Collections – Part 2

This is a continuation of the story started at Collections. The final part will be available on Friday.

 

Ellie spent a restless night, tossing and turning in the king size bed while her mind wandered to what awaited her. The shackle locking her ankle to the footboard didn’t help, as it kept reminding her of her status. The sun was poking into the windows as exhaustion finally overtook her.

 

She awoke to find Jerry unlocking the shackle around her ankle. Her head ached from the hangover starting to take hold along of her still exhausted mind. She covered her eyes, trying to focus on the man towering over the end of the bed.

 

“We have one hour before we have to leave for the airport. You can take a shower if you would like, but the door remains unlocked.” Jerry told her. They had a short jump across the channel to Heathrow then a good nine hours to Atlanta and another short jump to Tampa. By the end of this long day he would be finishing up with this case, and earning a nice bonus also.

 

Ellie gathered up every piece of clothing she had and stumbled to the bathroom. She started to lock the door, when a tingle of pain in her bottom made her think better of it. Instead, she stripped off her clothes, tossing them in a pile on the counter. In a ritual practiced by naughty young ladies for decades, she aimed her bottom at the mirror and twisted her torso to survey the damage.

 

“Ouch.” Ellie mumbled to herself, running her finger over the red splotches decorating her bottom. “That was hmmm…hmm.., not something I expected,” she thought aloud. Her mind went back to last night, the expectations she had when returning to the hotel room, the sudden change in Jerry’s demeanor and then the incident. The mix of emotions filling her head confused her. Embarrassment seemed completely logical, but the curiosity seems, well, wrong. Why was she so interested in such a barbaric act? It was wrong to hit a lady, but now it seemed so exciting at the same time. What was wrong with her?

 

BANG, BANG, BANG! “Hey, you better get moving; cause we are leaving in 45 minutes, no matter how you are dressed, or undressed!” Jerry yelled through the door.

 

The disruption startled Ellie out of her thoughts. She went straight for the shower, hiding behind the frosted glass divider as she peered around the corner, watching for the door to open. Her legs started to feel weak as she waited for her capture to burst into the bathroom. Thousands of thoughts raced through her mind as stared at the door. What would he do? Would he yell at her? Would he haul her out? Would he spank her again? Would he let her get dressed or keep her naked? Would he try to force himself on her? Would he spank her?

 

After what seemed like an hour to Ellie, but was only a few minutes, she relented that Jerry wasn’t coming in to the bathroom, at least in the near future. Turning on the hot water, she started in her daily routine, only to be reminded of the heat below when the hot water pulsated across her backside.

 

Ellie made due with the hotel provided toiletries as she went through her morning routine, pronouncing herself ready minutes before Jerry’s deadline. They took a black Mercedes to the airport. Ellie found it curious they took a town car instead of the Aston Martin, but figured it was just a rental for show and he’d probably returned it before waking her up this morning.

 

At the airport, Jerry led her to a side door inside the terminal. After winding their way through a few bleak hallways, they reached a VIP security checkpoint. Jerry handed over some papers, which the security officer read over, looked at him and Ellie then ushered them both past the metal detectors and into the waiting room.

 

Ellie fell asleep almost immediately upon getting sitting in one of the overstuff chairs. Jerry was glad, because this was typically the time when his targets started negotiate their release. Sometimes he’d humor himself and led them on, and let them think he was actually considering letting them go, even though he never had lost a target. It was a record he was proud of, and the primary reason why he got this higher profile cases with their fatter paydays.

 

The plane landed just long enough at Heathrow to allow a few dozen passengers to disembark and be replaced with new ones. Ellie had fallen back asleep after take-off and her slumber hadn’t been disturbed by the landing. Once they were back in the air, Jerry would be able to relax, and more important to him at the moment, use the bathroom.

 

“Ahh,” Ellie let out a yawn, stretching her arms as she returned to the land of the living. “So, where are we at?” she asked

 

“Over the north Atlantic, about 5 hours from Atlanta,” Jerry answered. The question was odd for a target. It was a perfectly normal question for a person waking up on vacation flight, but unusual for one of his targets. His targets were normally too scared for such a pedestrian question.

 

“Anything good on the in flight movie?” she asked, picking up the headphones in the seatback in front of her.

 

“Not really, just a rom-com and a Disney flick,” Jerry replied, looking at Ellie curiously. There was something wrong, but he wasn’t quite sure what it was yet. She couldn’t escape, even though he had removed the handcuffs after they took off from Heathrow.

 

She plugged in the headphones and played with the dials until the romantic comedy started playing on the tiny TV in the headrest. Jerry looked out of the side of his eye, trying to figure out what she was up to, but for the life of him, he could not figure it out.

 

The rest of the flight was uneventful, lulling Jerry into a false sense of peace. He was beginning to believe she accepted her situation and wouldn’t cause any more trouble as the plane touched down at Hartsfield-Jackson.

 

Without any checked bags, the pair went straight for the customs line. The later arrival time meant there was almost no line. Jerry took the lead when they approached the customs officer.

 

“Name?” the customs officer asked as Jerry handed over both passports.

 

“Gerald Houston,” Jerry answered.

 

The customs officer thumbed through one of the little books. “And your nationality?”

 

“United States.”

 

“What was the purpose of your trip?”

 

“Work,” Jerry said.

 

Ellie immediately added, “yup, just blowing up airports.”

 

Jerry spun around on his heels to face her but his six foot two inch frame did not stand a chance when the marine national guardsman collided with his lower back.

