I see the way she’s looking at me. There is a simmer of excitement in her eyes, and I don’t think the conversation is the only thing she’s interested in.
I sure as fucking didn’t expect my night to go this way, but I might just see where it leads.
Chapter Seven
Ainsley
I feel more drawn to Lawson by the minute. I lied when I said I’d be too drunk to walk back to my hotel if I had another drink. I’m feeling it for sure, but not that much. I had so much adrenaline running through my veins after he caught us trashing his office that it’s a miracle I even feel it at all.
Lawson is so much fun to talk to. He isn’t condescending in a hurtful way, and he doesn’t speak down to me; he jokes about the things he doesn’t approve of in a way that doesn’t make me feel like utter shit for doing it in the first place. I can’t help but wonder if that isn’t something that has come with experience based on what he told me about the problems he had with his family.
I might be jumping the gun since I don’t know him that well yet, but it’s hard to believe someone had him locked down and let him go. Especially someone that he loved enough to try to make them change their mind. I’m sitting here drowning in the words I want to say, and totally scared of ruining the pleasant conversation we’re having.
Isn’t alcohol supposed to give me courage? It’s doing the exact opposite. At least my hand feels better; small miracles, I suppose.
“Alright, I’m back. I think we were about to plan the sequel?” Lawson walks into his office, sits down, and reaches for a cigarette.
“I believe so.” I nod and instinctively reach for a cigarette of when I see him do it. This time, he lights it for me before I get a chance to grab my lighter.
“How is the cheerleader going to find Kryptonite?” Lawson tilts his head inquisitively. “I doubt there will be any laying around her high school.”
“No, probably not.” I ponder for a moment. “She’ll have other things to deal with first, especially if she isn’t really a zombie. I mean, she just got in trouble at school and suspended…”
“Ah, yes.” He nods in agreement. “She can’t really hunt for Kryptonite if she’s grounded.”
“Don’t you think she’d be in more trouble than that?” I lift my cigarette to my lips and exhale a stream of smoke.
“Perhaps…” He seems to be considering it.
“What would you do?” I feel my heart beating a little faster. “She’d have to be punished, right?”
I know exactly where I’m going with the question. The alcohol may be giving me a little boost of courage after all.
“Of course.” He narrows his eyes. “What do you think should happen to her?”
“She probably deserves a spanking.” I chew my bottom lip nervously.
“It sounds like the sequel might have to be kept behind the counter…” He looks down and laughs.
I could make a joke and play it off, but the opportunity is right in front of me. I can’t turn it down.
“I’m sure I deserve one after everything I did tonight.” I feel my body surge with electricity.
“Perhaps.” Lawson nods and takes another drag from his cigarette. “Luckily, you got off easy—all you had to do was clean up the mess you made.”
“That covers your office, but what about everything else?” I tilt my head inquisitively. “Isn’t the cheerleader in trouble for a few more things? I did all of that too…”
I notice a shift in Lawson’s demeanor. The hint of a smile on his face fades. It’s almost enough to make me uncomfortable. He levels his gaze on me, and I see what I previously assumed was a permanent scowl return.
“Is that what you want?” His eyes narrow, and he puts out his cigarette. “A spanking?”
“Maybe…” My pulse begins to race, and my body trembles.
“It’s a yes or no question.” He leans forward.
“The cheerleader would be in trouble…” I stammer over my words.
“I’m not talking to the cheerleader right now. I’m talking you, Ainsley Andrews.” His tone gets a little firmer. “You’re the one who brought it up.”
I’ve wanted someone to ask me that question for a really long time. I didn’t think anyone ever would. It’s exactly what I was hinting at. It wasn’t meant to be a bluff, but he’s called it anyway, and I can’t make the right words come out of my mouth.
But they do.
“Yes.” I nearly choke on my response, and it comes out more like a sigh.
“Say yes one more time, and I’m going to come over there and give you what you’re asking for.” He puts his hand on the edge of his desk.
My heart feels like it’s going to explode in my chest. It’s never beat this hard before. I’m at the point of no return, and I don’t know how to say anything other than what I’ve already said.
“Yes…” My lips tremble as soon as the answer leaves them.
Lawson stands, and I lock eyes with him as he approaches. It’s really going to happen. I have no idea if a spanking is all that I’m going to get, or if it will lead to more, but I feel like I’ve been waiting my whole life for this to happen.
“Stand up.” He motions to me.
“Yes, sir.” I nod and obey.
Lawson sits on the couch and reaches for the hand that isn’t bandaged. He guides me into position until I’m draped across his knee. My skirt is too short to cover my ass, but it doesn’t seem to matter much at this point.
“Bad influence?” He looks down at me. “That’s the truth.”
