by Sue Lyndon
Watching the lines of distress appear on her face, in combination with her obvious excitement, gave Kaden a heady sense of power. Anticipation hummed through his senses as she obeyed, lifting her skirt to gather at her waist. Her black thigh highs and matching black thong looked lovely against her pale, flawless skin. God, she was sexy—and all his.
She made to go over his lap, hesitating for only a second before settling into place. Remembering the many pictures in the otk folder on her computer, which he discovered was an acronym for over-the-knee, he wrapped one leg over hers and positioned her bottom high while she rested her head on the couch. He rubbed her flesh, all the way from her upper thighs to her backside, eliciting a shiver and a small gasp from her.
The images on her laptop raced through his thoughts, as well as the many stories he’d read. In most of the stories, the man had scolded the woman before the spanking. Perhaps he should do the same. But first—he traced the line of her thong, down her crevice and lower, where he brushed a finger across the slip of fabric that covered her pussy. She jerked slightly, but he strengthened his hold and slipped a finger underneath the flimsy protection to explore her folds.
She was soaking wet.
Kaden groaned. “Oh, Lacey. You’re turned on right now. Aren’t you?” He shoved a digit inside her tight channel, exploring her further.
“I-I don’t know.”
“Don’t lie to me, young lady. You do know.” He easily moved a second finger into her wet entrance and pumped a few times, demonstrating the level of her arousal. “The evidence speaks for itself, no? You’re all hot and wet down here. I bet you feel an urgent ache and you’re longing for me to touch your clit.”
She whimpered but didn’t respond.
Time for her scolding. Kaden withdrew his delving fingers, teasing her with a brief feather light graze over her engorged clit, and cupped her bottom cheeks. “Now then, you cursed at me twice today, little girl. Do you think that’s appropriate behavior for a lady, especially toward her fiancé?”
“I’m sorry,” she replied in a small breathless voice.
“You deserve a spanking, don’t you?”
“Yes, sir.”
Sir. The word fell from her lips naturally and appealed to his base desires. He gazed down at her as his chest filled with emotion, an overwhelming sense of love, power, tenderness, and intimacy. He wondered if she suspected he’d found the pictures, but now wasn’t the time to bring it up. He wanted to prove with his actions that he was more than accepting of her kink.
“That’s right. You deserve a spanking. A long, hard spanking on your bare bottom.” He tugged down her thong to rest above her thigh highs. “I want to see all of you during your spanking,” he explained. Her smooth shaven, pink pussy lips appeared swollen with desire, and a hint of moisture had spread to her outer folds. The pungent scent of her arousal hung in the air.
Smack. He brought his hand down on her left cheek and watched in amazement as a red handprint transpired on her otherwise creamy white flesh. Lacey gasped but remained still. Kaden swatted her other cheek and didn’t pause this time, alternating the spanking from right to left bottom cheek. His rock-hard cock pressed against Lacey’s stomach.
He couldn’t wait to fuck her senseless, right here on the living room floor.
“Are you learning your lesson, young lady?” He rained more slaps down, admiring the increasing pinkness covering her bottom.
“Ow! Yes, sir. I’m learning my lesson. I won’t curse at you again. I swear.” She spoke between gasps while he continued to spank her, her tone one of contrition.
“This is what happens to naughty girls, Lacey.” He moved to strike the curve of her bottom where her thighs met her ass cheeks, an area the stories claimed hurt the most. The sit spot. To his delight, she cried out, nearly a howl, when he landed a few quick slaps to this particular part of her anatomy. “Naughty girls get their bare bottoms spanked hard.”
“It hurts!”
“You’re being punished. It’s supposed to hurt.” He spotted more moisture glistening on her folds and struggled to repress a moan. If his cock got any harder, it would bust out of his jeans. “Are you going to behave now?”
“Oh, yes. I promise I’ll be a good girl.”
He gave her five more firm slaps before stopping. Gently, he rubbed her reddened cheeks as she lay breathless over his lap. The sight of her punished bottom drove him mad with desire.
