by Casey Grant
“No,” said Nina. She hated her answer but it was the only honest one. She knew she didn't deserve such a man. All she could think of was the last eight years at home with the kids, the daily routine of getting them off to school, the dopy part-time jobs she took to kill time during school hours, the career that receded further and further away—and then finally, the betrayal. Her husband’s affair, the lousy divorce settlement, the reduced circumstances, and now the final humiliation; having to move in with her saint-like mother.
“Do you want to earn me?” Leo said between kisses, the two of them invisible to the tourists in the twilight.
“I don’t think I can,” said Nina.
“You can both earn me—and get the books,” Leo said as he yanked her away from the wall, tossing her over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry.
He ran out of the alley and down the sidewalks populated by moms, dads and grads. Nina’s pantied-ass was on display as they moved between the town's visitors as if on an obstacle course,
“Snuffex Inn?” said Leo.
“Room 356,” said Nina.
Through the doors of the Snuffex Inn he carried her, past the gift shop, past the mannequin with the green bikini, past the elevator bank and into the stairwell. Leo ran up three floors with such speed and ease that Nina felt as though she weighed ten pounds.
Room 356.
There it was at the end of the hallway. Nina had the key in her purse.
The door opened and they pushed inside, crashing onto the bed. Nina’s hands were on Leo’s neck. She pulled him down towards her. He pulled her panties to the side and he pushed himself into her pussy. He was big. His thick head too big for her opening. “No!” Nina said.
“You have to let me,” said Leo with desperation, driving into her.
“You’re too big for me,” she said, catching her breath. But he ignored her. The last time she had anything that big inside her was during childbirth. But she could feel the tightness give way to snugness, and then to an exquisite tingling that radiated from her center. Shocked by the sudden onset of pleasure, she let out a yelp.
Abruptly, Leo pulled out of Nina, jumping off the bed. “Put the heels back on,” said Leo.
Not taking her eyes off of him, Nina slid the high heels back on her feet making her instantly equal to his height again. Leo grabbed her hand and led her to a chest of drawers. “Lean forward.” Nina did as told, resting her forearms on the top of the dresser. With her legs straight, stockings stretched tightly and her ass protruding, Nina heard a hard crack, feeling the sting of pain a split-second later. He spanked her again, hard and sharp.
Again. Again.
In a delayed reaction, she cried out in pain. Leo grabbed her straight hair and pulled her head harshly backwards. “How much do you want the books!?” he asked, “How much do you want me!?” Without waiting for an answer he smacked her bottom again. The pain was overwhelming. But slowly, imperceptibly, it turned into something sweet.
“You are a bad girl!” said Leo, “Showing your undies in public! There are consequences for that, you tramp!” He spanked her again, Nina was now well on her way to climax. Nina put her hand down to her crotch, rubbing herself through the panties, her pussy wet, demanding satisfaction. Gazing into the mirror, Nina could see her own flushed face and Leo standing behind her, his huge cock protruding in front of him, his equally large hand spanking her over and over and…
“Fuck me!” Nina yelled out. “Fuck me!” Hearing herself, Nina shuddered in embarrassment since she had never said such a thing to anybody. Maybe that's why she was no longer married?
“No. You don’t deserve it, Nina” said Leo calmly. “You haven’t earned it.” He pulled up his pants and walked out the door leaving Nina bent over the dresser. She was abandoned on the cusp of an orgasm and her ass burned like hot coals.
Nina straightened up and hobbled to the bed. She tried to sit down but couldn’t. So she rolled onto her stomach. She tried to dial Binky’s number but remembered that she didn’t know it. But this was a small town. Nina called the front desk and asked for Henrietta Wilson von Binckerhoff’s number. The front desk person found it immediately.
When Binky answered, all Nina could say in her exhaustion was “Come here... Room 356. He spanked me… my ass in on fire...”
Fifteen minutes later there was a knock. An exhausted Nina got up and opened the door. She let Binky in and collapsed back on the bed.
“My God!” said Binky looking at Nina’s bright red bottom, “What did he do to you?”
“He left me in the lurch…” said Nina, her voice barely audible.
“I brought some St. Ives lotion. This should help,” Binky said as she detached Nina’s stockings from her garters. Binky lid her thumbs into the sides of Nina’s panties, pulling them off her fiery bottom until they were level with her stocking tops. Binky squirted the lotion in her hand and began rubbing it on Nina’s sore bottom. Nina exhaled as she found immediate relief.
Continued...
