by Maggie Ryan
Her hands had come from her elbows as she’d been pulled down, and her breath hitched when she realized that she had been positioned not so she was lying over his thigh, but so that his leg was between hers, her pussy basically riding his knee. He took both wrists in one of his hands, pinning them to her lower back. When his free leg crossed both of hers, instead of feeling trapped, she felt secure… as if he was making sure that she would be safe, that she wouldn’t feel the need to flail about, that she was… well, protected. That feeling increased as his hand began to rub across her ass.
“I realize that you still have class tonight, but that said, I am not one to be lax in making sure that you receive what you need at all times. In other words, Grace, though you will be removing all of your clothing in class this evening, I am not concerned that doing so might reveal that you’ve been a naughty girl and got your little heinie spanked. Understand?”
She’d not given any thought to what the evening held since he’d entered her apartment that morning. Did she care that the other women might see her red rear and wonder what she’d done to deserve a spanking? Quite pleased that the answer that instantly popped into her mind was ‘not particularly’, when another popped in immediately after, she had to fight the urge to ask exactly how hard he was planning on spanking her. It took her a moment to understand that it didn’t matter. She’d offered herself and relinquished control of the situation the moment she’d turned to face the wall. He was the Dominant and she… well, she was the naughty submissive.
“Yes, sir, I understand.”
His hand lifted and the spanking began. Yes, she’d been over his lap before, and yet from the first swat, she wondered if she’d ever become accustomed to it. Her breath caught and though her bottom was no longer tender from that first time, it quickly became clear that it would be by the time he released her. And forget trying to guess the amount of strokes. When the count passed the six he’d given her with his palm that first time, and then passed the dozen he’d considered proper to demonstrate how a punishment spanking felt, she was squirming and attempting to pull herself forward only to discover there was absolutely nowhere to go.
“Ow, please… ow, I’m sorry!” she wailed, only to feel two swats delivered with uncanny precision to each of her nates. Two more quickly followed and with each crack of his palm, her ass burned hotter until she was soon a writhing mass of contrition.
“What happens to naughty girls?” he asked, swatting her again.
“They get punished!” she yelped.
“Excuse me?” Two more cracks sounded before she could grasp her error.
“They get punished, sir!”
“How do naughty girls get punished?” Crack… crack!
“Ow, ow! They get spanked, sir!”
“That’s right. Naughty girls get their bottoms spanked until they are nice and red and hot.” She didn’t know how red her butt was but was sure if it got any hotter, she was going to spontaneously combust.
“Please! I won’t ever cuss again!” Her promise earned her nothing more than the feel of his left lifting and her torso being pressed at a more acute angle onto the couch cushion.
Crack… crack!
“Owww!” Her head arched back as those two landed on that poor, untouched, and obviously extremely sensitive area where her cheeks met her thighs. “I’ll be good, I swear!”
“You are good,” he informed her, and yet two more strokes caused her to buck. “You were naughty, but you are a very good girl. And, young lady, after this spanking, I think you will be a very good, sweet talking girl for a nice long while. What do you think?”
“Yes, sir, I will. I have learned my lesson!”
“Not yet, but I do believe you are learning it.” With that, his hand began to fly at a pace she wouldn’t have believed possible. There were no longer individual cracks; it was as if one of those tommy-guns she’d seen in old Western movies was discharging in the room, every round hitting the target of her blistered ass. She had teared up in class, but with this barrage, she burst into tears and went totally limp.
“That’s my good girl. You submitting to your spanking tells me that you are also submitting to the needed lesson. Just a few more.”
They were delivered while she continued to cry, and when he pulled her up, sitting her burning bottom on his denim covered thigh, she felt not only very well punished, she felt cared for. Burying her head in his neck, she sobbed and then surprised herself when she choked out a rather strangled, “I’m real-really so-sor-sorry. Thank you for-for spank-spanking m-me.”
“You’re welcome, honey.”
He held her until her sobs quieted, replaced with a few sniffles, and when she hiccupped, he held her as he bent forward and reached for something on the coffee table. She tensed for a moment, the thought that he might be reaching for an implement making her breath catch. When he sat back and sat her up, pressing a tissue to her nose, she didn’t know whether to be embarrassed because her sobs had caused her face to be all wet and evidently snotty, or to be eternally grateful that he wasn’t about to tip her back across his knee. Deciding to be grateful, she allowed him to help her clear her nose and felt a surge of arousal when he bent to kiss the tip of her nose after doing so. It was only when he moved to help her off his lap that she saw the wet spot on his jeans. Oh dear lord, forget the kiss, evidently the entire spanking had caused her juices to flow so copiously that he’d know without even having to look between her thighs.
“Like I said, you are a very good girl,” he said, causing her face to heat as he gave a pointed look to his leg where she’d been perched before giving her a grin. He turned her from him, patted her butt, which caused her to yelp, and said, “Back to the corner. Remember, stick that beautiful red bottom well out.”
“Ye-yes, sir,” she managed, though she’d never know how. This time when her nose hit the sheetrock, she discovered that not only did men in today’s world give real spankings like those in her books, nut Quentin delivered ones that made far more than her bottom burn.