God, he wanted her now. On the couch. On the floor. It didn’t matter where, as long as he was balls deep inside her.
As he continued to massage her backside, he concentrated on the knowledge he’d gained from reading the stories on her laptop. He’d scolded her in a firm but loving manner and spanked her soundly, but what about corner time? Yes, she might enjoy that. After all, the folder marked corner time had contained dozens of pictures of ladies standing in a corner with their skirts raised, some of them displaying cute pouts, while others looked far more contrite. He might as well go all out and give her exactly what she wanted, and the idea of observing her in the corner with her red butt on display was more than appealing.
“It’s over.” He urged her to rise up. With his help, she managed to stand on her own feet.
She peered up at him timidly.
“You spanked me. You really spanked me.”
“I did.” He cupped her pussy as he drew her close. “You were a naughty girl.”
Her eyes flitted shut and she leaned on his shoulder, moaning as he spread her juices in precise circles over her hardened clit.
“And soon I’m going to fuck you, Lacey.” He pulled back to meet her glazed-over eyes. “But first, you’re going to stand in the corner with your skirt raised and your punished ass on display, while you reflect upon your actions and what led to this spanking.”
“You can’t be serious!”
“No arguments. And if I catch you rubbing, you’ll get a dose of the hairbrush. Understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Right there.” He gestured to a vacant corner in the living room.
“For how long?” Eyes wide and full of blissful shock, she bit her lip while Kaden mulled over her sentence.
“Fifteen minutes.”
*
A throbbing sting covered Lacey’s backside, and the urge to rub her sore cheeks was unbearable.
Kaden had spanked her!
She tried to process the events, place them in order, and make some sense of what had just happened. He’d always been dominant, but he’d never given her more than one or two slaps at a time, and those were delivered in innocent play. Or so she thought. Was he a spanko too?
She sensed his strong presence behind her. Though she dared not turn around, she knew he was seated on the couch, observing her every move. The minutes crept by at an agonizing pace. Surely an hour had passed. She longed to talk to Kaden about what had happened. Not because she hadn’t liked it—she’d freaking loved it—but because she needed to understand his reasons.
Did the idea of spanking her turn him on? Was it purely sexual or did it delve into the realm of true disciplinary spankings? Either way, she wouldn’t judge him. Hell, she wanted to bury her face in the solid comfort of his chest and cry tears of happiness. He was more than her true love and soul mate. He was her kinky kindred spirit, or so it seemed.
“Time’s up.”
Her breath hitched and she turned around halfway. “May I please fix my skirt in place, sir?”
“You may.”
She winced as the material brushed over her sore flesh. After she bent to pull up her thong, she straightened her skirt again and turned to face Kaden. He stood up and approached her, his gaze intense.
“Come here.” He opened his arms, beckoning her inside his circle of warmth and comfort.
Lacey’s lip quivered unexpectedly. Emotion welled up in her chest, as well as a wondrous sense of relief, and she flung herself into his embrace. They hugged in the middle of the room, no words passing betwee
n them. She had a million questions, but didn’t have the heart to end the intimate moment.
The minutes crept by again, but this time it wasn’t agonizing. Sighing, she turned her head, allowing her ear to rest over his heart. She inhaled his familiar masculine scent while listening to the steady beating of his heart. This was home. Their wedding couldn’t come soon enough. She couldn’t wait to be Mrs. Kaden Prescott.
As her eyes aimlessly roamed the living room, she caught sight of her laptop on a side table. How strange. She could’ve sworn she’d left it in the bedroom. Kaden had gone to his office to answer a few emails last night and she’d sat in bed, surfing the net. She’d checked her social media accounts, email, bought a sexy pair of pumps, and—oh fucking God.
She’d looked at spanking pictures. Not only that, but she wasn’t certain she’d closed the files.
A surge of white-hot anger stole through her.
“You jerk!” She escaped his embrace and backed up, placing her hands on her hips.
“Excuse me?” To his credit, confusion clouded Kaden’s handsome features.
