Spankable Susan (Smack It, Flip It, Rub It Down)

by Blue, RaeLynn

  “What do we win?” Jeanie asked.

  “Winner gets to pick the spot for the next Posse adventure…and I’ll write them a story of their choice featuring any kind of hero they want. Who’s in?” Shara asked.

  Being that Shara had pretty much written all of them custom stories, no one was going to back out of a chance to get another custom story. Everyone was in. It was going to be an interesting adventure.

  Chapter One

  May in North Carolina sparkled after the seemingly constant downpour of the April rains. Big verdant leaves waved lazily to Susan McMartin from outside the paned windows of her bedroom on the second floor of their condo. She sighed and licked her curvy cherry-glossed lips. From this position, she could only make out the branch of the thick oak tree in the front of their rectangular thatch of yard, but she smiled. Funny how water made everything seem new and clean—even if it wasn’t.

  Sighing again against the wet sounds of Devin’s lips nipping at her tender folds, Susan trembled. Lying flat on her back, her knees bent and thighs spread wide, Susan looked through half-opened eyes, down the expanse of her soft stomach to his thatch of damp, dark brown curls hanging over his forehead. Devin slurped her drenched nether lips, devouring her feminine nectar like a man starved.

  “Oh, nice,” she purred, closing her eyes and relishing the pleasurable flow coursing through her. God, her husband’s mouth could make a harpy shriek in pure, unadulterated joy.

  Susan twirled a corkscrew curl around her finger again and again, feeling the silky strands glide between her digits in cadence with Devin’s mouth. Her hum meshed with the air conditioner’s, and together they managed to keep her mind from spiraling out of control. With her left hand, she squeezed the pointy tip of her breast in time to Devin’s lick against her engorged love button. Even with her eyes closed, she could see the devious look on his face as he ate her pussy. He drifted down to her tight love box. Each lunge of his tongue into her moist cove forced her humming to rush. Then he’d slow down and lazily push his tongue up to her clit and tease it a bit.

  Their queen-size bed took up most of the room, and through the bedroom window, slivers of sunlight splayed across her torso and the ivory sheet underneath. In ripples that caressed her being, Susan felt her legs fall even further apart. And like Devin’s casual and unhurried lapping of her shaved mound, a deliberate burn grew ever more intense. She lifted her hips higher, spread her lush thighs wider, and pinched her nipple harder. All humming halted as the rising flames blossomed outward. Oh yeah, she was about to come.

  Her eyes flapped open, and she sucked in a sliver of Devin’s groan.

  “Devin,” she breathed and swallowed hard.

  Sweat glistened and bubbled across her nude body. Each breath raised another tide of forceful pleasure, her pussy vibrating in response to the manipulations of his mouth.

  “Eat it!” she said, grinding it out against her teeth. “Eat my pussy!”

  Obeying her, Devin sucked her sensitive button between his heavenly lips and sucked it like one would the bud of a delectable fruit. She gasped. He released it, and her nostrils flared as the next tidal wave slammed through her body. Her breathing hitched as the flood kept coming. Wave upon wave, she could hardly catch her breath until what little whisper of oxygen she possessed was ripped out of her along with the orgasm.

  When she could at last form audible and coherent words, she pressed her hand to her heart and tried to calm its gallop. With her hair sprawled across the sheet and the body rush cooling, she panted. “Damn. Good!”

  Devin leaned back onto his heels and smiled. He planted a soft kiss on each knee and stood up. Licking his lips as if he’d just eaten the best meal he’d ever had, he put those fiery blue eyes on her. He wiped his brow with the back of his forearm and blew out a smile.

  “Like that?”

  “Yeah,” she replied. “Hell yeah!”

  He laughed and climbed onto the bed beside her. His scent enveloped her seconds before he did. Those lovable arms had held her for the last six years, and she never tired of them. He smelled like sweat, soap, and sex. Her sex. He bent down and kissed her hard on the mouth, and held still as she licked his lower lip, tracing the outline of his mouth with her tongue, tasting the faint trace of her nectar and becoming more aroused as she did so.

  She moaned and withdrew, falling back on the bed with a soft thud.

  “Thank you.”

  “You’re welcome, but you know what I want,” Devin said, the glint in his eyes glowing as his smirk grew broader.

  The soft smile on her face grew wider still.

  “Now, Devin, what would your brother say if he found out you did this to your wife?” She giggled and rolled over to her side and fingered her nipple.

  His eyes studied her taut peak and deep chocolate point. Devin ran his fingers through his dark hair and said, “Well, Dillon is all caught up with my soon-to-be sister-in-law, and I’m almost sure he isn’t thinking about what we’re doing.”

  “And how would you know?” she said, pinching her tight left tip and whimpering as another ripple plowed through her.

  “He is my brother,” Devin said, the heat from his mounting desire reducing his voice to a husky tenor. “And Shauna’s not what we’d call ugly.”