 

“What?” Jerry cried out as he it the floor. A second and third guardsmen surrounded the pair, covering the with their M16s. Jerry attempted to get up but was summarily shoved prone. With his face crushed against the floor, he could hear Ellie giggling over the radio chatter of the soldiers and customs officers.

 

The pair were detained individually for the next four hours as Jerry’s single suitcase was searched and they were interrogated by customs officers, a national guardsmen major, a TSA agent and a pair of gruff looking men from homeland security. Jerry kept repeating the same answers; “I am a bounty hunter. I a court order to retrieve the girl and bring her back to Florida.” And the biggest one, “No, I am not a terrorist.”

 

Jerry was relieved when suddenly the Major entered the interrogation room with some paperwork, including his and Ellie’s passport.

 

“Mr. Houston, your story checks out. You are free to go,” the major said, handing over the documents and passport.

 

“Thank-you. And Elizabeth?” he had assumed the whole job was FUBAR now, but it couldn’t hurt to ask.

 

“She is handcuffed and waiting at the door,” the Major said, holding open the door.

 

“Thank-you,” Jerry said. He followed the officer out through the maze of hallways until he arrived at the exit, where Ellie and a TSA officer waited.

 

Jerry brisked Ellie down the concourses to there next gate, hoping the plane would still be there by some miracle. As with this job so far, miracles were not on the side of Jerry. The waiting area was mostly deserted and lone gate attendant stood behind the counter, typing away at the computer embedded inside.

 

“We are here for flight 169,” Jerry blurted out, slightly out of breath from 2 mile trek through the airport.

 

“Sorry sir, the plane just left the gate. I can check to see if there any seats available on later flights,” the gate attendant said told him, before returning to the computer behind the gate counter.

 

“Yes, please,” Jerry grumbled before glaring at Ellie. There was no question, he was mad and it was all Ellie’s fault.

 

“Hmmm, I can get you on a flight at 9:30 tomorrow morning,” the attendant said after typing away at the computer.

 

“No, that won’t work. It’ll be too late. What about other airlines?”

 

“I doubt it. There was some bad weather come through this morning so everyone had to cancel a few flights. We are all booked solid until the morning.”

 

Jerry growled at Ellie, who wilted under his stare. She knew missing their flight was all her fault and felt bad about it. “Well we are off to the rental car desk,” Jerry growled, yanking Ellie along by her arm.

 

—–

 

“You have the blue Accord. Have a nice trip,” the sales clerk told them handing the keys over to Jerry. He took them and stashed them in his pants pocket before doing the same with the paperwork before taking Ellie by the arm and walking her to the car.

 

He summarily placed her in the passenger’s seat before locking the door and closing her in. A couple turns out of the parking lot and they were on the interstate, heading towards I-75 and it’s path to Florida.

 

The lights of Atlanta faded in the distance as they took the interstate south. He had eleven hours to make the six hour drive and earn the bonus. A bonus that would go a long way in cleaning up some old debts. Worst case scenario, they missed the bonus deadline and he only got his regular retrieval fee.

 

He was making good time, with light traffic and not a cop in sight. They were about an hour south of Macon when Ellie said her first words since the incident in the airport.

 

“Jerry, why are you doing this?” Ellie asked.

 

“Cause it’s my job,” he answered without really thinking about it.

 

“So you are getting paid to take me back to Tampa? What if I doubled it? You know I have the money,” she asked.

 

He let out a chuckle before saying, “How? Your accounts here in the states have been frozen since you fled.”

 

“But I have friends and they’d loan me the money,” she responded with a little more attitude.

 

“No. I think I’ll just take you back and make my fee.” He could only see a payoff ending poorly for him.

 

“Then what could I give you that would make you change your mind?” she asked, pulling the side of her blouse low, exposing a portion of her right breast.

 

“Sex?”

 

“If that’s what you want.”

 

“Na, I think I’ll just take you back.” Jerry tried keeping his eyes on the road, rather than the harlot in the passenger’s seat. She had caused him enough problems already.

 

Ellie puffed out her lower lip while tilting her face downward slightly into a quintessential pouty face. “You don’t find me sexy?”

 

Jerry let out a chuckle, keeping his eyes glued on the dark abyss of highway before the car. Ellie though notice a slight shift he had made in his hips, likely to relieve some tension she thought. Well she knew how to fix that.

 

Jerry was too focused on concentration on driving to realize Ellie undoing her safety belt or twisting around in her seat. It took a second for him to realize what she was doing, allowing her to get his pants open and start fumbling with his boxers.

 

“HEY!” Jerry yelled at her, slapping at her head with his right hand. She had already freed him when he hit the back of her shoulders. The light slap added to her downward momentum, encouraging her to take all of him on the first gulp.

 

Her mouth was even better than he remembered. She held him tight, letting him tickle her tonsils for as long as she could stand. Pulling off for a quick breath, she played her tongue across his tip, never letting him free of her warm embrace.

 

After the multiple sexual laced encounters between the two, Jerry found it amazingly difficult to resist her current attention. He was beyond rock hard and releasing the sexual tension was all he could think about. He would have better served to pay attention to the highway, for he completely missed the slight bend in the highway until the compact car was throwing gravel.

 

Jerry immediately swung the wheel to the left, trying to return the car to the road. Braking would have been a better idea, especially in a car with narrow sideways on its tires. The right front tire caught on the edge of the pavement, separating the tire from its bead, deflating the tire instantly.

 

“POOF! WHAP! WHAP! GREETCCHHH!”

 

The flat tire hit the road, popping the car towards the left lane. Ellie flew upwards, knocking his left hand from the steering wheel and landing across his lap. His right hand grabbed the wheel, and pulled right just as they entered the left shoulder. Correcting the car, he slammed on the brakes.