She stabbed a finger in the direction of her laptop. “You were on my computer!” She paused to run two hands through her hair at the same time, rocking slightly in place as the shock of the truth hit her. “It’s hot pink! I assumed you would keep your grimy man-hands off a girly pink laptop.”
“Grimy man hands?” He fought to suppress a grin, with little success, and crossed his arms over his chest.
“This isn’t funny! I’m so damn mad at you right now, Kaden. How could you snoop around on my laptop like that? I’m completely humiliated. I’ll never be able to look you in the eye again.”
“Why are you being so defensive? So you like spanking. That’s nothing to be embarrassed over. I spent all morning looking at those pictures. Some of them were pretty hot.”
“Oh my God.” Lacey moved past Kaden to sink down on the couch, holding her head in her hands. “Please tell me you didn’t find the stories.”
“Sweetheart, I found them.” He sank down beside her and put an arm around her shoulders. Angry as she still was, Lacey didn’t push him away. Her stomach twisted.
“Why did you use my laptop? You’ve never touched it before.”
“I spilled coffee on mine right before my meeting this morning. Got the black screen of death.” He wrapped his other arm around her front, drawing her against his chest. Though her body remained stiff, she allowed it.
“I wanted to tell you. Really, I did. But I didn’t think you’d understand.”
“I’ll admit it shocked me at first. But after I read a few of the stories and did a little research on the Internet, it started to make sense. It’s your kink. Nothing wrong with it and there’s no need to feel embarrassed. Trust me, I had a raging hard-on from all my research today, and spanking you gave me a raging hard-on too.”
Lacey sighed and relaxed in his hold. “I think I’m gonna cry. I’ve wanted to tell you for so long, but…” Sure enough, a few stupid tears found their way down her cheek. She wiped them away, laughing.
“I’m sorry I invaded your privacy, Lacey. But I really needed to use your laptop, and those pictures were impossible to miss. After that, I was too intrigued, and also a little worried that you weren’t satisfied with our relationship, to just close up your laptop.”
Relief washed over Lacey. She squirmed in her seat, feeling the lingering sting on her bottom. “You have nothing to worry about. I love you.” She paused and a playful spark ignited in her gaze. “You spank hard! I’ll be lucky to sit through work tomorrow.”
He kissed her forehead, chuckling deep in his throat. “Sitting through work will be the least of your problems, baby. I’m about to fuck you so hard, you’ll be lucky to make it out of bed tomorrow.”
Chapter Three
Kaden crawled over Lacey on the couch and pinned her wrists down. He kissed her thoroughly, delving his tongue deep and taking command, leaving her breathless and flushed when he finally pulled back. Their clothing was scattered about the room, both of them completely naked. He rubbed his throbbing cock against her moist center, teasing her with the tip of his length.
“Please. I need you inside me.”
He released her wrists, then cupped one breast and pinched her other nipple, hard enough to make Lacey whimper. “Beg some more.”
“Please-please-please.” She reached for his cock, positioning it straight at her entrance. “I’m burning up.”
He recaptured her wrists and thrust forward, impaling her with one swift move. Fuck yes. Her breasts arched up at his intrusion, and he lapped his tongue over a pebbled nipple while he remained submerged in her sweet warmth, motionless for several moments.
She squirmed underneath him, encouraging him to move inside her. Drawing back to gaze into her beautiful blue eyes, he shot her a stern look.
“You’re going to take what I give you, Lacey, all of it. Aren’t you?”
A frustrated moan ripped from her throat as she tried to gyrate her hips, but he had her pinned so tight she couldn’t move a smidge. “Oh, come on! You’re being mean.” She stilled and stared up at him, her lips forming a pretty pout. Her breath came in quick puffs, her chest heaving.
“You want me to be mean?” He tightened his hold on her wrists. “Is that what you want, young lady?” He withdrew his cock almost completely, until only the tip remained inside her pussy. After her eyes locked with his, he slammed into her and pumped in and out with fury, as if he were claiming her as his for the very first time. Keeping up the quick momentum of thrusts, he released her wrists and grabbed her hips to propel her center higher, allowing him to deepen the strokes.
