by Holla Dean
“Keep the money,” he finally spoke. “We’ll just have a maintenance spanking.”
“A maintenance spanking? What’s that?”
“It’s a spanking to maintain your good behavior. It’s to remind you that if you misbehave, the spanking you get for that will be more severe.”
“Oh.”
Joe looked at her and wondered if she really didn’t like the spankings and was looking forward to a week without getting a rosy red ass.
“Frannie, would you rather not do these spankings?” He asked. “Your pussy gets so wet I thought you enjoyed them. But it you’d rather not, please tell me.”
She wasn’t sure how to tell him that her inner thighs tightened every time he mentioned the word ‘spanking’ or how she felt that coil of desire low in her gut. She’d only known him for three weeks and seen him only three times.
“I’m not sure, Joe. The spankings do hurt.” And then she shyly added, “I’ve never had such hot sex like we have after the spankings. I don’t know if it’s the spankings or you that make it so hot.”
Joe got up from the table and walked around to her. He took her hand, pulled her up and led her to the bed. Slowly he began to undress her. He unzipped her dress and pulled it up over her head.
He ran his hands over her shoulders and down her arms. Then he bent his head and kissed her. She tugged his t-shirt up, broke the kiss, and pulled it off.
She kissed him as her hands rested on his chest and rubbed over his nipples before she moved them lower to unbuckle his belt and pull the zipper of his jeans down.
While she was doing that, Joe unhooked her bra and slid the straps down her arms until she let the bra fall to the floor.
Francine pushed his pants and boxers down to the floor and then Joe leaned her back onto the bed and half covered her with his body as he kissed her deeply, thrusting his tongue into her mouth and battling with her tongue.
She met his tongue and sucked on it, nipped at it gently with her teeth. She felt his hand work its way between her legs and under the lacy edge of her thong. She wiggled her butt and used one hand to slide the thong down. Joe helped her, tugging at it and she heard it rip.
“Oops.” He chuckled into her mouth as he tore it the rest of the way off and tossed it behind him off the bed.
She giggled back into his mouth and then it turned into a moan as his hand found its way back to her wet pussy and two of his long, skilled fingers found their way deep inside her. She spread her legs and moved her hips upward, thrusting at his hand, wanting more.
Joe kissed her jaw line and moved down her neck, nibbling and sucking. Across her collar bone and down to her breast; he took a nipple in his mouth and sucked hard as he twirled his tongue around the hard bud. Then he moved on to the other nipple and gave it the same treatment while his hand was busy finger fucking her soaking pussy. He continued his assault with his mouth down her belly to her navel and circled it with his tongue.
Francine was panting now. She wanted more; she wanted Joe’s cock inside her.
“Joe, please...”
“Hmmm, what Frannie? Tell me what you want.”
“I want you, I want you now...inside me.”
“Not yet, Frannie. I’m going to make you come first with my mouth. Then I’m going to fuck you.”
She thrust her hips up and he moved lower to take her into his mouth. His fingers were replaced by his tongue and he lapped at her slit while his thumb circled her clit.
Francine didn’t know how much longer she could take it, she was on the verge of coming now. If he wouldn’t let her have his cock inside her pussy then she wanted it in her mouth. She squirmed until she could reach his hard shaft in her hand and she stroked it up and down. Joe shifted to make it easier for her to reach his dick. She took it in her mouth and sucked. He turned onto his back so now Francine was on top; sucking his rigid cock and fondling his balls. Her cunt was in his face and he licked and suckled on her labia as he worked his mouth over her clit. His fingers were inside her again and she could feel the building tension deep within her.
Joe’s cock was taut and throbbing; she was sure he was about to come too. She took his thick rod as deep into her mouth as she could without gagging and sucked as hard as she could.
Joe was sucking harder on her clit and she was sure they were going to come together when suddenly Joe flipped her over, pulling out of her mouth. He continued sucking her clit as he moved himself between her legs.
“Come for me, Frannie. Let go, come for me.”
She did. As he buried his face in her pussy again she came, clutching a pillow over her face to muffle her scream as the orgasm ripped through her.
No sooner had she caught her breath when Joe slammed his cock deep inside her. He didn’t know if he’d last more than a few strokes. He’d almost come in her mouth, and pulled out just in time. But now he was at the edge, he needed to come inside her. He could feel the aftershocks of her orgasm around his cock and he wanted her to come again with him.
He slipped his hand between them and teased her clit with his fingers. She was still so sensitive from her first orgasm that it didn’t take much now to bring her to the brink again.
Joe thrust into her again and again with Francine meeting every thrust with one of her own and together they reached the peak. This time Joe muffled her scream with his mouth as he lifted her upper body and they wrapped their arms around each other.
They lay there panting, still wrapped up in each other’s arms. Francine had never felt like this. She thought this proved the spankings had nothing to do with the incredible sex she and Joe had. They must just be extremely sexually compatible.
“Are you okay, Frannie?”