  Shauna and Dillon had just text messaged about their recent trip to Texas only an hour before she and Devin headed upstairs. They planned to go visit her brother-in-law and his bride for their wedding in about four months. Four years of dating would finally end with them tying the knot in Atlanta amidst what Devin had taken to calling the fall party of the year.

  Devin sat up and stretched his legs out, letting his feet hang over the edge of the bed. Susan rose up on her elbow and rested her head on her hand beside him. Her eyes took in her husband’s lithe body. The brush of brunette hair sprinkled across his muscular chest and tapered down to a small trail that led right down his tightly corded abdomen’s landscape and on to his thick forest of soft hair. Jutting out impatiently from the thatch of hair, his thickening cock beckoned to her.

  “Oh, and what do you think I am?” she teased him and cupped her breast. Lifting it to her mouth, she licked the tip, flicked it several times with her tongue, but kept her gaze on him.

  Devin laughed. “Naughty, naughty Susie Q.”

  Susan sat upright and put both her hands in between her thighs, feeling her dampness renew from the zeal in her husband’s voice. He hoisted himself up to a sitting position. Slipping off the bed, Devin disappeared from her vision.

  But she could still hear him. Behind her, he moved some items around. He liked to keep her in anxious arousal, not knowing when the first whack of his hand would land, solid and square, against her bottom. That knowledge didn’t stay her hand from inching fully between her thighs and parting her slick folds. She closed her eyes and wished with all her might he’d hurry up.

  “Now, baby, it’s time to pay up,” he said and made her pant in desire all the more.

  Chapter Two

  Devin reached beneath his wife’s reading chair and removed the present he’d bought for her. He’d waited all day in anxious arousal, and now, his wife, his gorgeous milk-chocolate beauty sat in front of him with her heart-shaped ass in the air. His eyes traced the downside of the heart’s tip as it blossomed into two glorious halves of smooth, velvety brown. She knelt on all fours in expectation of his usual hand spanking. Normally, he’d smack her ass with his hand and make those beauties glow to a nice warm cocoa.

  Ah, but he had a nice surprise for his baby today. He waved the slick black paddle in the air. A grin etched farther across his face, and he mentally thanked his brother, Dillon, for sending it to him. An early anniversary present and a little something to keep the heat fired in their bedroom, the glossy onyx black paddle wasn’t too heavy or too light.

  The pent-up anxiousness zipped across his skin.

  Crouched down with her hands spread flat against the cool sheet, Susan’s knees dug down into the thick
, pillow-top mattress. With her ass in perfect position, she leaned downward more, her cheek brushing the bedding. She blew out a sigh and giggled.

  “I have been a bad girl, a very bad girl,” she whispered. “So smack my ass. Smack it!”

  Devin didn’t smile, because his throat had gone too damn dry to even form words to reply to that. Oh, he’d like nothing better, and he sighed.

  “Hurry up. Hurry up. Hurry up,” she chanted, low and soft.

  Devin tightened his hand around the paddle and stepped back from those glorious buttocks.

  Smack!

  “Ow!” Susan shouted and started, scrambling a bit from him. She pushed herself up and turned to him, those delectable amber eyes wide with surprise. A mixture of torment and ecstasy shone from her face. “What the hell was that?”

  He held up the paddle. “A new gift.”

  He palmed her left buttock and caressed her. Her eyes began to close in the warming swirls. “You like how it felt? That sizzling heat made your clit tighten and throb, didn’t it?”

  “Yes,” she hissed in pleasure. “Do it again.”

  Hell yeah.

  His paddle fell once more onto her right cheek, sending her surging forward. Her flesh felt warm against his hand, and he couldn’t help it, he pinched the round globes and watched in complete fascination as Susan squirmed.

  His member could break bricks it was so damn hard just watching her. So spankable, Susan’s ass had been the first thing to snare his attention when they’d met. Her laugh came next, and soon after he’d fallen in love with every inch of her luscious body and her big, giving heart. But her round, full bottom had been what caught his attention, the gate opener, and even after six years, Devin found it quite marvelous.

  Smack! Smack!

  She didn’t know from which direction he’d land the paddle, and she purred deep in her throat each time the smooth onyx met her soft mahogany skin. Each smack sparked a fresh burst of passion in his phallus, and already a low ache in his balls spoke to the fact he’d played for too long. And yet, he couldn’t tear his eyes from her ass—now the rush of blood ringed her dark skin with burgundy, like a fine blush not across her facial cheeks, but her southern ones.

  “Love you so much,” he whispered and paddled her ass again.

  Her rose-stained ass seemed to blush beneath his gaze and his well-placed smacks.

  “Please, baby, please,” she panted, and it only served to stir his arousal even higher.

  “Please what?” he coughed out, nearly growled it. “Say it!”

  “Fuck. Me.”

  “What? Louder!” he demanded though he’d heard each damn syllable.

  “Fuck. ME!” Susan shouted at the top of her lungs.

  He swallowed the groan down into the pit of his stomach and got on his knees behind her. He took the paddle and turned it so that the handle was facing her. Holding the wider part, he pressed the slick handle to Susan’s wet pussy lips. He slapped her inner thigh and she parted them wider, giving him greater access to her universe.