 

“WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING!?” Jerry yelled at her. With a gruff pull of his right hand, he thrust her towards the passenger’s seat.

 

“I’m sorry!” she cried, kneeling on the floorboards and resting her forearms on the passenger’s seat.

 

“DON’T YOU FUCKING MOVE!” he commanded opening his door. He started to stand up when he realized his pants were open. Hastily he stuffed things back in place and got out of the car. With the lack of light, he couldn’t make out any damage on the driver’s side. Rounding the front of the car, the problem became immediately apparent. The right front tire was completely flat and wrapped around the steel rim.

 

“Great,” he cussed. He made his way to the trunk, glaring at Ellie along the way. Getting to the trunk, he realized the keys were still in the ignition. This just irritated him more. Trudging to the driver’s side door, he ripped the keys from the ignition and hit the trunk release on the key fob. He started to toss the keys on to the seat, but rethought it when Ellie caught his eye.

 

Jerry had gotten all the stuff to change the tire when he realized the lug nuts would not come off. This revelation just pissed him off more. He just shoved the jack, tire iron and spare into the trunk before returning to his seat, planning on calling the rental company for roadside assistance.

 

He pulled out the rental paperwork before getting in the car. Unfolding the paper revealed a blurry mess of a document. Placing it in his rear pants pocket had caused it to slowly be impregnated by sweat over the last two hours. Calling the customer service would be impossible when he could only make out the first three numbers; 800.

 

“Fuck! FUCK! FUCk!” Jerry cursed, tossing the rental paperwork onto the dash.

 

“There looks to be an exit up there,” Ellie mentioned quietly.

 

He looked forward, around the corner in the highway to notice a glow beyond the horizon. This part of the state, that amount of light should mean a town. He didn’t seem much other option and started the car and started the slow drive down the shoulder of the highway.

 

A mile down the highway they come to a typical small southern town. Fast food restaurants and gas stations surrounded the exit. Jerry pulled into the largest station and went inside to ask the attendant about the tire. There was no one else in sight so didn’t bother with securing Ellie.

 

“We are stuck here!” Jerry announced returning to the car.

 

“What?” Ellie asked.

 

“The only place in town that sells tires doesn’t open until noon tomorrow.”

 

“Oh.”

 

“OH!? Your little stunt cost me five grand!”

 

“I’m sorry,” Ellie mumbled, trying to act as innocent as possible.

 

“Just shut up and don’t try any more shit!” Jerry growled, backing up the injury car.

 

He made the same slow, careful progress across the overpass to the only hotel in sight as he had down the shoulder of the interstate. Leaving Ellie in the car again, he checked in, explicitly requesting an end room. He quenched the night clerk’s curiosity with reference to Ellie being his new fiancé. Ten minutes later he was pulling the car around the back to the rear entrance.

 

The room was of standard US flair. A small, tile lined full bathroom was situated next to the door leading from the hallway, while mid-height windows lined the far wall. Jerry was slightly annoyed with the single queen sized bed; through he couldn’t really go ask for a different room with two beds.

 

“How deplorable,” Ellie commented, tossing the duff bag Jerry had made her carry in on the bed. “I bet they don’t even have room service.”

 

“Zip it!” Jerry growled at her, pulling the blinds shut. “You’re the reason we are here.”

 

“Whatever,” Ellie’s sassiness returned in full force. “I’m going to take a shower, OK?”

 

“Fine,” Jerry hoped some soap and hot water would clean up her attitude and make the night at least tolerable. A little SportsCenter would also help. It had been nearly impossible to find highlights of good ol’ American Baseball in Europe.

 

Jerry paid no attention to the extended period of crashing water coming from the bathroom. He had secured a pair of his cuffs around the doorbar, preventing the door from opening without first removing the handcuffs, and without an operable window in the entire room, his only worry now was her trying to kill him. Not a likely proposition when he had at least 100 pounds of muscle and a good 8 inches on her.

 

The whoosh of the bathroom door opening pulled Jerry’s attention away from the TV. Ellie stepped into the room, carefully wrapped in a fluffy white towel. The white contrast to her lightly tanned skin, forming a band from mid breast to just below her hips. The darkened ambiance of the room hid most of the explicit details, but Jerry’s mind helped him fill in where his eyes missed.

 

“You sure you don’t want to let me go?” Ellie cooed. She continued her slow prance towards the old man, stopping about four feet in front of him with a cock of her hips to the side.

 

“Yes,” Jerry growled in response. “I’m not letting you go so quit it!”

 

“Oh, quit being such a bitch!”

 

“A bitch? You think I am being a bitch for doing my job?”

 

“Yea,” Ellie responded flippantly.

 

“You think I’m a bitch? You’re the idiot who thought she could run.” Jerry shifted his attention downwards towards the TV. Trailing his eyes down her neck to the towel, he caught a glimpse of a nipple poking above the towel line. Immediately, his mind went back to the events of the club and more recently the car ride. “Unless you’d prefer slut to idiot? It does go better with the stuff you did in the club and the car.”

 

Jerry caught her right arm just short of her palm making contact with his left cheek. In a flash he was on his feet with, towering over the girl. “What are you going to do, spank me again?” Ellie let the words hang in the room for a moment before adding, “fucker!”

 

Jerry pulled her left arm forward, causing her to crash over the end of the end of the bed. Her towel flared away, exposing her naked bottom to the cool room air. In an instant he pulled his belt free of its loops.

 

WACK! The belt bit into her bottom, painting an exceptionally white band which was quickly replaced with an angry red. “Ahhh,” Ellie cried out.

