by Paige Tyler
"Well, don't just leave us hanging," Genevieve finally said. "Tell us what you did to get one."
"Okay, okay," she laughed. "I first heard about spanking in college. My roommate and I were talking about guys and sex, like we usually did, and she admitted that she and her boyfriend had tried spanking, and that she loved it. Though I was intrigued by the idea, at the time, I wasn't going out with anyone I wanted to try it with. In fact, it wasn't until I met Philip that I had found a guy I felt comfortable enough with to let him spank me. I dropped tons of hints, but being a guy, Philip never caught on. So, after we moved in together, I finally decided that I had to take drastic measures. If Philip wasn't going to spank me on his own, then I was going to have to give him a reason to do it. And that's exactly what I did..."
Picking up the sports section of the newspaper, Jill let her gaze run over the article on that weekend's college football games. In all honesty, she couldn't care less about sports, but when she'd heard on the radio that Stanford and USC were going to be playing that weekend, she'd gotten an idea. According to the paper, USC was expected to win the game. She had been looking for a way to get her boyfriend to spank her, and this game just might do the trick!
"Stanford is going to kick USC's butt this weekend," she remarked casually.
Philip looked up from the business section in surprise. "I didn't think you followed football."
She shrugged nonchalantly. "Only Stanford," she told him. "I went to college there, remember?"
His mouth quirked. "Yeah, I remember," her dark-haired boyfriend said. "And if you'll remember, I went to USC." Putting the paper down, he leaned forward to rest his forearms on the table. " I don't mean to say anything against Stanford, but they don't stand a chance against USC."
"They do this season," Jill insisted. "With the way they're playing, there's no way USC is going to win."
Across the table from her, Philip lifted a brow. "You're serious about this, aren't you?"
"You know it!" Jill said. "In fact," she added, leaning forward. "Why don't we bet on it?"
He gave her an incredulous look. "You want to bet on the game?"
She nodded. "I'll bet you anything that Stanford wins this weekend."
His mouth quirked."Anything?"
She lifted her chin. "Anything."
Jill held her breath as Philip regarded her in silence for a moment. What if her boyfriend didn't go for it? But to her relief, he nodded.
"Alright," he told her. "If USC wins, you have to cook dinner and serve it to me wearing that sexy, little bra and the matching panties I gave you for Valentine's Day."
Jill could barely hide her smile. The outfit he was referring to consisted of a push-up bra and a thong, and left very little to the imagination. It was absolutely perfect for what she had in mind.
"Okay," she agreed after a moment. "But only because I'm sure that Stanford is going to win."
Her boyfriend chuckled. "Well, if by some miracle, they actually do win, what are going to propose I do?"
It was tempting to tell her boyfriend that if USC won, she wanted him to spank her, but she had to reel him in slowly.
"If Stanford wins, you have to clean out the garage like you've been saying you were going to do," she said.
The garage had been where they had stored all of the junk they hadn't known what to do with when they had moved in together. In reality, she could care less if they ever cleaned out the garage, but it was a good first step in her plan.
He lifted a brow, clearly expecting her to have said something else, but then he grinned. "You're on!" he told her.
Jill was so thrilled about the game, and the spanking she was sure would result, that she could barely contain her excitement. And just to make certain she got a good one, she teased Philip unmercifully the whole week leading up to the game, reminding him of his part of the bargain.
"You'd better get ready to do some cleaning, hon," she told him that morning over breakfast. "Because USC is about to be majorly upset!"
Her boyfriend laughed. "You're pretty cocky for someone who's going to be prancing around half-naked while she's cooking dinner tonight."
Jill lifted her chin. "I prefer to think of it as being confident," she said. "In fact," she added with a smug smile, "I'm so confident Stanford is going to win that I'm willing to raise the stakes."
His mouth twitched. "I'm already going to have you half-naked," he said, sipping his coffee. "What else could you possibly bet?"
