“Come in.” Madison opened the door and took a step back.
“Madison, I’m…” I tried to figure out what to say when I walked in, feeling the need to apologize.
“Don’t.” She shook her head. “Just sit down.”
“Okay.” I looked around the house, but didn’t see a sign of Erik.
“He isn’t here.” She spoke as if she was reading my mind. “I asked to speak to you alone.”
“Oh.” I nodded with understanding and sat down on the couch where I shared my first kiss with Erik.
“I’m really pissed.” Madison sat down in the chair across from me. “But I get it.”
“You do?” I felt a bit of hope as she spoke.
“I had to do some soul searching here, but at the end of it, I realized something.” She sighed and looked at me. “You’re both amazing people.”
I blinked a couple of times in surprise. “Thank you?”
“You’ve made some mistakes, but you’ve been my best friend since we were kids. My father has done nothing but take care of me his whole life. He put his life on hold just so he could make sure I had a good life. I’m not one hundred percent on Team Charley-Daddy, that’s what I’m calling it, so you just have to deal with it—but I do understand.”
“Are you like…” I tried to read her expression. “Fifty percent on Team Charley-Daddy?”
“It’s about ten, but I think I’ll handle it better with time. I’m not going to be your biggest fan, or ever call you mom, but I’m going to try and live with it.” She narrowed her eyes at me. “Never. Ever. Calling. You. Mom.”
“No, that would be weird.” I shook my head back and forth quickly.
“And if you hurt him…” She tilted her head with a growl. “I’ll sneak into your room and stab you in your sleep.”
“I would expect nothing less…” I nodded and sighed.
ERIK AND I TOOK IT light on the public display of affection while Madison was still with us for the break. We had a brief interlocking of hands or a quick kiss when she wasn’t around, but we acted more like friends than lovers. I spent more time with Madison than I did Erik, holed up in her room and pretending we were still kids again. The subject of my relationship with her father rarely came up and when it did, she mostly glossed over it. She wasn’t quite at the point of acceptance, but I felt like that would come in time. When the break was finally over and it was time for her to return to school, she hugged us both and told us she loved us. Watching her leave was as heartbreaking as always, but I was excited to have more alone time with Erik. We walked into the house and he immediately pulled me in for a kiss. It felt like forever since I had felt his lips on mine and the fireworks quickly ignited. When he finally broke from the kiss, my head was spinning and my pussy was already tingling with desire.
“I’m glad we have the house to ourselves again.” I smiled and started reaching for his belt. “No offense to Madison.”
“Yeah, I’m not sure how she’ll take it when she graduates and has to move back in, but we’ll deal with that later.” He nodded and sighed. “Speaking of graduation, did you get that paperwork turned in for college?”
“No…” I shook my head. “I’ve been a little distracted.”
“Charley…” He put his hands on my shoulders. “This is serious. This is your future.”
“I know.” I nodded. “I’ll take care of it on Monday, I promise.”
“Good.” He pulled me close for a hug. “If you don’t, I might have to give you another spanking—a real one this time.”
“More tickling?” I leaned in and kissed his ear with a grin on my face. “I might forget on purpose.”
“There won’t be any tickling.” He shook his head back and forth.
“Maybe I need a sample…” I leaned against his ear again. “For motivation.”
“I think you need more than a sample for proper motivation.” He reached down and started unbuttoning my jeans.
Erik hadn’t even hinted at giving me a spanking since my birthday. We joked about regular spankings, but they never occurred. The thought of getting another one was a bit exciting. He pushed my jeans past my hips and then my panties joined them. His lips glided along my neck, kissing me furiously as he squeezed my ass. He lifted his hand brought it down with a bit of force, but not enough to hurt, and then squeezed where he had spanked. The sensation made me immediately start getting even wetter and I knew without a doubt that I wanted him to spank me. He kissed me for several minutes while he massaged my ass and then finally took me over to the couch. He sat down quickly and pulled me across his knee, positioning me so that my ass was tilted and in the air. My jeans were still around my thighs and they didn’t allow me to spread my legs like the last time. I tried to shuffle them down, but I couldn’t get much friction from the position I was in. He patted my bottom a few times and then brought his hand down hard.