 

WACK! WACK! WACK! Jerry whipped the leather across her bottom, getting an alternating response of groans and insults. Each insult just prodded him into trying harder.

 

Ellie’s bottom was scarlet and starting to blister when he finally dropped the belt. He was still mad, but his arm just refused to swing any more. A shiver of the upturn girl’s hips caused a visceral action in his loins.

 

He dropped his pants and moved between her splayed legs, intend on giving her exactly want she had been asking for. Squatting, Jerry plunged forward, driving into her until his hips bump her cheeks. The sudden intruder forces the breadth from her lungs in a drawn out moan which is capped with a sharp squeal when he bumps into her bottom.

 

He kept thrusting in fast, though long, hard strokes, causing her to squealed each time he hit home. At first it was all raw emotion driving him to fuck her as hard and rough as possible, but as the endorphins started to wan, and pleasure took over, he swore she was pushing her bottom back into him.

 

The force of Jerry’s thrusts slowly pushed Ellie forward, onto the bed. It wasn’t long before he could only reach halfway into her from behind. He grabbed her hips, yanking her bottom into the air and dropped her on her knees. This higher position allowed him to stand up, giving him tremendously better leverage.

 

Jerry wasted no time, and drove into her again while pulling her hips against his. The new angle tightened her pelvic muscles around him driving the sensation for them both to new levels. Ellie reached out, grasping two handfuls of comforter while biting a mouthful as Jerry started up again.

 

Jerry used every bit of frustration, annoyance and residual to pound away at Ellie, but biology can only be held at bay for so long, and a massive orgasm overtook him. He pulled her into his hips as he started to cum deep inside her. This drove her wild, wiggling and squirming from side to side.

 

The added stimulus at the height of his orgasm was too much for Jerry to handle. His vision started to fade, and motor skills failed. He slumped forward, onto her back before rolling to his right. In one last effort, he reached upwards, his left hand grabbing Ellie around the stomach while the other locked onto her left breast. As he rolled off the girl, he spun her around, ripping her grip on the comforter and landing with her in the reverse cowgirl position.

 

With the new position, Ellie didn’t stop her squirming, bouncing about on him. This was all it took for him to fully lose it.

 

Jerry woke a few minutes later to find Ellie slumped into a naked pile next to him on the bed. At first he thought she might be dead, but the clear rise and fall of the side of her chest alleviated those fears. After a quick piss, Jerry collapsed back onto the bed, hopping he would wake up alone.

I wish he was lazier

I sat on the edge of the railing watching the traffic and tourists break my line of sight of it. I could get over its absolute beauty. I had seen many, probably tens of thousands before, but this one was special. The silky glimmer of the highly polished lamb skin leather

All that separated me and it was half an inch of glass, 20 feet of sidewalk, fifty feet of street and another 30 feet of sidewalk. All that and him. He wasn’t actually hear with me after work, but he would know. He always knew.

I chewed my lower lip, contemplating if it was worth it. I had been saving for a year to get enough available credit on my Visa and I finally hit it with today’s paycheck. I doubt he care though. He never cared. Well that is wrong, he always cares, which is the real problem. Sometimes I wish he didn’t care so much. That he would loosen up, be a free spirit, like me. And as a free spirit, I’m going to say to hell to with him and get it.

—-

Convincing myself that buying the handbag was a good idea should have been the first sign. The second sign would have been when the first credit card was denied. The third sign was the paranoia feeling at Tom seeing it laying around the house and asking questions. The third sign ironically was also my downfall. Well not the paranoia itself, but the fact that I left the purse in my car instead of bringing it into the house. Tom, being the diligent husband he is, thought I had accidentally left my purse in the car and grabbed it when he came into the house.

Some days I wish he would be a little lazier.

“Honey!” Tom called from the kitchen when he arrived home. He was home earlier than I expected. Tuesdays were normally team meeting days which prevented him from getting home much before 8. The small digital clock on the cable box read 6:55.

“Hi honey,” I answered as he poked his head into the living room. “Your home early, did you have dinner?”

“Oh, yea. Let me go drop these in my office,” Tom said. He was clearly distracted. Maybe getting home early meant he would have to do some work at home. I always hated it when he had to work in the evenings. No matter, I still preferred him here next to me.

Tom returned a few minutes later, still in his suit, though his tie had found a new residence. The slightly disheveled suit mixed with his piercing stare reminded me of a Polo commercial. My very own model was home, yum. I slide my legs from underneath me in preparation to spring up into my husband’s arms.

“I noticed you accidentally left your purse in your car so I brought it in.”

“Shit!” I thought. My purse was sitting on the kitchen counter, where he had to see it.

“That is until I saw your other purse sitting on the counter. The one in your car just contained this,” Tom said holding up a the receipt.

I knew I was busted. I couldn’t go down this easy though. “It was…was….a…really good deal….” I tried to explain.

“Really?” was all it took for him to break through my pitiful defense.

I really should have thought of a good reason for buying it on the way home. A forty-five minute trip and I hadn’t thought of one good reason. “Sorry?” I squeaked out, standing up as he rounded the sofa. I knew what was coming and didn’t involve me sitting on the sofa.

“I told you last week, we need to cut our extraneous expenses so we can afford a baby.” Tom scolded taking the spot I had just occupied on the couch.

“I know.” I nervously fiddled with the hem of the long t-shirt I wore as pjs. I’d been across his lap dozens of times, but always got so anxious right before the main event.

“You know, then you shouldn’t have done it. This time I’m going to make sure the point hits home. Over my lap!” He commanded as he started rolling up his sleeves. I wanted to think how sexy he looked, but the intensity of his expression scared me a little. I dutifully followed his instructions, draping my torso over his lap and onto the sofa.