  The rounded edge of the handle glided over her swollen folds.

  “This what you want?” he asked her, knowing it wasn’t, but not yet ready to stop teasing. He wanted her to beg for his cock, and once she got it, he knew she wouldn’t relinquish it until they both came screaming.

  Jutting out like a small cock, the paddle’s handle rubbed across her clit, and Susan squirmed. Her hands grabbed the sheets into fistful of bedding. Her eyes still closed, she looked so beautiful and sexy. This was why men did things like fight duels, abandon millions, and work eighty hours a week—for this. Susan could make whole governments crumble and entire civilizations denounce their religious beliefs with that one expression on her face.

  “Damn you,” she muttered as he pushed the paddle’s handle into her core.

  He pressed his face against her ass and kissed it as he fucked her with the paddle’s handle. Swept up into the rhythm he set, Susan pumped the handle.

  “You. More. You!” she panted out among the cooing sounds of pleasure.

  For one brief second he thought to keep on teasing her, but the low ache in his balls wouldn’t keep any longer. He stood up and tossed the paddle on the bed beside her. He thumbed the head of his cock, and using the pre-cum dribbling from him, he worked it around his rigid phallus.

  Sweat beaded across her back, her shoulders and across her face.

  “Tell me what you want.”

  “You.”

  “Correctly, Susie baby.”

  “I want your COCK!” she bellowed.

  He rewarded her correct answer with the very thing she wanted. Parting her moist heat with the bulbous head of his rod, Devin nearly lost control and came right there. He’d nearly waited too damn long, but he managed to control it. For now, but he wasn’t going to be able to hold on for too long.

  Without waiting, he slammed his member in as far as it would go. The hot wave of her pussy’s snug canal flowed through him. He heard Susan gasp and moan in response. He held her waist with one hand and grabbed her ass with the other. He squeezed, feeling the smooth flesh spill out of his hand.

  Slowly, so very slowly, he pulled nearly out of her, before ramming back into her heat again.

  And again.

  And again.

  Chapter Three

  Susan’s breath came in little pants of pleasure. All she could feel was him—his cock—inside her, filling her so completely, so fully, she could hardly breathe—except in tiny sips of the sweet, sex-soaked air. Every delicious inch of his dick pushed against her cervix, smacking it gently like his hand, and lord that paddle has plowed her outer flesh. She lowered her ass to give him even deeper penetration, and she couldn’t stop herself from slamming back onto his fantastic phallus. Stuffed with him, Susan pressed her lips together to stay the swell of incredible lust knocking against her throat. Sweat drenched, she wiped her face on the sheet and rubbed her engorged clit in time to Devin’s thrusts.

  Grabbing her hips to steady her accelerated pace, Devin rammed himself into her, completely caught up in the enormous pleasure she too felt. His fingers dug into her softness and held her firm. The power of each stroke shoved her into the mattress and stole her very breath like a seasoned thief. He left her only enough oxygen to shout. Each cry seemed to stimulate him more and prodded his cadence to increase its speed.

  Fine with her—she liked it fast and hard.

  “Yes! Yes! Yes!” she shouted with each sensual and forceful stroke. Her words blurred and blended, becoming something of a chant, a prayer, a song of absolution—she didn’t know. He plunged into her passage with determination.

  He continued to sink his rod into her, filling the wet, quivering space between her legs with his hardened member until nothing mattered except the sensations skating across her flesh and her nerves. He was everywhere, his breath on her neck, his hands on her waist, his thighs slapping impatiently against hers—even the trail of hair on his lower abdomen brushed the space between her ass, tickling and tormenting her at the same time.

  She hazarded a glance back at him and spied his brunette hair plastered to his face. Face flushed scarlet, his eyes bore into her backside. She doubted he even saw her watching him. Veins stood out on his neck, and his teeth clenched together as if holding back the roar swelling inside him. She closed her eyes again. All five senses had been captured by Devin—the sound of his growling pleasure, the feel of his thick rod stuffed into her snug passage, the feel of his hands on her waist, the taste of his mouth still lingering on her lips, the aroma of the sweat-sex soaked air, and the sight of his lust-filled eyes.

  “God! I fucking love you!” he growled against her ear, licking her lobe as he leaned down. His breath hot against her neck only made her shudder against him a moment before he stood back up.

  Smack!

  Her ass warmed from the smack of his hand. It burned straight through to her love button. Hot waves crashed through her as she furiously rubbed her slippery nu
b. Her fingers swirled around her clit in time to his passionate plunges into her well. Each part of her body screamed for release, each nerve squealing as if on fire from the pressure building in her lower abdomen.

  Smack! Smack!

  This time he selected the right cheek. The blow shot a pulse of pure pleasure through her like lightning. Her clit stiffened in response.

  She could tell from Devin’s growling that he was close.

  So was she.

  “Make. Me. Cum!” she managed through her dry throat. It was like all the liquid in her body had pooled in the apex between her legs.