“Ow!” I let out a bit of a whimper.
“There won’t be any touching this time.” He brought his hand down again, but on the opposite side of my bottom. “Just a good hard spanking.”
“I liked it when you touched me.” I moved my hips around and tried to work my jeans down my thighs again.
“That was for fun.” He gave me another smack. “This is for motivation.”
I quickly learned the difference between the playful birthday spanking I got and the motivational spanking he intended to give me. His hand came harder, faster; and without the break to play with my pussy, my ass started to sting a lot quicker. I started squirming after a half dozen of the hard smacks on my bare bottom, but he didn’t slow down. Even without the stimulation, I still started to get excited. The way his hand came down on my ass made my pussy buzz and the feeling of losing control made me get wet and horny for more. After the initial shock and surprise wore off, I felt my pussy quivering each time his hand came down. When it was removed, I instantly wanted it again, rising up to meet it when it landed. The stinging got more intense—much more so than the birthday spanking—but it was a bit exhilarating. I glanced over my shoulder and saw that my ass was already tinted pink and several areas were splotched with a deeper color that was closer to red. His hand came down again while I was watching and I saw my ass bounce a little before it came down again in the same spot.
“Ouch!” I let out a moan and kicked my legs slightly as the sting intensified from receiving two hard smacks in the same spot.
“Are you feeling motivated yet?” He brought down a third in the same spot and then moved to the other side of my ass and gave me three identical ones there.
“A little more motivated than before…” I squeezed my legs together and moved my hips, trying to satisfy the tingling sensation burning between them and begging for attention.
“You really want your pussy touched, don’t you?” He slid his hand between the crevice of my ass and let it linger there a centimeter from my pussy.
“Yes!” I nodded my head quickly.
“Too bad.” He pulled his hand away and gave me three hard smacks in the center of my ass. “I’m going to get you good and turned on with this spanking but you’re not going to cum until I’m inside of you.”
“Oh God…” His firm words made my desire build even more.
“Let me know when you’re motivated enough not to forget to turn in your paperwork on Monday.” His hand came down again.
Chapter 14: Erik
Spankings definitely weren’t going to be punishment for Charley—that much was crystal clear. Even when I spanked her hard enough to make it sting, she still bucked her hips right up to beg for another one. I didn’t want to hurt her, but I thought a few good smacks would get her on the right track, especially if I wasn’t playing with her pussy while I did it. Instead, I quickly learned that the spanking itself was a major turn on for her. Each time she lifted her ass, I saw that her pussy was even wetter than before. It was almost gushing by the time I had turned her ass a nice shade of pink. The power was in her hands. The
spanking would continue until she told me she had enough motivation. I didn’t know what her limit was, but she was certainly enjoying what was happening. I rotated between giving her a few smacks on each side to several in the middle, watching her reaction each time. Her birthday spanking had been twenty-two plus one to grow on, with a lot of breaks in between, but she got twice that before she finally showed a sign of resistance and put her hand back to cover her ass.
“Okay.” She shook her head. “I won’t forget.”
“Are you sure?” I rested my hand on her thigh.
“Yes!” She said in a tone that sounded genuine.
“Let’s see how wet that got you.” I slid my finger between her legs and found that she was sopping wet. “Oh yes, you’re definitely ready to be fucked.”
“Beyond ready…” She moaned and started to grind her pussy against my finger.
“Me too.” I helped her off my lap and pulled her close for a kiss.
There was a lot more passion in her kiss that I usually got. Her hand quickly moved to my cock and started stroking it. I slid her jeans and panties down her thighs and dropped them to the floor, pulling her shirt off as she kicked them away. Her bra came off next and she was naked in my arms. Her hands started pulling at my shirt so hard I thought she was going to tear it. I quickly stripped it off and pushed her to the side so I could remove my pants. She didn’t even let me do that on my own. She went at them like she was in heat, dropping to the floor and yanking them off. She raised between my thighs and took my cock in her hand, swallowing the entire thing in a matter of seconds. Her mouth was enthusiastic, begging for my cock like never before. The only blowjob I had gotten from her had been a little timid at first, but she was not timid now in the least. She worked my cock in and out of her lips like sucking it was her mission in life. The urgency caught me off guard and my balls quickly started surging with excitement. I realized she was going to make me cum before I even had a chance to fuck her if he she didn’t slow down.