There are sometimes when this position feels good, like when he is slowly working those massage oils he got me for Christmas into by skin. He can dance those magical fingers over skin for hours, while I just purr at the wonderful sensations. I doubt I’d be doing any purring this time.

“I think these should come down, don’t you?” He asked rhetorically as I felt fingers slide under my waistband.

“Only if you are going to massage below them.” I replied. A resounding spank to my panty-cover bottom was my answer. “Ouch!” I cried as he lowered my panties to my knees.

“Now I think you are due a good spanking for your behavior, don’t you?”

“Nope,” I smarted off again. This time he responded by peppering my tushy with spanks. “Owe, Owe, Owe!” I squealed. He was being mean tonight and starting harder than normal. Even his bare hand was doing a fine job of roasting my tushy. He worked all around for a good few minutes before starting the lecture portion.

“You,” SLAP! “Believe,” SLAP! “Eight,” SLAP! “Hundred,” SLAP! “Dollars,” SLAP! “Is,” SLAP! “Fine,” SLAP! “To pay,” SLAP! “For,” SLAP! “A,” SLAP! “Purse?” SLAP! Tom loved accent every word of his lectures with a spank, which stung with his bare hand and was horrendous with the belt or paddle.

“No, sniff” I cried, wishing I could reach back and rub my stinging cheeks. I could reach back, but I knew from experience it just resulted in paddle time.

“Then why did you buy it?”

“I don’t know…sniff…I looked so nice?” I managed to get out.

“It,” SLAP! “Looked,” SLAP! “NICE!?” SLAP, SLAP, SLAP! “Well I think we can just settle in there for a nice look spanking until your ass looks nice and punished.”

Tom didn’t even wait for my pleas of mercy before laying into me. And lay into me he did. All I could do was cry into my hands as I tried kicking me legs about a little while the fire built below. Eventually he figured I had enough, or probably his arm just got tired, but he stopped adding fuel to the fire and shifted to lightly rubbing my red cheeks for a minute before asking the question he always did at this point. “Was it worth it, Cadence?”

“No, sire,” I mumbled as he put me on my feet. I immediately started to rub the sting away with both hands.

“So what are you going to do about it?” I looked down at him and thought for a moment. The fire below had peaked and he looked so damn good sitting there in that button down shirt and dark slacks.

“Take the bag back… and make it up to you.”

The last part got him to rise an eyebrow. He opened his mouth to say something but I touched my index finger to his lips. He had his time to act, now it was my turn. I dropped to my knees, dragging my finger off his lips and down his shirt. In no time I had him as equally undressed as myself.

My spanking hadn’t been as much play to him as I would have wished. My tushy hurt yet he was only firm. The later I would change in a moment, while the former worked its self out. With one hand on his balls and one on my clit, I went to town. I suck and licked while fiddling between my legs.

Damn I needed that spanking. I needed that emotional release. I need this sexual release. I need my Tom.

“Get up,” he groaned with the gravel in his voice.

At the moment, I wasn’t sure if my legs would work. Contractions had started running down my quadriceps in time with middle finger. Releasing him from my lips, I grasped him at the hips with my left hand and started to rise. It was an awkward attempt to stand, because righty wasn’t going to leave it’s sanctuary.

I got halfway to my feet when he gripped my hips and hefted us into the air. The sudden acceleration cost me my balance, sending my legs and both hand scrambling for something solid. I found my safety in his burly arms. He stood like an oak tree with me wrapped around his torso and him holding onto my sit spots. The next thing I felt was his tip dragging across my slit, looking for it’s home.

The first stroke was all it took to reach my special space.

He wasn’t happy enough though. Working me up and down himself overloaded my brain. All I could do is moan as he shot a fresh wave up my spine with each thrust. Finally he paused for a moment and shifted one hand to the center of my bottom while the other ran up my back to stop at my neck. His lips locked mine in a sweet embrace. The strokes began again, filling me more and more each time.

“Ahh” I cried into his mouth when he finally hit too deep. Opening my eyes I could see that intensity I loved in Tom’s eyes. I was at his pleasure and would enjoy every bit.

He pulled almost out at my cry. he worked his tip in and out of my opening in a dozen quick thrusts. It was like I was being entered anew each time, and I like the entry the best. I couldn’t help but allow by eyes to fade shut and return to my special space. The last thrust seemed to continuously enter, all the way to my cervix.

“Ahh” I cried into his mouth again as my eyes shot open. He didn’t pull away this time, rather just held me there for a second. Then I felt the pulsations come from him, followed by a hot liquid shooting into me. He didn’t normally cum in me, but the pill made it ok.

He stood there for only long enough to finish before collapsing back onto the sofa. I had no choice but to settle in on top of him. I felt so comfortable and safe, laying on my husband’s body and enjoying the afterglow. Even my bottom felt good, in a warming embrace type of way.

“Honey, you got to quit intentionally getting in trouble just to get spanked.” He said after a few minutes. Damn, I was that obvious.

“Yes honey.” There was no way I was going to stop when sex like that followed. Even the discomfort at the end was worth it. It wasn’t like him to go that deep though. “But why so deep?”

“You haven’t been reading those books you got from the library.” He punctuated his comments with a firm slap to by tender hindquarters.

“Ouch!” I yelped. I looked up, trying to appear apologetic. I didn’t need a spanking now.

“Tst tst tst. I should spank you again for all that flak you gave me for not reading them when you hadn’t either.” My eyes got as large as saucers. We wouldn’t, would he? “But that would result in a bunch of flaying about and you need to lay down now because the deeper the deposit the higher the chance of insemination.”

