Samantha Gets Spanked

by Samantha Whitney

  So do blond hair and big boobs! Not to mention her plump lips, skin like a porcelain doll, and a deep, sexy voice that could make serious money in the business of phone sex. Everything about her drove me crazy. I was glad the table covered my lap.

  After about 9 o'clock we stopped trying to steer the conversation back to the finance test. Instead, we bounced between more important topics, such as how much we both hated the color yellow, we both preferred snakes to spiders, and the fact that we each had Facebook accounts we barely used because we hated drama.

  She went on to ask about my family and their ties to the reservation. I gave her the whole story about my grandmother leaving to marry a white man. After hearing my own voice for longer than I felt was necessary, I told her we didn’t have to talk about it anymore but she begged me to go on, her eyes wide as she listened. I forgot what I was talking about more than once as my eyes wandered to her lips, and occasionally further down her body.

  I tried to hide my disappointment when I looked at my watch to see both hands pointing at 12. The hours had flown by like seconds. I had to think of ways to see her again. Maybe she could use a study partner? Was it desperate if I asked for her number?

  "I had a great time studying with you, Susie."

  "Me too, Tyler. I can’t believe it’s already midnight."

  We stood outside the coffee shop. Her gorgeous pale skin glowed in the light of the full moon. I wondered if she would think it was weird if I hugged her goodbye. I was desperate to know how her fleshy body would feel against mine. Damn, I also wanted to feel it under me and on top of me and in positions I'd only seen online.

  Maybe I could give her a ride home? It wasn't safe for her to walk alone. Besides, I also wanted to know where she lived. Maybe next time we could study at her place - maybe her bedroom. "Do you need a ride home?" I tried not to sound too hopeful.

  "I usually take the Drunk Bus from the Rec center a few blocks away,” she said.

  Ahhh, the Drunk Bus - a University method of transporting students between facilities late at night to cut down on drunk driving. I’d been warned to stay off of it unless I wanted vomit all over my clothes.

  "My car’s right here." I gestured toward the parking lot. "Why don't I drive you instead?"

  "Are you sure? The bus goes to Bailey Hall and I usually just walk a few blocks home from there,” she said.

  "A pretty girl like you shouldn't be out walking alone at night. Come on, I'm driving. I insist."

  She grinned. "Okay. If you insist.” I couldn't tell if the grin was in return for my compliment or not.

  We walked to the small gravel parking lot beside the coffee shop.

  "Here's my Cadillac," I said.

  I drove a champagne colored 1980 Chevy Malibu I’d rebuilt by myself a few years earlier. It wasn't the sexiest car in the world but I loved it.

  "Ooooh! Is that a Malibu?" Her mouth hung open.

  Is she actually excited about this car? "Yes." I was stunned that she knew what it was.

  "I knew someone who had one like this. It's an 80, 81?"

  "80," I answered.

  "It has a lot of power, right? I drove it and loved it. I could outrun anybody on the road. I like a car with power. When I hit the gas, I want it to move.”

  Looking back, I'm pretty sure that's the moment I fell in love with her.

  Susie and I got in my car and headed to her place. She made several more compliments about the Malibu, especially when I stepped on the gas. She seemed impressed when I told her I rebuilt the engine myself.

  She was so fucking cool. I liked having her next to me. Her sweet, peachy vanilla scent slowly filled the car. My mind wandered to long trips we could take together, talking, laughing and listening to the radio. Of course, my mini fantasies ended with us in the backseat.

  She told me to stop in front of a two story brick house on Grant Avenue in a quaint little neighborhood. It was different from most of the residential areas close to campus. None of the houses looked like they were ready to fall over from years of too many parties.

  "How many roommates do you have?" I asked.

  "I live alone."

  "In this huge house?" It was one of the biggest houses on her street. "How did you manage that?"

  "It's kind of a long story. Short version is - my parents died, and my Aunt Lydia gave me her house a few years ago. She wanted to move out of the country but had sentimental reasons for keeping it in the family. So, instead of selling it, she gave it to me." She paused to take a breath. "And that's how I ended up in Lockwood."

  "Wow. I'm really sorry about your parents."

  "It's okay. Don't feel bad for me. I've had it pretty good. I even lived here for a little while with my aunt when I was a teenager. I was glad she gave me the house.” She reached for the door handle. “I’d invite you in but it’s so late. I'm sure you need to go home."