“Hmm...I am very okay,” she mumbled into his chest. “But no one calls me Frannie.”
“I do.” He said. “What does your mother call you?”
“Francine. She’s not one for nicknames. She believes whatever your name is, that’s what you should be called.”
“You never had friends call you Frannie or Fran?”
“A few times, but if my mother ever heard them shorten my name she’d remind them my name is Francine and tell them to please call me by full name.”
“Well, your mom’s not here so I’m gonna call you Frannie.”
“Okay, fine with me.” She nuzzled her face into his neck and kissed him just below his ear. Then she wondered if she was getting a little too familiar with someone who was a client.
Joe got the wine, poured them each a glass, and flipped on the TV. Then they sat in bed, watching a silly sitcom, drinking their wine, and making jokes about how unrealistic television shows were.
They dozed off for fifteen or twenty minutes and then Francine woke to Joe rubbing her back and ass. It felt good and she began rubbing his chest and playing with his nipples. She took one in her mouth and sucked it until it was hard. Then she took the other one while continuing to tease the first nipple with her fingers.
He moaned and said, “You know what that’ll lead to, don’t you?”
He felt her smile into his chest before she answered.
“Yeah, I know. That’s the whole idea.”
She rolled half on top of him and he grabbed her ass with both of his hands, pulling her in closer to his growing hard-on.
Francine wiggled her hips, grinding against his stiff cock. He smacked her on the ass and rolled so now he was on top of her.
He sucked at her nipples and then said, “It seems you’ve managed to get out of your spanking tonight.”
“Do you want to spank me?” She asked.
“Yeah, I do. But right now, I want to fuck you even more.”
With that, he plowed his hard shaft into her wet pussy and quickly brought them both to orgasm.
When she could speak normally again, Francine asked, “Are you still going to spank me?”
“Not tonight, babe,” he answered. “But next week I’ll warm your cute little ass for sure.”
She almost felt a little le
Later, while Joe was in the restroom, Francine put the five hundred dollars he’d given her for the spanking back on the table, half hiding it under the wine bottle. She knew he would insist she keep the money if he saw it so she hoped he wouldn’t notice until after she left. There had been no spanking; it wouldn’t be right for her to keep the money. Besides, she didn’t need it right now. Joe had been so generous with her that she still had plenty of money sitting in her bank account.
Her phone buzzed with the text message from the service telling her it was almost time to leave. She got dressed and when Joe came out of the restroom he walked her to her car as he always did.
“I want to talk to you about something,” he said as they walked.
“I think you should quit working for the service. I’m the only one you’re seeing through them so why don’t I call you directly and then you’ll have four hundred dollars more every week for yourself.”
Francine thought about it and in a way he was right. As long as she wasn’t using the service for more escort calls, she didn’t really need them anymore. But would it be right to quit when she would still be seeing Joe every week?
“I don’t know that I’d feel comfortable doing that. I mean, they’ve been so nice to me with helping me when I first started. Wouldn’t it be like stealing their business?”
“Yes and no, Frannie,” he answered. “I’m going to continue seeing you either way, but they’re not really earning their cut at this point. It’s up to you. Just think about it; I’ll call the service next week and we’ll talk about it some more then.”
He held her car open while she climbed in and put the key in the ignition. Then he leaned down and kissed her.
“Be good, Frannie. I’ll see you next week.”
She smiled mischievously and said, “What’s the point of being good if I’m going to be spanked either way next week?”
He grinned back and her. “Ah, but how hard you’re spanked just could be determined by how good you’ve been.”
“I’ll be good,” she said.
Joe closed the door and waited until she backed out of her parking space and headed out of the hotel parking garage.
Shit! What the hell was he thinking asking her to quit the escort service all together? That was pretty much staking his claim on her and didn’t he just have a talk with himself last week about not getting too involved? She was already not seeing any other clients through the service and that was what he really wanted.
The thought of Francine having sex with any other men pissed him off. He wanted her all to himself. And he had that without asking her to quit working for the service. If she quit, he’d be obligated to continue seeing her and paying her so she could get through nursing school.
Joe found himself thinking about Francine all week. He had to admit, at least to himself, that even though he was not ready for a real relationship at this point in his life, he wanted one with Francine.
Francine spent the week thinking of Joe. Should she quit the service? What if she did and then Joe changed his mind and stopped calling her? Would Brenda take her back then? She didn’t know what to do.
Brenda called her twice during the week and asked her if she would help out with a couple of clients. It was busy and Brenda was short of escorts.
Each time Francine declined saying she had to study for tests. Not only did she not want to go against her promise to Joe that she wouldn’t see anyone else, she really didn’t want to. She knew it was silly of her to have become so fond of Joe but she couldn’t help it. She liked him; a lot. She thought he liked her too, but in the back of his mind he must be remembering that she was an escort, a call girl.
While Joe knew she was new to that business, he wasn’t aware just how new to it she was. He didn’t know that her first three clients had been a blow job with a condom, a hand job, and a man who had had too much to drink and had fallen asleep without doing anything at all. Joe was her first ‘real’ client. He was the first one she’d had to get undressed for, the first that had actually fucked her and of course the first (and only) one to have spanked her.