“Oh.” It took a second for me to realize what he meant. Once I did I couldn’t help but jump into his arms and kiss him. He had gotten the job we had been waiting for.

My wife’s other side is released

My wife is not normal. I mean she’s a 27 year old sexpot with a kinky side a mile wide. I never quite realized it until we had been dating for 9 months and I stumbled across some extreme websites in her browser history. At first, I thought it was someone else using her computer, so I cleared the cache and ran some other maintenance stuff then told her I cleaned up a bunch of old files on her computer. She thanked me and everything went on.

Two weeks later, I stumbled across the same websites in her browser history. This time I was sure no one else had used her computer since we were basically living together. I spent some time going through them. About half were erotica while the rest were picture and streaming video sites. The content was all over the place, from lesbian sex scenes to cheerleaders getting butt-fucked. The tamer sites though generally had a reoccurring theme of a woman being spanked. If this was what turned Justine on, then I might as well try it.

A week later we were sitting on my couch watching TV. The show kept having sexual references, and I was getting horny. My arousal was probably more associated with Justine’s head laying in my lap than the show, but that doesn’t matter.

I made some comment and she responded with “hey” and pinched my leg. Pinching has been one of my pet peeves since grade school, so I respond with “Stop it! Do not pinch me!”

“What are you going to do about,” she smirked as she pinched my leg again.

This just annoyed me more. For some reason, all those stories and images of women getting spanked flashed through my mind. I’m not sure what overtook me but I reached out and brought my hand swiftly down on her bottom over the blanket.

“Ouch” she said while sticking her lower lip out in pouty face. She reached back under the blanket and made quite a show of rubbing her bottom. “I’m sorry.”

“Then no more pinching.” I told her as I brushed her hair away from her face.

“Yes sire.” The show came back on and drew our attention for a while. Justine though had other plans. Halfway through the next show, she made a comment about the lead actress being slutty and I wanting Justine to be more like her.

“No baby, I like you just the way you are.” I tried to soother her.

“Liar!” She said, pinching my leg again.

“Hey, no pinching!” I said whacking her bottom a couple of time with my hand.

“Ooooh, I could barely feel that,” she taunted.

I was not going to be taunted like that, so I pulled back the blankets, exposing her shorts covered bottom. She tried to get up, but I pulled her forward and she guided herself straight across my lap. I spanked her clothed bottom a few more times just to get more taunts that the spanks were not hurting.

“Ohhh, that reeellyyy hurtts.” Justine swooned.

“Fine, then these can come down!” I said, twisting my torso so I held her upper torso under my left arm. Two thumbs in her waistband and her shorts and panties were down to her knees.

“HEY!” Justine protested, “No fair!” She tried to twist around but I was not having any of it.

Swack Swack Swack! I spanked my right hand down quick and hard until my palm started stinging. She wiggled about on my lap as her bottom turned pink. After a minute or two, my hand stung too much to keep going.

I looked at my right hand, its palm pink and hot. Her bare bottom was so adorable right now. A mild pink tint, though soft and smooth. I wasn’t sure what to do next, but Justine already knew what was going to happened. She slide off in a kneeling position then swung her knees around until she was straddling my lap. I reached up and held her on the sides of her upper chest.

“I’m sorrrry!” Justine said sticking her lower lip out. She looked so damn cute and sexy. She slid her hand down my side, cutting across my stomach to the top of my shorts. “I’m a good girl,” she said as fingers reached inside my boxers. “I promise to be good,” was her plea as she freed myself from its cloth prison.

She gently bit her lower lip while working myself up and down her slit. I could feel her wetness coating my shaft. Up and down she rocked. I wanted her right now! On the third upward stroke she asked, “are you going to spank me again?” Once my head touched her entrance, she tilted her hips forward and impaled herself on me.

“Ahhhh, yeeesss!” I moaned. It was more a natural response to my head popping into her tight, wet pussy than the question. Justine pulled upward, freeing me from clenches, then drove down again, impaling more of me into herself. I glided my hand down her sides then around her back to hold her ass. I helped her bounce on my lap until I was fully seated inside her pussy.

We both paused for a moment to savor the intimate sensations. She felt as tight as hot as ever, pushing me to be even larger than normal. The connection was overwhelming. Her sparking blue eyes starring back at me. Her pouty lips agape. This was making love.

I slide my left hand up her back until it reached the center of her shoulder blades then pulled her forward into my kiss. I locked our lips together in a deep embrace until her eyes drifted shut. Keeping our kiss going, I worked her up and down my shaft with my right hand, overwhelming her senses. Her blue eyes fluttered, and I felt her breadth slipping away.

I kept bouncing her on my lap, feeding the orgasm within. Her pussy surprised me when the spasms hit. I never knew her to cum so quickly, or so violently. I wanted to hold back, but her pussy was doing too good a job milking me. I just let go, joining her in ecstasy.

“OH YEA!” Justine screamed when the first shot entered her. “MORE!” she cried as her hips bounced about with a life of her own. I filled her with cum until we were both spent. The emotions flooding about between us. Justine collapsed over my shoulder, me still buried deep inside.

Neither of us moved until I had relaxed enough to be expelled from her. Without saying a word, she crawled off my lap, then taking my hand by its index finger, lead us to our master bedroom, and the shower in the accompaying bathroom.

I don’t think we said a single word until we were warped up in each others arms in bed. Not a stitch of clothing between the two of us.

“I saw your browser history,” I admitted.

“I was hoping you would. I didn’t know how to bring up my other side.”