  "I'm really not tired. I probably won't go to bed for a few hours. My first class isn't til 11:30 tomorrow." Please take the hint, please take the hint…

  She stuck her lower lip out while she pondered the idea. Her soft, moist, sexy lip… "Alright,” she said, “then come on in.”

  I wondered if she would’ve asked me to come in if she knew what kind of thoughts I’d had about her all day. I couldn't believe what I was thinking. I was always the good guy. Always. I was the guy who waited to sleep with his girlfriends until they were ready, even if it meant weeks of suffering and frustration. My few experiences with casual sex were big mistakes I had no desire to repeat. But I already liked Susie so much, I knew it wouldn’t just be a casual hook-up if something happened that night.

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  “Naked Natalie” by Nikki Palmer - excerpt

  She walked to the edge of the fountain and dropped the short trench coat she was wearing. She’d debated on what to wear. She didn’t want to be the stereotypical flasher wearing a trench coat, but it did seem to be the fastest thing to take off. She stepped up onto the ledge and stepped down into the water. It was just as warm as it had been when she’d trailed her fingers through it almost twelve hours earlier. She walked to the middle and spread her arms wide, humming to herself and doing a little dance.

  She was singing at the top of her lungs by the time the police officer started to patrol the park, and that’s why she didn’t hear his footsteps. Or him clearing his throat the first time. Or the second. Finally, he spoke loudly, “Miss, you really need to get out of that fountain!”

  She trailed off in the middle of singing, “I feel pretty and witty and…” Slowly, she turned around. “Officer Friendly!”

  For a moment he just stared in wonder, and then he started to shake his head. “Do you remember me talking to you earlier about public indecency?”

  She smiled sweetly.“Well, yeah, but I saw this fountain on my lunch break, and all day all I could think about was how wonderful it would feel to dance naked in it. I wasn’t hurting anyone.”

  He held his hand out to her. She took it and stepped down out of the fountain. “You may not have been hurting anyone, but you are breaking a law by being outside with no clothes on. What have you got against clothes, Natalie?”

  She stared at him. “You know my name? How do you know my name?”

  He blushed. “I looked earlier when I found your wallet, but that’s beside the point. What do you have against clothes, woman?”

  She shrugged, her tits rising and falling with her shoulders. He was mesmerized by them. She took a step closer to him and trailed a dripping wet finger down the front of his shirt. “I just don’t like being confined, Officer. Don’t you feel stifled by that uniform? I bet you’d feel a lot better without it.” Her hands went to the top button on his uniform, not unbuttoning it, just toying with the button.
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  He stared down at her in disbelief. “You need to remove your hands from my shirt, ma’am. I don’t want to have to arrest you for public indecency.”

  “If you arrested me, would you have to handcuff me? I might like that.” She took a step closer and pressed herself up against him. She wasn’t a slut, but she had been attracted to this man for months. She wasn’t sure why she hadn’t found a way to give him her phone number before now. She wasn’t usually so reticent.

  He removed her hand from his shirt, and bent it behind her back. “You really need to keep your hands off of me, Miss Daniels.”

  She leaned forward and nipped his neck with her teeth, just barely grazing him. She really wasn’t sure what came over her, except that she’d wanted to taste him for months. “Mmm. You taste as good as you look.”

  He stood looking down at her in stunned disbelief for a moment and then whipped out his handcuffs and cuffed her hands behind her back. “You are not making this any easier on yourself.”

  “I’m so sorry, Officer. I’ll behave.” She gave him a naughty wink as she said the words.

  He took her arm and marched her to the spot where her trench coat was lying on the ground and put it over her as best he could with her hands cuffed behind her. He belted it around her waist so that she was covered, and walked her the two blocks to their apartment building.

  He took her to her door and found it locked. “Keys?” he asked. It was the first thing he’d said to her since they’d left the park. She was pleased that he’d brought her here and hadn’t taken her to the station.

  “In my pocket.”

  He reached into her pocket and pulled her keys out, unlocking her door, then put the keys into his own pocket. He unfastened her trench coat and led her into her bedroom. Once there, he unfastened the handcuffs from one hand, pushed her onto her back on the bed and fastened her hands around one of the upright steel bars at the top of her bed. “I’ll be back in about an hour when my shift is over, and we’ll talk about your punishment then.”

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