She hesitated, pretending to think about it. "I could give you a blow job."
He chuckled. "The whole point of a bet is that the loser has to do something they'd probably prefer not to," he pointed out. "And I know for a fact that you like giving me blow jobs. So, let's try to be a little bit more creative."
She gave him a pout. "Okay then," she finally said. "If USC wins, you get to spank me."
Though Philip's eyes widened in surprise, Jill noticed that he immediately looked intrigued by the idea, and she felt her pulse quicken.
"W-wait," she stammered, not wanting him to suspect anything. "I didn't mean that!"
But her boyfriend was shaking his head. "Too late, sweetheart," he said. "If USC wins, I get to spank you!"
Jill stuck her lip out even more at that, but inside, she was thrilled. This had almost been too easy, she told herself. But then a thought occurred to her. What if Stanford won? USC had better be as good as Philip said they were. Because if Stanford won, she was going to be mad!
That afternoon, Jill joined Philip on the couch to watch the game. At first, she didn't even know which team was Stanford, which made cheering difficult. On top of that, she knew next to nothing about football, so she had to listen carefully to the commentators, but during the first half of the game, she was horrified to see that Stanford was winning. Dammit! What was she going to do if they actually beat USC?
But much to her relief, after halftime, USC turned the tide in their favor, and Jill had to force herself not to cheer as they began to rack up the points. Instead, she forced herself to sit petulantly beside her boyfriend while he smiled smugly. By the end of the game, the score wasn't even close, and she had to fight hard to keep the grin off her face as a victorious USC celebrated their win.
"Well," Philip said. "You ready to pay up?"
Jill looked at him from beneath lowered lashes. "Right now?"
His mouth curved into a smile. "Right now," he said. "But first, you need to go upstairs and change into the bra and panties I bought you."
Getting to her feet, Jill forced herself to walk slowly as she made her way over to the stairs. But the moment she was out of sight, she practically ran into the bedroom. Pulling off her shorts and T-shirt, she quickly changed into the bra and thong panties she had agreed to wear. Turning to the mirror, she was surprised to see that her face was flushed with excitement. She had waited a long time for a spanking, she thought, and thanks to a silly college football game, she was going to get one.
Reminding herself that she didn't want to appear too eager, Jill slowed her steps as she neared the bottom of the stairs. Philip was sitting on the couch waiting for her, and he grinned as he took in her half-naked body in the push-up bra and tiny thong panties.
His dark eyes smoldering, he sat back and patted his knee with his hand. "Over my knee, sweetheart."
Her pulse quickening at the softly-spoken command, Jill slowly walked over to where her boyfriend sat. Kneeling on the cushion beside him, she obediently draped herself over his lap and waited. A moment later, she felt Philip rest his hand on her bare bottom, and despite how much she wanted this spanking, she jumped at his touch.
"Don't worry," he told her softly. "I won't spank you too hard."
Jill craned her neck to look at him over her shoulder. "A bet's a bet, and you won," she said. "If I'd won, you'd be cleaning out the garage right now, so fair's fair. You can give me the spanking I have coming to me."
Philip lifted a brow, clearly surprised at her acquiescence, an
d for a moment, he regarded her in silence. Then the corner of his mouth curved. "Now that I think about it, you have been obnoxious all week, going on and on about how Stanford is the better team, and how they were going to kick USC's butt," he said. "In fact, after how annoying you've been, I think you've earned yourself a good, sound spanking."
Thrilled at his words, Jill turned back around to rest her head on her arms. The main reason she hadn't mentioned spanking to Philip was because she wasn't sure he would go for the idea, but from everything she'd seen so far, she was beginning to think that she may have underestimated him.
Despite his promise to administer a sound spanking, however, the first smack he gave her wasn't all that hard. Nevertheless, Jill still let out a startled, little gasp of surprise. The next spank, this time to her other cheek, was a little harder than the first, and she cried out.
"Owwwww!"