“You really interested in all the stuff on those sites?”

“Mostly. There are a few things that don’t do it for me.”

“Like what?”

“Feet, latex, hmmm…”

“Nothing else?”

“Oh and gay stuff. I’m a one dick girl,” she smiled up at me as I felt a hand run along my side. “And it is this one.” She grabbed me and gently squeezed.

“Well then maybe we should try some of the other things,” I said grabbing her bottom.

“Another time, I have a better idea for tonight,” she said before slipping her head below the covers.

Try other things we did. We did everything you could think sexually, so long as it only involved the two of us. We didn’t share our other side with anyone else, until my wife started playing games with her girlfriends. Then things got interesting.

Lauren Achieves Her Goal

This is a continuation of the story The Perfect Tutor for Lauren. You should start there. The second part is Failing the Practice Exam has Consequences for Lauren.

“So you going to tell the completion of your little adventure tonight?” Jimmy yelled at us sarcastically as he dug beer from my fridge.

“Fine, I’ll tell you the rest what happened,” I said. “But Steve you got to get those cards dealt first.”

—-

Take-Out was located right next to the cafeteria in the center of the dorm. Normally it was a 10 walk, but that night I ended up walking right past the door. The events of the evening and the evening two months ago kept well distracted.

What was wrong with Lauren? Or rather what was so right about her? Was something wrong with me? She is damn cute, and has a sexy ass. Why do I just want to spank it? Does she OK with me doing it? Am I OK with doing it?

I returned to the room with Doritos, two giant chocolate chips cookies, 3 sub sandwiches and a bottle of Coke about 40 minutes after I left. I had spent most of the time just wandering around the snack shop aimlessly as I reran the nights events over and over in my head.

Lauren was still kneeling on the floor, bent forward scribing on the practice exam. Scribing would be an overstatement. Her hand writing was horrible. It was like she had already took the handwriting course they sent all doctors to.

I sat the snacks on the cabinet and tossed the sandwiches into the mini-fridge for later. 10:21 read the alarm clock next to the TV. She should be just about done. No sooner had I turned around than she held up the completed exam.

“I’m done.”

“Well, lets see if you did better this time,” I took the exam and sat down at my desk. I fished out the key from among the mess of folders and papers then quickly went through her answers. She had stood up, and leaned over my shoulder and I marked up the exam. This was extremely annoying, but what could I really say? Move your naked booty back? I didn’t want her things to end just quite yet.

I finished the last question, marking correct. I turned towards her and flipped through the pages to count up her score. Oddly this time she got all the problems she got wrong the first time correct and missed two of the easier problems she got correct the first time.

“Eight out of ten correct. Better but still not good enough. I know can do better than this, especially when we just went through the same problems and you had no problem answering them.” I paused to figure out a new way to cover the material so she would learn it correctly.

“I know. I guess your going to spank me again,” she interrupted my lecture, “Please no more with the hairbrush, what about something else, like hmmm..” She glanced around my room, eventually coming to rest on a pair of jeans with a leather belt still in its loops. “What about that belt instead?”

I was at a lost for words. Was she telling me to spank her with my belt? I was intending on just going back through the material again. “Ah, its OK. We can go back through the material.”

“I deserve it though. Our deal was one set earlier for not doing my homework then another for each problem I got wrong.”

“OK, but how am I supposed to spank you with the belt over my lap?” Logistics were going to be a problem.

“Am supposed to do everything,” she quibbled, “you are the one punishing me.” She placed her hands on her bare hips and tilted her head to the side.

A complete change in attitude to the contrite girl who stood before me mere seconds earlier. Was she trying to provoke me? “Fine, over the back of the chair, oh and drop your panties to your ankles.”

“Yes sire.” she answered looking down at the floor once again. She had to be playing with me. Well let the games begin. The games have been good so far.

Lauren waddled the three steps to the chair then leaned forward, pressing the semi-padded backrest into her stomach. Pressing her knees released the tension on the elastic, allowing her remaining visage of modesty to fall. Even an hour after her encounter with hairbrush, I was amazed pinkness of her bottom. I was again drawn to how sexy she looked.

“I’m ready sir,” she purred, adjusting her hips slightly to get more comfortable.

I took up the belt by the buckle with my right hand and got into position to her left. I pulled it back, and the end whipped around by back, slapping my left side. This is going to be way too long. Started to coil it around my right hand when I got the great idea of just holding both ends and using the center to spank her. This would double over the belt, but make it considerably more manageable. Looping the end through the buckle left me with about half a meter beyond my hand hold.

CRACK! “Opp! One!” She yelp as I brought the doubled over belt solidly, though without much force, across her pink bottom.

CRACK! “Ekks! two!” The belt landed across the center of her bottom again, deepening the redness.

CRACK! “Ouuuuch! three!” I aimed lower this time, striking at the junction of bottom and thigh.

I repeated over and over, until she hit 18 then I decided she needed a break. I laid the belt on the desk then knelt down to take a closer look at her bottom. She stayed laying over the back of the chair, expecting another swat any moment. I brushed my fingers over the surface, feeling the heat radiate off. She responded to my touch with a short gasp followed by a slow moan.

Her hips wiggled as I traced over the red splotches then moved downwards to her thighs. One touch was all it took for her to part her thighs giving me direct access to her most intimate parts. The fragrance hit me first, sweet like cane sugar with tones of muskiness and vanilla. I couldn’t resist stroking two fingers along her open lips.

“Uh yea. more,” she moaned, bucking her hips gently. One pass coated my fingers in her juices. She wanted more and I was not going to deny her again.