“Damn…” I ran my fingers through her hair. “I should spank you more often.”
“I want to be fucked.” She pulled my cock out her mouth and sat back on her haunches. “I don’t want it easy and sweet, I want it rough.”
“Oh, I’m definitely spanking you more often.” I shook my head with a smile as she gave me a devious grin.
The spanking had clearly ignited some kind of wildfire inside of Charley. I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her back towards my cock. Instead of letting her suck it, I shoved it in her throat and stood, driving it deep. I held onto her hair and quickly started fucking her throat, controlling the pace so I wouldn’t cum, but keeping it hard and fast. I kept going until she was practically choking on my dick and then I pulled her to her feet, keeping my grip on her hair. I pushed her across the arm of the couch and gave her several hard smacks on her ass which seemed to make her even more excited. She spread her legs and lifted her ass, so I grabbed her hips and positioned her. With one hard thrust, I went from glans to balls, causing her to whimper for a moment, but then she was able to adjust. I held my hand on the back of her neck and pushed her against the couch when I started thrusting into her. She was so wet and turned on that my cock quickly got saturated with her lust. I got a good rhythm going and then picked up the pace, slamming myself into her so hard that the couch was starting to creak with every thrust.
“Yes!” She moaned so loud she almost screamed. “Just like that!”
Her pussy was a gorgeous wet paradise for my cock even though she hadn’t orgasmed—yet. She pushed back against my thrusts, begging for them to come harder and faster. I was happy to oblige. I pounded my cock into her g-spot as she started panting with pure pleasure. The combination of being apart during Madison’s visit and the spanking had turned her into a slave for my cock. Her whole body was moving in unison with mine and I started to sweat just from the sheer ferocity of the encounter. I could feel her pussy getting tighter and spasming. I knew she was close to an orgasm. I still had a bit of gas in the tank, but if her lust was any indicator of her orgasm, it was going to be hard to avoid an explosion when she started to cum. I pounded her pussy as hard as I could, hammering my cock deep inside and keeping her g-spot constantly stimulated. After a few more minutes of the intense action, I felt her pussy start to spasm. A scream lifted from her throat and as her body shook, my cock started to erupt. It felt like every muscle in her body seized and spasmed at once, milking my cock until every drop of cum was inside of her.
“Fucking hell…” I leaned against her and started to pant.
“More…” She pushed against me and kept moving her pussy up and down my cock.
“More?” I felt my eyes getting wide.
“I want more.” She kept moving on my cock until I felt sensations returning.
I had apparently created a monster with the number of times I had given her multiple orgasms. One was not enough. I had to start a little slower, but after a few dozen thrusts, I felt the pressure building up again. I held her against the couch and smacked her ass several times as I thrust into her g-spot. When that made her moan louder, I reached around and started rubbing her clitoris while I continued to fuck her. Her body spasmed and she started to orgasm again, but I was still a ways off. I kept fucking her straight through the spasms with my nearly exhausted cock surging back towards another release. She was getting more than two, whether she wanted it or not. I pounded her pussy so hard the muscles in my thighs and back started to ache from the exertion, but the pleasure I was feeling was pushing me through it. The couch creaked under us while I bounced against her ass hard and fast, and then I felt the arm completely dislodge. The fabric tore and the wood bent towards the floor. We both tumbled forward, but I caught her with my arm and held her in the air—never missing a beat. I kept going until I felt the pressure in my balls start to send another stream of cum through my cock and drove it deep, feeling her orgasm again as I ejaculated inside of her pussy.
“We broke the couch…” Charley stared at the shattered frame with a surprised look on her face.