He pounded her pussy and remained in control, setting the pace of their fucking. When he felt her relax underneath him and open her legs wider in invitation, he stilled and slapped her ass from the side.
“Please don’t stop,” she whimpered.
“I want you on the floor, on your hands and knees so I can fuck that pretty pussy of yours from behind.”
Some of her awareness returned as her eyes widened. He pulled her up and gave her bottom another slap before pointing at the floor. “Be a good girl and get on all fours.”
Her breath hissed in and she froze in place for a second, but in the next moment she scrambled to comply with his demands. Watching her wait on the floor with her punished bottom high in the air gave Kaden an erotic thrill like none other.
He stripped off his clothes, all the while keeping his eyes on Lacey. Kneeling behind her, he stroked the base of his cock as he positioned himself at her moist slit. Her hair cascaded down to the floor like a curtain obscuring her face, and he reached for a handful of those sleek dark locks to tug her head up.
The curve of her back deepened and her ass rose higher, inviting his entrance.
He surged forward in that instant, thrusting all the way to the hilt in one harsh move. Being rough with Lacey had never been so much fun, and he knew he had the passion and intimacy brought about by the spanking to thank for that.
“Christ, you feel so good.” He gave her hair another yank and placed his free hand on her hip. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room. He fucked her hard and fast, without mercy, his fingers digging into the softness of her hip.
Lacey remained in place, on her hands and knees like a good girl. It wasn’t long before a light sheen of sweat glistened on her back. A cry pierced the air as she came, her walls convulsing around his cock as she shuddered her orgasm.
The feel of her tightness clamping down around him pushed Kaden over the edge. His vision blurred as his balls tingled hot and his seed spurted deep within her walls.
Neither of them moved for several minutes, and once he finally caught his breath, he pulled out of Lacey’s pussy slowly and gathered her on his lap, cradling her against his chest. The perfume scent of her shampoo tickled his nose, and he stroked her hair as the perfection of this moment washed over him.
“Are yo
u all right?” he asked.
“Never been better.” Her voice sounded dreamy. She shifted to kiss the pulse point on his neck and snuggled back against his chest. “Um, Kaden?”
“Yes?”
“Can we do that again?”
Chapter Four
The steady ticking of the office clock threatened to drive Lacey crazy. Only three hours separated her from a special four-day Valentine’s Day weekend with Kaden, but it might as well be thirty. Each hour today had passed with agonizing slowness. Having only scheduled clients in the morning, Lucky Amy had gone home at lunchtime.
Lacey yearned to leave now, but she had five more clients to deal with before locking up the office. As she waited for Mrs. Bakersfield to arrive for a two o’clock appointment, Lacey’s thoughts strayed to the recent spankings Kaden had given her, as well as the invigorated sex life they were enjoying as a result.
Cold air rushed into the office as Mrs. Bakersfield hurried through the door, cutting off her musings.
“Sorry I’m late! Wow, it’s like Valentine’s Day in here. Outside too.”
Lacey laughed. “It’s the fourteenth of February, Mrs. Bakersfield. It is Valentine’s Day.”
The elderly woman smoothed a hand through her curly gray hair and hobbled over to take a seat across from Lacey. “Oh my. I’d better stop by the mall on the way home and get some new lingerie to surprise Harold with. Hope they have something lacy and red in my size.” The wrinkles in her face deepened when she smiled broadly and winked.
Lacey smothered a laugh and opened a file to get started. The old woman needed advice on what kind of college savings account to open for her two grandchildren. Easy peasy stuff. Lacey was grateful she wouldn’t have to think too hard during this appointment.
When five o’clock neared, it was all Lacey could to do keep from shooing the young couple out the door who needed serious financial planning help. She made a mental note to close the office next Valentine’s Day. Kaden had been teasing her for days that he would have a naughty surprise for her when she arrived home, and the anticipation was killing her.
