  “Are you ready for dinner, honey?”

  “I’m ready for you to tell me why, as well as not having insurance and having an out of date inspection sticker, your oil is fifteen thousand miles overdue for a change?”

  “Oh, that.”

  “Yes, that.”

  “Well, that’s easy, really.”

  Landon snorted in disbelief and sank into a kitchen chair. “I’m all ears.”

  “Well, you see, if I’d had my oil changed, they would have asked to inspect the car. All those places do that now, you know. And, well, I couldn’t have my car inspected because I don’t have insurance. It’s all a vicious cycle.”

  “I’m about to show you a vicious cycle.”

  “Now Landon, don’t say or do anything you’ll regret,” I said, backing away as he stood and rolled his sleeves up.

  “Trust me, you’ll do all the regretting.”

  “I… I… well, um… maybe we should talk about this some more.”

  “I don’t think there is anything to say. You know what the problem is and you know it should never have occurred. Come here.”

  “But…”

  “Come here, Shannon.”

  Tears filled my eyes as I walked to stand beside Landon. He took my hand and sat back down on the kitchen chair before pulling me across his lap. My pants and panties were at my knees before I could even blink and his hand was clapping off my backside. No gentle buildup; he went straight for maximum impact.

  I screamed and hollered from the moment he began, kicking my feet as he lit a fire in my hind end that I wouldn’t soon forget.

  “I’m sorrrrrrreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!”

  “When you got the first notice on your insurance, what should you have done?” The question was punctuated by the application of something that left a sting like a bumblebee in its wake.

  Where the hell had the spoon come from?

  “Ooooowwwwwww! Eeeeeeeeeee! I should… have told youuuuuuuuuuuu!”

  “Exactly. Then your insurance never would have lapsed, the car would be inspected, and the oil issue never would have come up.”

  The spoon bouncing rhythmically off my backside must have done something to my brain as well because that is the only explanation for the idiocy of my next words.

  “Actually the oil was overdue before my insurance lapsed.”

  I’d only thought the spoon was landing hard before!

  “Ooooooooooooowwwwwwww-weeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Ooooowwwwwweeeeeeeeeee!”

  “How often is the oil in your car supposed to be changed?”

  “Every three thousand miles!! I swear from now on I’ll get it changed every two!”

  “I’ll settle for every three,” Landon said as he stood me in front of him.

  “Yes, sir.” I stood sniffling and vainly trying to rub the sting from my bottom.

  “Do you know how much trouble you would have been in if you’d gotten stopped?”

  “Yes, sir. On the upside, I haven’t been speeding,” I said, trying to throw in a positive note.

  Landon shook his head and rolled his eyes before pulling me close. “What am I going to do with you?”

  “Love me?”

  “I do, baby. Lord knows I do.”

  The next day Landon straightened out all my car issues, not that I could sit to drive of course, but I had insurance, my car was inspected, and my oil was good for another three thousand miles. Have I mentioned I love this man?

  The Tale of the Greasy Fry

  I was excited about the concert. It was a benefit for the Make A Wish foundation and promised to be a wonderful evening.

  Unfortunately, Landon had a family wedding coming up. Not that I didn’t want to go; of course I did. I had even found the perfect dress; the only problem was I needed to lose at least ten pounds in order to wear said dress. So I had been on a starvation diet for the past three weeks and I still had five pounds to go.

  So dinner prior to the concert at the Hard Rock was a problem. The Hard Rock would only be serving basket dinners for this particular venue. Which meant fried stuff or a hamburger. I knew that French fries would be my downfall if I let even one of the succulent pieces of salty potato touch my lips. So I was determined that none even touch my burger.

  Well, such are the best-laid plans of mice and me.

  The evening started well, it really did. Landon came and picked me up in grand style and I was feeling especially ravishing. Amazing what the loss of even five pounds will do for a girl; imagine how I’ll be feeling when I lose the other five.