“You finally noticed? It’s okay, it was an ugly couch.” I chuckled and pulled her back onto the cushions. “I’ll let you pick out the replacement.”
“It needs to be sturdy.” She closed her eyes and leaned against my chest.
“Definitely.” I nodded, feeling my eyes close as I squeezed her tight.
“That was incredible,” she whispered softly as her breathing started returning to normal.
“I want to marry you.” My emotions flooded out before I even had time to think about what I was saying.
“What?” She pulled back from me.
“You’re amazing. I’m never letting you go and I want you to be my wife.” I opened my eyes and looked over at her, finding a look of shock on her face. “I’ll find a better way to propose, that was exhaustion.”
“No.” She shook her head back and forth. “That was perfect.”
Epilogue: Charley
Erik’s proposal was an excited utterance brought on by an incredible sexual encounter, but he meant it. Within a few days, we were talking about venues and then we went shopping for a ring. He refused to buy me one until he saw that I had actually enrolled in school. It was tempting to just forget and see what kind of spanking that would get me, but the engagement ring was a bit more motivating than the threat of being punished. We went to see my parents together and after my mother picked her jaw up off the floor, we were able to explain ourselves. My father—stoic as ever—simply gave us his blessing and didn’t say much else after our explanation was done. We decided to wait until Madison finished school to actually get married, but we told her over Christmas break. She seemed to be a little more open towards us being together by that point and the news of our engagement didn’t cause anyone to get threatened with a sharp object. Shortly after she graduated and moved back home, I was wearing a white dress, preparing to walk down the aisle.
“You’re so beautiful.” Ma
dison walked around me and checked every thread on my dress. “No wonder my father loves you so much.”
“I love him too…” I smiled and took my bouquet from her once she was sure I looked perfect.
“I know.” She shook her head with a slight laugh. “I can’t wait to meet someone, get pregnant, and make my kids call you grandma.”
“I thought you weren’t calling me mom.” I raised my eyebrows in surprise.
“Oh, I never will.” She laughed again. “But you’re definitely going to be grandma.”
“I’d like to be called mom first.” I wrinkled my nose. “Not by you, of course.”
“You guys are going to have a baby?” She pursed her lips in surprise.
“Um…” I giggled. “I might already be pregnant.”
“WHAT!?” Her eyes practically bulged out of her head. “Well this just turned into a shotgun wedding.”
“Yeah, don’t tell anyone though. I’d like to avoid the scandal.” I giggled again. “I plan to just come back from the honeymoon and announce it was quite productive.”
“Please come up with a better way of explaining that you’re pregnant with my brother or sister than referring to it as quite productive.” She picked up her ribbon-wrapped flowers and tilted her head towards the church. “They’re playing your song.”
“Okay, time for my father to walk me down the aisle and give me away to your father.” I started towards the door and Madison grabbed the train on my dress.
“Maybe I’ll marry your father…” she stated in an absent tone. “How would that work? You’d be grandma—and sister, right?”
“My father has ten years on your father and I’m pretty sure my mother could still kick your ass.” I chuckled as the doors opened and we walked towards my father, who was waiting with his arm bent at an angle.
“Fine, I won’t make our family tree any more awkward than it already is.” She hurried past us and took her place at the front of the church.
ERIK AND I HAD A BEAUTIFUL honeymoon at an all-inclusive resort in the Bahamas. All-inclusive meant we really didn’t have to leave, which suited us fine most of the time. We did venture out for a few excursions, but they mostly turned into foreplay, and we couldn’t wait to get back to our room. By the time the honeymoon was over, I was certain that I was showing, but Erik said I was as beautiful as ever. We spent the next couple of weeks breaking the news to everyone and then getting back to our regular routine. Erik’s job kept him busy during the day and I usually got out of school before he was done, so dinner became my responsibility. I burned more dishes than I served for a few months, but then I got the hang of the basic stuff. Erik didn’t seem to mind. He ate whatever I prepared and complimented it, even when I was struggling to chew my way through a single bite. Life became a bit of a routine, but we always made time for each other, regardless of what challenges we faced during the day between school and work.
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