Her boyfriend chuckled. "You did say that I should give you the spanking you have coming to you, didn't you, sweetheart?"
As he spoke, he brought his hand down on her bare bottom again, even harder, and she squirmed. "Owwwww!" she cried.
"Didn't you?" Philip asked, giving her another hard smack.
She bit her lip to stifle a yelp. "Yes."
"And you agree that you have been acting obnoxious all week, don't you?" her boyfriend asked, his hand coming down again.
Oh yes, Jill thought. She had indeed underestimated Philip. Not only had he totally bought into the whole spanking thing, but he had fallen into the role of authoritarian more easily than she would have imagined. The scolding he was giving her was almost as much of a turn-on as the spanking!
"You didn't answer my question, sweetheart," he reminded her, giving her another sharp smack.
"Owwwww!" she yelped. Dang, that had really stung! "Yes, I acted obnoxious."
His hand connected with her bottom again. "Not to mention that you rubbed it in every time Stanford scored a touchdown," he said, and then chuckled. "By the time I'm through spanking you, the phrase red zone is going to have a whole new meaning."
Jill vaguely knew that "red zone" had something to do with football, though she didn't know what. She did have a pretty good idea what her boyfriend meant about giving the phrase a whole new meaning, however, and she couldn't wait for him to demonstrate!
She didn't have to wait long, because a moment later, his hand began coming down over and over on her bare bottom. Somewhere along the way, her tiny thong panties got yanked down. Not that they were providing any protection anyway, she thought. He moved back and forth, smacking first one cheek, and then the other until her entire bottom was covered with stinging slaps. He even gave her several well-aimed smacks on her sit-spots.
All Jill could do was cry out as she pressed her face into the cushion and kicked her feet. Ouch, that really stung! She hadn't expected getting a spanking to hurt, but it felt like her ass was on fire!
But at the same time, it was so incredibly arousing. She wasn't sure how something that stung like it did could be such a turn-on, but it was. Her pussy had gone from tingling to soaking wet in just a matter of spanks. And if the hardness pressing against her hip was any indication, then Philip was just as excited as she was!
As the spanking continued on and on, she couldn't help grinding against that hardness over and over She couldn't wait to feel that hard cock sliding into her afterward. She had no doubt they'd be making love the moment Philip was done spanking her.
Just then, the spanking stopped. Wanting more, Jill opened her mouth to protest, only to let out a moan of pleasure as Philip gently squeezed her freshly-spanked ass. God, that felt so good, she thought. And so did that, she silently added as her boyfriend's hand dipped between her legs. As he continued to squeeze her bottom at the same time that he slid his finger into her pussy, she wondered absently when Stanford and USC played each other again...
"So now, it's become kind of tradition for us," Jill said when she had finished her story. "Every time Stanford and USC play a game, I get a spanking, regardless of which team wins!"
Hayley could only laugh along with the other girls. Once again, she was amazed. She had always thought of Jill as the most conservative one in their little group, but after what she'd just heard, she was starting to think that she was the boring one.
Chapter Five
Across the room, Genevieve was regarding Jill with amusement. "I wouldn't have thought that you had it in you to be so devious," she told the other girl.
Jill shrugged. "It just goes to show you to what lengths a girl will go to get a good spanking."
Hayley laughed. "Obviously," she said, and then let out a sigh. "But since I don't see myself challenging Conn to a bet any time soon, how am I going to get him to spank me?"
"You could always try dropping little hints here and there," Lyndsay suggested.
"Or try and get yourself in trouble," Monica added. "It worked for me.!"
Hayley's lips curved. "But only because you had some help from Lyndsay," she pointed out.
Jill sipped her wine. "Hayley, I think you should just the direct approach and talk to Conner about it," she said. "Acting up and dropping hints is just going to confuse him and frustrate you."
Hayley's brow furrowed. "But what am I supposed to do?" she asked. "Just walk up to him and tell him that I'd like him to spank me? I'd need to drink a heck of a lot more spiked eggnog for that."