***
God, she is absolutely perfect, Quentin thought as he watched her from across the room. Her obedience was a gift he knew was freely given, and one he most humbly received. If looking at the red globes of her heart-shaped ass wasn’t enough, running his fingertips over the large wet spot on his jeans was enough to have his cock throbbing. What had his fingers stilling and his heart skipping a beat was the realization that though he’d spanked a hundred bottoms, had seen every shape and size, heard every possible variety of cry or plea, not a single one had affected him as Grace just had. Forget not wishing to become involved. It was far too fucking late for that. He did give a little grin thinking that if she’d just said that word, scarlet rear or not, she’d be right back over his knee. Then again, he would certainly enjoy that. But, for right now, he had plans on enjoying something even more.
“All right, sweetie. Come here.”
She turned and once more hobbled back to him. Perhaps the next time, he’d pull her clothing totally off. But he couldn’t deny she made a precious sight with her jeans and panties at her knees. Still, when she reached him, he did bend forward to pull her clothing to her feet, and she automatically lifted first one foot and then the other. Setting her clothes aside, he didn’t speak. He simply spread his legs apart and gave her a silent hand signal. He waited until she was kneeling, her legs spread wide, her hands on her thighs, her head up but her eyes lowered. He watched her face as he unzipped his jeans, taking his time, and seeing the acknowledgement of his action when she tucked her lower lip between her teeth. Freeing his cock, he fisted it in his palm, stroking its length until he was as hard as a rod of steel.
Keeping one fist wrapped around his shaft, he reached for her with the other. Caressing her cheek with his fingertips, he said, “Eyes to me.” When they lifted, he felt his cock jerk in his hand seeing the desire reflected in the emerald depths. He ran his fingertip over her lips, gently disengaging her bottom lip from her
teeth. “Beautiful,” he murmured, loving the fact that her eyes never once attempted to drift from his. “Open.”
She obeyed, her lips parting. “Good girl.” He moved his hand to the back of her head, drawing her forward. “Keep your eyes on me.” He paused and then issued a one-word command. “Suck.”
The moment her lips closed around the head of his cock, he felt his world shift. For the first time in as long as he could remember, he wondered at his control, fearing he might reach his end long before he desired. The silk of her tongue as it licked across the surface of his cock and then dipped into the tiny slit had him praying that he didn’t embarrass himself by coming within mere seconds of her attention. She didn’t just suckle the fluid of his pre-cum, she seemed to savor it, the sound of the soft moan she gave vibrating around his cock, causing it to jerk yet again. When her hand lifted, he removed his own, allowing her to take his erection in her fist where she began to squeeze gently, her fingers lifting individually to massage and press as she took more of his length into her mouth. When she took enough that he could feel the tightness at the back of her throat, he prepared for her to pull away, and yet she continued to surprise him when, instead, she took a deep breath and then moved lower, allowing him into the confines of her throat.
Good God almighty, he wasn’t going to last much longer. She was magnificent in her control, her focus completely centered on his pleasure, on obeying her Dominant. At that thought, he felt his balls tighten. Any doubt, any hesitancy he had, evaporated. He wanted nothing more than to be exactly that, her Dom. Before he could spill inside her throat, he pulled back and then bent forward, lifting her from her knees and holding her above his lap. “Spread your pussy lips,” he said, his voice husky. Seeing her hands move to spread the outer labia of her sex open was incredibly hot, and watching her fingers come away glistening with the proof of her readiness to receive him, fulfilled every fantasy he’d ever had.
“Good girl, now put my cock inside.” She obeyed and then broke eye contact for the first time since they had begun as her head arched back and she moaned as he began to lower her onto his shaft.
“Oh, God, yes,” she groaned, reaching for his shoulders, her face showing that she was experiencing both discomfort and pleasure as he continued to lower her until every inch of his impressive length was buried inside the heaven that was her pussy.
He released her, leaving her in place, loving her soft whimper that protested being still, signaling that she wanted to move, to feel him thrusting. It took him but a moment to strip her t-shirt over her head and to unhook and toss her bra aside. The sound of her protest changed as he bent forward and ran his tongue across first one peaked nipple and then the other. Her back arched as she attempted to press more of her breast into his mouth, and her fingers tightened on his shoulders when he gave her bud a bite.
Her soft moan of pleasure changed into the most delicious gasp when his fingers moved to her sex. Taking a few of the auburn curls between his finger and thumb, he gave them a sharp tug as he gave her other nipple a bite. She arched, unseating herself for the bare inch she could before realizing that by doing so, the tug became more intense.
“Oh, God,” she moaned, her head dropping to his shoulder.
“Color?” he asked, relaxing the pull and yet not releasing the curls.
“Wha… what?”
“Green for good, yellow for…”
“Green, definitely green.”