I glided back to her pussy, circling it and covering my fingers before returning up front to fiddle with her clit. I slide over the top, then crossed back over before running a circle around her bud. She rocked her hips back and forth to more, stronger contact. Her breathing quickened to short loud pats.

The angle soon got to my hand, causing my palm to start cramping. I couldn’t stop with her so close though. I stood up to get better leverage. The new position placed my palm squarely over her pussy while my fingers played with her clit. She took it as an opportunity to buck harder, driving her pussy into the heal of my palm.

“Uh yea, yea! Fuck me!” she cried. I shimmied my hand over her clit faster.

“FUCK ME!” she yelled. Keeping my right hand playing with her, I reached my left hand over to my desk, and pulled opened the top drawer. A little aerobatics and I had the condom package out and into my teeth. “PLEASEEE, FUCK ME NOW!” she yelled, quite loudly.

I kept up the manual manipulation while I freed myself with the other hand. A quick tug of my teeth deposited the latex jacket in my hand. It took all my coordination to roll the rubber down my shaft with one hand while keeping up the rhythm with the other. I got ready and moved into position only to find I was pointed at the top of her ass. DAMN! I slide my hand backwards, splitting my fingers to keep one on either side of her lips. Once her opening was uncovered, I lifted while dipping my knees and lined us up.

“Yeeks!” she cried when I lifted her up and slightly forward over the chair. I eased her hips down, burying myself a quarter way into her. “Ahh, ooowwww,” she half moaned, half cried. Damn she was tight. I don’t recall ever being as tight. She pulled up then pushed herself more onto me. “Ahhhhooouucch!” she cried. She clearly in a bit of pain.

“You ok?” I asked, trying to stay completely still.

“Yea, just don’t stop.” she moaned, working her hips up and down as much as she could. I didn’t need any more prompting. Holding her hips, I pulled out as far as I could then thrust back in, driving into the wet vice. Over and over again, I thrusted in. Long strong thrusts lead me to the bottom. I pulled almost out then drove hard in, firmly planting my hips against her ass. “Ahhh” she cried out when I felt her cervix wrap around my head.

I pulled out then leaned forward over her back and thrusted slowly in. This must have blew her mind because she started humping her hips on my shaft. “That’s is, don’t stop” she gasped. Another long slow thrust, ripping over the front of her vagina. Then another and another. A few quick strokes then a slow hard one sent her over the edge into organismic ecstasy. She locked down on my dick, trying to prevent me from moving as her body shook.

I was a little bit of a jerk and kept going at it even as she peaked, causing new waves to crash over her. I could only give her a few more thrusts before the sensations over came me also. She laid lifeless over the chair, awash in organismic afterglow. I leaned back upright and let my hips have a mind of their own. A dozen fast strokes brought her back to the peak and I filled the condom as she shook with one final cascade. She twitched with each pulse of cum. Amazing does not do it justice.

I collapsed over her back while I regained my senses. She didn’t seem to care. She gave me sensations I never knew existed. Amazing does not do it justice. I wish I’d met Lauren years ago.

Eventually I relaxed enough to slip out of her, though she still held the end of the condom inside her. I grabbed my hand around the condom and myself then pulled it out. I deposited the latex in the trash as Lauren tried to get to her feet. I could see her strength had yet to return so I swooped her up and laid her out on the futon. Two pillows from my bed and we were spooning, face to face, on the futon. She pulled her body against mine, purring into my chest. She must’ve liked it as much as I.

We relaxed for a while before she broke the silence. “Can I stay the night?” she asked timidly.

I surely wasn’t going to kick a beauty like Lauren out of my bed. “Of course. Are you comfortable enough?”

“Yea, but I am getting a little cold,” she answered. I pulled the blanket on the back of the futon down over us, checking to make sure it fully covered her feet. She went back to purring into my chest and I started to drift off to sleep. I was just about to dreamland when she asked, “is it always like that?”

I wasn’t sure if it was the sleepiness or what, but I did not understand what she was asking. “What do you mean?”

“Sex, is it always that wonderful feeling?”

Some reason Junior overrode logic. I smiled as I responded, “with me it is.”

“I’m serious.”

What was she getting at? Was she a virgin? “Wait, are you a virgin?” I asked. That seemed really dumb the moment it came out. She couldn’t be a virgin, we just had sex.

“Yea, err I mean I was.”

“Are you kidding me?”

“No, why?”

Wow. I’d never been with a virgin before. Even my first had more experience than me. “Because you are better than any other girl I’ve been with.”

“Thank you.” She planted a light kiss on my lips. Our first actual kiss.

——-

“Damn, why didn’t get stay with her instead getting with Mary?” Steve asked rounding up the cards.

“Ah, that was college.” I quipped.

Ding dong went the alarm, indicating that someone had entered the house. Mary must have arrived back home from her girls night out.

“Honey! I’m home!” Mary called out, walking into the family room. “How are you doing?”

“Good,” trying to downplay the huge stack of chips in front of me.

“Good, he’s wiping he floor with us. Good thing that story of yours in finally over. Now we can win some.” Jimmy remarked, tossing in a small blind.

“What story?” Mary asked.

“Oh nothing,” I answered quickly.

“Nothing? He was telling us about this hot piece of ass he got as a TA in college, and to top it off, she had this spanking fetish.” John answered, much to my chagrin.

“What girl…oh” Mary started to ask, then realizing the answer, she began to blush and quickly left the room.

“You jerk!” I said as I raised by 150.

“What doesn’t she know about Lauren?” John poked back.

“Oh she knows about her.””Wait, isn’t Mary’s middle name Lauren?” Jimmy asked.

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