"You don't have to be that blatant about it," Jill said. "There are some really good websites out there on spanking. Maybe you could show him one of those. You could say that you came across it and found it interesting, and then ask him what he thinks about it."
Hayley considered the other girl's words. She'd had no idea that there were websites about spanking. But despite the fact that showing one of them to her husband would obviously be much easier than talking to him about it, she still wasn't sure she could do it. She would still be so embarrassed.
She sighed. "You make it sound so simple," she said to the other girl. "But what if he isn't interested in it?"
Before Jill could answer her question, the men came up from downstairs, interrupting their conversation.
"So, what are you girls talking about?" Conner asked as he walked over to sit down beside Hayley.
Hayley couldn't hide the blush that crept into her cheeks at his question. "Just girl stuff, she murmured, tucking her long, blond hair behind her ear as he put his arm around her.
If her handsome, blond-haired husband noticed her blushing, he didn't mention it. But as Hayley let her gaze wander around the living room, she thought about the stories her friends had told her of their spanking experiences, and she found herself imagining each of the girls getting spanked by their respective husbands or boyfriends. Her color deepening, she forced herself to focus on the conversation instead.
A little before midnight, the other couples announced that they had better be getting home, especially since the snow was sticking to the streets. Hayley refused to let them leave empty-handed, however, and insisted on making each of them a plate of cookies to take home. When she came back from the kitchen a little while later, it was to find Genevieve deep in conversation with Conner. Both of them looked up as she walked over to where they were standing.
"Are you two talking about me again?" Hayley teased as she handed the redhead the plate of cookies that she'd made up.
Genevieve laughed. "I was just telling Conner that he needs to keep you away from the eggnog," she said. "You're addicted to the stuff."
Hayley laughed, along with everyone else, and after exchanging hugs all around, and a reminder from Hayley and Conner to be careful driving in the snow, the other couples left.
Closing the door behind their guests, Conner pulled Hayley into his arms and kissed her lingeringly on the mouth. A moment later, he lifted his head to gaze down at her, his blue eyes dark with desire as he took in her slender figure in the snug-fitting sweater, short skirt, and knee-high leather boots she had chosen to wea
r.
"That outfit of yours has been driving me to distraction all night," he said huskily. "What do you say we clean up so I can take you to bed, sweetheart?"
Listening to her friends' spanking stories had gotten her totally turned on and it was all she could do not to tear off her husband's jeans and button-up shirt right there, and make love to him in the entryway.
Hayley gave him a sexy smile. "Or," she said, slowly running her finger down his chest to toy with the buckle of his belt. "We could just clean up tomorrow and go straight to bed instead."
Conn chuckled. "I like that idea even better," he said, swinging her up in his arms and carrying her upstairs.
As Hayley lay in the curve of his arm in their big bed an hour later, she found herself wishing for the hundredth time that she could tell Conner about her desire to be spanked. She had never realized how erogenous her bottom was. But every time her husband's hand had even casually slid over her ass as they were making love, she had caught her breath. As badly as she wanted to feel the sting of a spanking, though, she still couldn't bring herself to ask him to give her one.
But if she couldn't ask her husband, then how the heck was she ever going to get spanked? She considered the suggestions her friends had made earlier, and decided that Jill had the best idea. Maybe it would be easier to pretend that she'd just stumbled onto spanking when she'd been looking around on the Internet. That way, she could just show Conner one of the websites and let him draw his own conclusions.
Thinking that at least it was a plan of sorts, Hayley snuggled closer to her husband and let herself drift off to sleep, still imagining what his hand would feel like as he spanked her bottom.
Over the next several days, Hayley found herself thinking about spanking constantly. Sometimes, it would just be a passing thought, like when she imagined Conner giving her just a quick smack on the bottom as she got dressed in the morning. And then other times, it would be a full-fledged fantasy.