It takes me a moment, but then I realize he’s reading what is written across the back of my panties; my skirt covers a lot less than I thought.
“It seemed funny at the time.” I wince. “Maybe not so much now.”
I’ve imagined myself in this position so many times. I don’t even remember when it turned into a curiosity I couldn’t satisfy, but I remember every bit of the frustration that went with it. To have it happen—here, now—with a guy as hot as Lawson. It’s a dream come true and terrifying at the same time. All of the rejection I went through over the years seems worth it for the first time in my life, and I don’t even know if I’ll see him again after tonight.
“Alright, what do you want to be spanked for first? Dress code violation? Smoking? Drinking?” He slides my skirt into position so that it provides a little more modesty.
“We should probably save the worst for last…” I look over my shoulder at him.
“Drinking?” He tilts his head slightly.
“I think I smoked more than I drank.” I raise an eyebrow. “It might be a toss-up?”
“You know better than I do; we’ll save the smoking for last.” He nods. “How many do you think you deserve for being out of dress code?”
“Um…” My brow furrows. “Ten?”
“That seems a little light.” He shakes his head. “Especially for a skirt this short.”
“Twenty?” I grimace.
“Fair…” He nods, and I feel his hand on my ass.
I don’t know if I’m going to enjoy being spanked or if I'll hate it, but I envision a little of both. Twenty doesn’t sound that bad, and if it doesn’t turn out to be as enticing as it is in my head, I’m sure he’ll stop.
SMACK! Lawson’s hand comes down on the back of my skirt.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Oh wow.” I exhale sharply.
It’s a mixture of exhilaration and regret tied together in a strange harmony. I barely get a chance to catch my breath before his hand comes down again.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“We take dress code violations very seriously around here.” He sounds like he’s struggling to be gruff, but he’s pulling it off well.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Yes, sir!” I squirm on his knee as his hand starts to heat up my ass.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
A couple of seconds pass before I realize he’s done, with that
part of my punishment at least. My body is reacting to the experience just like it did when I fantasized about it. I definitely want more.
“I believe it’s time to discuss your drinking.” He adjusts my skirt and lets his hand rest on the back of it.
“Ten?” I ask playfully.
“You know you’re getting more than that.” He firms up his tone. “I should raise your skirt and give you ten on your panties just for suggesting a number that low.”
“Twenty?” I hesitate for a moment. “On my panties?”
“That’s a little more reasonable, but I think you deserve more. I’ll cut it off at thirty since I’m raising your skirt for this spanking.” He nods.
“Yes, sir.” I sigh and feel a lump rise in my throat. I don’t even know why. Maybe I really do feel a naughty girl in trouble.
Lawson folds my skirt above my waist, and I feel his hand on my panties. A second later, he lifts it up high enough for me to see it out of the corner of my eye.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
It feels harder without my skirt to protect me, but I still like it.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Ow…” I wince when the last one lands because it is starting to sting.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“You’re lucky that you’re not getting a whole lot more than this, young lady.” He pauses for a moment, then his hand comes down again.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Yes, sir!” I whimper and squirm on his knee.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Consider this a very stern warning.” His hand pauses, but not for long.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Ow! Yes, sir!” I nod in agreement.
The stinging sensation is still there after he stops. It really does feel like punishment. I wasn’t sure if he was actually going to spank me, but he’s giving me exactly what I asked for.
“Now…” He lets his hand rest on my panties. “Smoking.”
“It isn’t the first time I’ve been in trouble for this.” I let out a soft little sigh.
“You didn’t learn your lesson the first time?” he grunts.
I know I’m digging myself a deeper hole to crawl into, but I can’t help it.
“Not the first time.” I hesitate. “Or the second time—or the third time.”
“I see why we saved this one for last.” He nods. “That answers the first question I had.”
“What’s that?” I chew my bottom lip nervously.
“Whether or not your panties need to come down.” I feel his hand move, and he twists the waistband in his fingers.
“Yes, sir…” I take a deep breath.
Lawson slides my panties down my hips, and I feel my wetness as they are pulled away from my pussy. There’s no way he won’t notice.
I feel especially vulnerable once my panties are wrapped around my thighs. I never expected to be over the knee of the first guy who pulled them down, but I’m not complaining. Lawson is a wet dream and then some.
“Alright, naughty girl. You really didn’t learn your lesson the first three times?” Lawson’s hand rests on my ass.
“No, sir,” I admit.
“Then we won’t be counting these.” He adjusts me on his knee. “I’m going to spank you until I believe you won’t do it again.”