“That’s my girl,” he said, returning his lips to the delectable treat that was her swollen peak of raspberry-colored nipple. He continued to twist, tug, and pull until she was breathing hard, little gasps that had his cock demanding that he move. Releasing her pubic curls, he slid his hand lower and felt the stretch of her lips that accepting his cock’s girth required. Her clitoris was easily found, and the moment he rubbed his fingers over it, she whimpered and pushed down against them. A single nip of the slippery bud was all it took before he felt her tense and then shudder with her climax. He could feel her cream flooding around his cock, and with the knowledge that she’d found her pleasure, he began to thrust up into her, now ready to seek his own. It was only when he felt her walls gripping him that he realized he’d forgotten to don a condom. Shit! He’d made it a fucking point in the class that condoms were required for penetration. When he gritted his teeth and began to lift her off, she whimpered.
“No, oh, God, please don’t stop.”
“Just for a minute, baby. I need a condom.”
“I’m on the pill, please—”
“Grace…”
“Please, Quentin, I want to feel you and only you inside me.”
Her assurance and her plea had him lost, and the tightening of her muscles as they attempted to keep him seated made the decision far too easy. Pulling her back down, he began to move harder and faster up into her. Her breasts bounced with each thrust, but he wanted to watch her face as she came. And when she did, her eyes wide and her mouth open with her cry of bliss, he erupted into her with his own bellow. When she collapsed against him, her cheek pressed to his shoulder, her hand moving to rest against his chest, he wrapped his arms around her and laid his cheek on the top of her head, realizing that he was in absolutely no rush to move.
Chapter Seventeen
Grace awakened to find herself enveloped in Quentin’s arms, his head laid back against the couch and her head on his shoulder. It was a heavenly feeling until she realized that the light from the window appeared far dimmer than afternoon sunlight would provide. It was her squirming and twisting to see if there was a clock within sight that had him stirring. Of course, it wasn’t his entire body that was twitching. It was his cock, which was still buried inside her. Forget the time, this was something that had her nipples puckering and her sex moistening as he continued to harden inside her.
“Hey,” he said, his eyes opening to reveal that smoky grey color she so loved to see.
“Hey,” she said with a grin, leaning forward a bit to kiss him lightly. “I’ve heard of morning wood, but this gives that an entirely new definition.”
She squealed when his hand cupped her ass and gave it a squeeze, the flesh still tender from her spanking. However, when he lifted her off his cock, she barely stopped herself from reaching for it, as if to tuck him back inside. He chuckled and then stood before turning around and releasing her carefully so that she wound up bent over the arm of the couch.
“Spread your legs,” he said.
Her nipples tightened and her sex convulsed at the tone in his voice, as if there was no question that she would obey. She spread her feet apart, not caring at the image she made—only anxious to have him back inside her. The head of his cock nudged at her opening and yet, when she felt something thrust inside, she knew that it couldn’t possibly be his cock. Confusion clouded her mind until she felt him spreading the globes of her buttocks apart. As he withdrew from her pussy, she understood instantly that he’d lubricated a finger in her juices and that that finger was now pressing against her anus.
“Ever had a cock in your ass?”
“N-no, I’ve never had anything in my ass, sir.”
“Ah, then very soon, you’ll have a new definition of what it feels like to be completely filled.”
“I-I don’t think… oh my God,” she half yelped and half gasped as she felt his finger pushing into a place she’d never truly considering being breached.
“Easy,” he said, slipping his cock into her pussy just the tiniest bit but enough to have her instantly wanting more.
“Please…”
“You’ve got safewords, honey. But I’m hoping you’ll trust me enough to allow yourself to experience something new.”
His finger slid in another inch, followed by his cock pressing forward into her sheath. “I-I do trust you, but—”
“No buts, babe. I’m not saying you’re ready today, just that someday soon, I’ll be fucking your ass.”
She moaned, her face heating at both the taboo of anal sex a
nd the fact that he hadn’t said he’d be asking if he could, he’d been stating that he would. The absolute certainty that he meant exactly what he said affected not only her body but her very soul.
“Relax. Don’t clench. Let me show you the pleasure you aren’t even aware your body can give you.”
Submitting meant obeying, something she had craved to offer a Dominant. Learning positions and being spanked were one thing. This man, this man she wanted to give far more than just her heart to, was asking for her absolute submission. Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to relax, allowing her body to press down onto the support of the couch’s arm, and mentally and emotionally allowing herself to accept the support of his experience.
“Good girl,” he said, sliding yet further into both orifices. “Just feel.”
Considering it an order, she did so, and when he began to slowly thrust, his finger matching the strokes of his cock, she felt a blooming of pleasure she’d never expected. After several repetitions, she even whimpered a bit at the loss when his finger left her ass, only to gasp when the pressure of reentry was greater than it had been at first.
“Quentin…” she moaned.
“Color?”
“Um… um…” Her mind didn’t seem able to keep up with her body, as she couldn’t seem to decide if what she was feeling was pain or pleasure. It wasn’t until he’d breached her anus’ ring of muscles to sink what had to be two fingers inside that she answered, “Green… greenish-yellow.” His chuckle had her blushing, but his actions had her hips pushing back in an unconscious attempt to seat his cock and digits as deeply as they would go. When he began again, his rhythm faster, his thrusts harder, she gave herself to him completely. With her submission, it wasn’t long before she felt herself spiraling towards climax.