  The crisp cold air seemed fitting since it was a holiday concert; they were calling it Holiday at the Hard Rock. I was looking forward to listening to some of my favorite soft rock artists up close and personal.

  We left very early, as the seating was limited and first come, first served. Everyone else would be left standing once the seats ran out.

  We got there in plenty of time to get seats and had a great view of the stage. The waiter came to take our orders and that’s when the trouble began. Due to my special circumstances and determination to not see one speck of potato on my plate, I was very specific in my order. Perhaps a little too insistent and specific, but nonetheless I wanted it as I ordered it.

  “I want a hamburger with mustard, no onions, extra tomatoes and lettuce, oh, and no pickles either, absolutely no mayonnaise, and if it’s no trouble make sure they put no French fries on my plate.” I smiled at the waiter as I handed him my menu.

  “Do you want chips instead of the fries?”

  “No! Nothing, nada, no fried anything!”

  Landon and the waiter both quirked their brows at the vehemence of my reply. Well, what’s a girl to do? I’d been on a strict diet for three weeks and I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt if anything fried touched my plate, much less my lips, all would be lost.

  Landon made his order then frowned across the table at me. “Don’t you think you’re being a bit ridiculous about this?”

  “No. I am trying to take control in the beginning in order to circumvent a disaster.”

  “Eating French fries or chips would be a disaster?”

  “At this particular point, yes. Abstinence is critical if I want to wear the dress I bought for your cousin’s wedding.”

  “I still don’t understand why you just didn’t buy one that would fit in the first place,” he said with not a little exasperation.

  “Because this is the first time I am going to meet everyone in your family. I want to make a good impression. Not have them wondering how you ended up with the Bonanza Cow.” I glared at him for being so obtuse. Was this really so hard to understand?

  “This is just silly. First, you are not a cow and second, even if you were, all that matters to my family is that you’re the girl I love.”

  God, I loved this man, but he was so naïve. “Okay, sweetie, if that’s what you want to think, but I’ll stick to reality.”

  “Be very careful how many buttons you push.”

  The impulse to stick my tongue out had never been stronger; not the most mature of responses, but sometimes still very tempting. I decided instead that a change of topic was necessary to preserve the joy of the evening and the comfort of my bottom
.

  “I can’t wait till the music starts. This should be a fantastic concert.”

  Landon smiled and quietly murmured his agreement before lacing his fingers through mine across the candlelit table. I melted; he was so sweet.

  Then our food came.

  I glared at my basket. French fries filled the entire thing and my hamburger rested on top of them happily soaking up all their greasy goodness.

  “I said no fries!”

  “Oh, well, the kitchen is really busy tonight with the concert crowd.”

  “Well, now my burger has soaked up all the grease from them.”

  The waiter just blinked at me.

  “Honey, it’s fine. Don’t worry about it. A few French fries won’t matter.”

  “Won’t matter? Yes, they will. I said no fries and I meant no fries.” I frowned fiercely at the waiter.

  To my surprise, he was beginning to glare back. Whatever happened to the customer always being right? “If you don’t want the fries, lady, don’t eat them.”

  “I don’t want the fries in my basket, period. What am I supposed to do now?”

  “Lady, I don’t care if you throw them on the floor. The kitchen can’t make a new basket; they can barely keep up with the orders coming in as it is.”

  Now I realize that there was no excuse for what I did next, but what can I say? I was a woman on a mission to lose weight, which actually means I was damn hungry and I wanted those fries desperately. Which also means they could be nowhere near me!

  I picked my hamburger up from the basket, pulled the grease-soaked bottom bun off it and set it back in the basket. Then, after carefully placing my hamburger on a napkin, I dumped the entire contents of the basket on the floor at the waiter’s feet.

  To say both he and Landon were shocked by my behavior would be a gross understatement.

  The waiter’s eyes bulged and Landon’s jaw nearly hit the floor before he gathered his wits and began to grind his teeth with that scary little muscle popping along his jaw.

  “Pick those up right now.” The softness of the almost whispered command somehow made it more frightening than the loudest yell would have been.