Francine told herself she had to stop fantasizing about how nice it would be if Joe liked her in spite of her call girl status. She daydreamed about what it would be like to be his real girlfriend. To have him call her on the phone and just talk, to not have to worry about their time running out before she had to check in with the service.
She wondered if he liked kids. If she quit working for the service would he want to see her more often? Would he want to do things that included her daughters? Would he want to meet her mother?
Stop it! She told herself. Doing things with kids and meeting mothers meant the relationship was getting serious. She needed to finish nursing school; she didn’t have time for a serious relationship. Better to keep this on a more professional level and just see him one night a week.
In the end she decided they needed to talk a little bit more about what he would expect if she did quit working for Brenda. And she would make it clear that she would not take the same amount of money. He should be able to save four hundred dollars if she didn’t have to pay the service their cut.
Soon it was Friday again and Brenda called her at 4:30 to ask her if she was available for a request.
“Your regular customer, Joe, just called and asked for you. Do you want to take it or are you busy studying? I can tell him you’re not available and give it to someone else.”
“No, I’ll take the call,” Francine was quick to assure Brenda that there was no need to give it someone else.
“You know,” Brenda said, “it’s not always good to just see one client. Especially for four hours every time. You’re so new to the business I wouldn’t want you to get attached to a client who probably doesn’t think too highly of a girl in this line of work. It might be good to let him know you’re not there at his beck and call.”
Francine wondered if Brenda wanted to give this good customer to one of her older, favorite girls.
“That’s okay, Brenda. He’s just a real nice guy and we go to dinner and talk. I’m not getting attached to him.”
Well, that last part was a lie. Francine was getting more and more attached to Joe every time she saw him.
“Okay then,” Brenda said. “He wants you there at seven. But next week I want to steer him to one of the other girls.”
Francine was on the verge of panic now. At least Brenda had agreed to let her see Joe tonight. Maybe quitting was going to be the best thing after this little talk with Brenda. She thanked Brenda and hung up so she could get the girls their dinner and get herself ready.
She had already told her mother she was meeting a friend for dinner tonight. It wasn’t a lie, Joe was a friend. Now she could get dressed at home and wouldn’t have to sneak an outfit out of the house in her backpack.
When Joe answered his door, he pulled Francine in and hugged her tightly.
“Am I glad to see you!” He told her. “Brenda tried to tell me you were busy studying and probably not available. She wanted to send someone else. I had to tell her if you weren’t available I didn’t want to see anyone else.”
Francine hugged him back and said, “She tried to tell me that it wasn’t good for me to see only you. Next week she wants to steer you to one of the other girls. She’s afraid I’ll get attached and said clients don’t think too much of a girl who’s in this business.”
Joe held her away from him so he could look in her eyes. “Francine, you know that’s not true. Don’t you? I don’t even think of you as someone in that business.”
“I know, Joe. And I don’t think of you the way most girls doing this think of their customers.”
“You mean as a ‘trick’ or a ‘john’?”
“Yeah, I don’t like those terms. I like you Joe and I appreciate how much seeing you has helped me financially. But aside from the money, I like you and I like spending time with you.”
“Good. I like you very much too, Frannie.”
Joe picked up his jacket and they went down to the restaurant for dinner. He asked the concierge for a table or booth that was as private possible.
They were taken to a corner booth that was next to only one other booth and there was a divider between the two booths. As long as they spoke quietly, no one would hear them.
Joe ordered wine and then asked Francine if there was anything she preferred to have for dinner.
“I liked the Shrimp Scampi we had before.”
“Then that’s what we’ll have.”
The waiter came and took their order and after he left, Joe reached across the table and took Francine’s hand.
“Why did you give back the five hundred dollars last week?”
“Because that’s for spanking and we didn’t do that.”
“But I still want you to have it. I don’t want you running short of money during the week. You’ll take it back tonight.”
“No, you just keep it and if something comes up and I need it, I’ll let you know. Okay?”
“Okay,” he agreed. “Have you thought anymore about quitting the service altogether?”
“I’ve been thinking about it all week, Joe.” Francine answered.
“And? Did you come to a decision? I think it’d be good idea; especially after what your boss at the service tried to do tonight.”
Francine nodded and said, “Yeah, I was leaning that way anyway, though with some concerns. But after talking to Brenda tonight, I think it might be best.”
“Can you tell me your concerns?”
She blushed and hesitated to tell him everything she’d been thinking. But if she was going to quit the escort service and rely on him alone, then she might as well get it all out.
“First, I’m wondering what you’d expect from me as far as how often we see each other. If I don’t work for the service anymore then I won’t have to pay them any fees. Will you want to see me more often?
“For right now, once a week is about all I can see you. I’m working real hard on my investments and trying to get things situated so I can have more free time, but it’ll be a while before that happens.”
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