“Oh god…” I gasp.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Lawson begins to spank me hard and fast, or maybe it just feels that way because I don’t have my panties to absorb any of the sting. I used to fantasize about being taken over an older man’s knee for a very real bare bottom spanking, and it appears that is exactly what I’m going to get.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Ow, I’m sorry…” I whimper as I writhe on Lawson’s knee, but he holds me in position.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
I feel my eyes watering. The spanking hurts, but it is isn’t the only reason. There is something buried deeper, an emotional unraveling that has been lingering below the surface like a need that could never be satisfied. I always wanted someone to punish me. To care enough to do it. It’s the source of so many hidden desires and rooted into my soul.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Please, I won’t do it again!” A whimper, a whine, and a tiny little sob follow my words.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“I bet you said that every single time you got in trouble for this, didn’t you?” Lawson’s words are firm and cut right through my plea.
“Yes, sir!” I admit with another whimper.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“What makes this time any different?” It’s a legitimate question.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“I didn’t get a spanking for it!” I squirm harder than I have all night, but Lawson easily keeps me from moving away from his hand.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Lawson has lit a fire on my ass and in my soul. Both of them are burning with a beautiful intensity. I’ve always felt like I was broken, like I could never be put back together because the pieces were lost. I don’t feel that way right now. I feel whole. I feel complete.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“I’ve learned my lesson! I promise!” My body jerks, and then something begins to happen; it takes me a second to realize what it is.
I’m about to come.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
It hits me so fast that I don’t have time to try to stop it. I’ve been squirming and writhing on his knee to the point that it’s created just enough friction to send me over the edge. Especially with this much excitement coursing through my veins.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
I shudder, shake, and there’s no way to hide what is happening. All I can do is give in and surrender to what my body craves.
“Oh god!” My mouth opens wide, and the pleasure consumes me.
It isn’t a long orgasm, but it’s a powerful one. It devours my emotions and turns everything into bliss before a blast of euphoria sweeps through my body.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to do that.” I pull away from Lawson’s grasp and pull my panties up as I slide to the floor.
“There’s nothing to apologize for.” Lawson’s arms engulf me in a tight embrace. “It’s okay.”
I feel more vulnerable now than I did when my panties were pulled down. Raw, unfiltered emotions come to the surface as the euphoria begins to fade. I rest my head on my shoulder and try to hold back the tears, but a couple of sobs still push through.
“You can cry if you need to.” Lawson’s hand lightly strokes the back of my head.
I do need to cry. Everything begins to hit me all at once. So many thoughts. So many feelings. I’ve never felt this kind of warmth. It’s like my mind has found a way to spin ecstasy and melancholy into a singular emotion.
Lawson holds me while I cry tears that are both happy and sad. He speaks softly into my ear and tells me everything is going to be okay. I’ve needed to hear that for so long, and for the first time in my life, I actually believe it.
“I’m such a mess.” I lean back from his embrace and wipe my eyes.
“I think you need to get some rest.” He brushes my hair out of my face and tucks it behind my ear. “It’s been a long night.”
“Thank you.” I nod. “For everything.”
Lawson lifts me up onto the couch, and I stretch out on it. I don’t even have time to tell him that I’m cold before he
reaches behind the couch to grab a blanket. He obviously wasn’t lying when he said that he’s spent the night in his office a few times.
I watch as he finishes his drink, turns off the light, and lays down on the floor next to the couch. I still have a few emotions lingering, but I’m more amazed by him than what is going on inside my head.
I literally orgasmed on top of him, and he didn’t ask for anything in return. I would have done anything. He could have taken my virginity, and I would have given it to him without a single regret in the world. Part of me wishes he would have ripped my panties off before I had a chance to pull them up.
But he realized I needed a hug more than anything else. The warmth of his embrace was as amazing as the pleasure that consumed me.
I don’t want this night to end. I don’t want to wake up tomorrow and go back to the life I had before I met him. I’ve searched for this too long to watch it slip through my fingers again.
I hope there’s a chance for more…
Chapter Eight
Lawson
I have no idea what I’m feeling right now. I’ve never met anyone like Ainsley. I thought she would chicken out before I ever made it to the couch, or I would smack her ass a few times, and that would be the end of it. I definitely wasn’t expecting it to go that far, but once I saw how submissive she was—how she begged for it—I couldn’t force myself to stop.
Even then, I didn’t expect it to make her come.
There was a point when I regretted offering it, but that hesitation ended the second she was across my knee. I told myself I would see where the night went, and it certainly when somewhere unexpected.
I came to the party tonight ready to get it over with so I could drink myself to sleep. Just so I could wake up and begin another miserable day.
I don’t feel that miserable anymore. Talking to her was so much fun, and what happened after… I’m sure I’ll have some dreams that make me wish things had gone further than they did. I thought they might, and I was ready to say fuck it to every inhibition I had, but it wasn’t what she needed. That’s perfectly fine with me. I’ll be able to sleep easier knowing that I didn’t take advantage of her when she was so vulnerable.
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