Ze heeft 5 zondes genoteerd. Voor iedere zonde zal ze een gepaste straf ontvangen...
Lang geleden ooit begonnen als verhalenverteller op deze website, heb ik inmiddels een boek in het Engels uitgebracht: Romantic Spanking Stories (Asin 1077209118).
Hier is een van de verhalen. Enjoy!
Story 9 FIVE SHADES OF SIN
Chapter 1 -- The authoritarian hand slaps hard on her tight skirt, while she is standing bent over the desk, her eyes in anxious anticipation for the next swat.
Ashley remembers all the details of the movie as if it were yesterday. Still fifteen at the time, she watched it on television when her parents were away on a birthday visit. She squirms on her chair, thinking back to how much the movie turned her on. The secretary lowering her panties for her boss while bent over her desk… The mere ambiance of tension it radiated! And then the thrill of seeing the marks of discipline on the punished bare bottom…
The movie has definitely changed something in the blossoming student.
She grew up in Medford, Oregon. Her father works as a specialist at the medical center, her mother as a part-time accountant at a local wine corporation. She loves her sweet parents, but boy, can they be protective and patronizing with her sometimes. This would frequently collide with her artistic and liberated nature. ‘Unruly’, ‘out of line’, ‘headstrong’, were comments that often flowed out of her father’s mouth, usually while shaking his head in disapproval or sticking up his hands in paternal despair.
How different is life now at San Francisco University, far away from the parental reins. She smiles and stretches her arms happily into the air. Yay!
It is her second year at the Faculty of Liberal and Creative Arts and she loves living on the campus.
Sometimes she can’t resist googling around on words like ‘spanking’ and ‘discipline’ which takes her to dark scenes that profoundly shock her, but also arouse stormy feelings deep inside her tummy. It brings her into a state of inner conflict, her head going: oh my God, how perverse is this actually! while her belly starts finding excuses to satisfy a strange kinky desire so deeply embedded inside her…
The black-backgrounded social app she came across one day, when strolling through her iPhone, exhaled a breath of mystery due to its name: grey-shades.com. It turned out to classify as extraordinary indeed! Would she dare? Would she? Really? …
In the spur of the moment, she has signed up.
Her first attempts didn’t get her anywhere, apart from some crazy psychos who were not remotely able to communicate normally, as one tends to do within the human race.
She would have given up if she hadn’t run across him, a young IT-entrepreneur, 27 years of age. After chatting a few times through the app, they have met various times in town. He started his business only two years ago and is doing already very well, with ten employees working under him.
Thinking of him boosts her heartbeat. Spending time with him is such great fun, having dinner together, dancing in the night, taking the cable car to Sentosa, or just strolling hand in hand along Fisherman’s Wharf or through the abundantly green Presidio.
She sighs. He is so good-looking, with his broad shoulders, his clear blue eyes, sexy mouth, and half-long dark hair bound together in a ponytail, giving him the artistic looks of a modern businessman.
She loves hanging out with him and yeah, what can she say, it’s all butterflies flying around inside her tummy now.
Chapter 2 -- “Bleep,” says her iPhone when her finger hits the screen. There you go, the die has been cast! She has confirmed his invitation, there is no way back. She will be expected this afternoon. It is the first time she will be visiting him at his own home and it is not going to be a normal visit…
The splashing water pearls down over her skin, blissfully enhanced by the fresh scent of shampoo. Dripping and happy she steps out of the shower. It is going to be a ‘wow’ day.
“I got that sunshine in my pocket,” she sings in front of the mirror shaking her head left and right as the humming hairdryer makes her hair fan out in clouds of gold. She then puts on her summer clothes and makes herself beautiful.
With a click, she closes the door of her little student apartment and hops down the stairs to the exit. The sun welcomes her merrily when she walks between the apartment buildings toward the parking garage.
She is a good-looking girl. Two gorgeous naked legs poke out from her short T-shirt dress, a belt tightly around her waist and her feet proudly showing off in a pair of red summer boots. Her shoulder-long hair undulates up and down on the rhythm of her firm stride.
“Click,” goes the lock of her yellow Beetle convertible that is awaiting her loyally in the parking. It has been a gift from her parents when she passed her first grade. She steps in and pushes the button above the mirror. With a steady buzz, the roof slides backward in preparation for today’s sunny ride. She drives out of the parking building over a little bump and turns right towards Lake Merced Boulevard.
It is a sunny midsummer afternoon. Outdoor life is vibrant and the fresh green colors of trees and vegetation contrast brightly against the clear blue sky, while the warm flower-fragrant air seems to be arrested in eternal summerly joy.
QRD-FM is merrily twanging modern country music when she zooms across the Golden Gate Bridge, her blonde hair fluttering wildly in the summer wind.
Approaching the other side of the bridge, her mood changes slowly. She gulps, and her foot on the pedal unintentionally lowers speed, as if held back by a counter-force of anxiety.
He has ordered her to write down her sins of last month in climbing order of seriousness. For each point, she will receive a ‘suitable punishment’, as he has phrased it. For just a second, her eyes turn to the note she has laid down on the right front seat. The wrinkled piece of paper, containing five hastily written confessions, seems to grin menacingly at her.
Unlike her, he is experienced in the mystery zone she is about to enter. “It will be an unforgettable session,” he has promised her. What exactly did he mean by that?...
She slowly drives up Triumph Drive. At the parking, she folds up her list of sins and puts it into the tiny bag attached to the belt around her waist. Uncertain is her step when she enters the front porch of the building. She hesitates. Would she run for it and just text him she wasn’t feeling well?...
No! Nonsense! Don’t be a coward, girl! He is waiting for you right now!
‘Walter Cadden, 4th floor’, indicates his name on the board. Taking a deep breath she pushes the button. The door gives a short elegant buzz, allowing her to enter the hall. She hits the fourth button in the elevator and makes a smooth ascend, her fingers fidgeting restlessly. The elevator stops with a gentle shock and the doors slide calmly aside.
Her heart is racing when she knocks at his door. She hears his footsteps and there he is, opening with a click while smiling friendly and not nervous at all as if this were just a normal day.
“Hi, there,” he says with a happy smile on his lips and kisses her on the mouth.
“Look at you, baby! You’re rocking that summer outfit.”
She smiles with a blush.
His shiny dark hair is bound together in a ponytail as usual. Is it the light of the hall that makes his blue eyes seem darker and deeper than ever?
His outfit is more casual than normally. Just jeans and a tight short-sleeve T-shirt that doesn’t hide the muscled shapes of his torso in any way. Dressed so sexy, he looks like a Celtic warrior. Damn, so freaking hot!
The apartment is beautiful with a modern-design entry and a bright ample luxury living with full-height windows. The view over the water and on the Yacht Club is adorable.
“Hella nice weather today. Did you have a cool drive?”
“Yup, it was fine.”
His presence calms her down. She feels safe with him.
Chapter 3 -- They talk about a thousand little things and as always she enjoys spending time with him.
Love carries them away, while they kiss passionately on the couch. She looks him in the eyes through a haze when he holds her face in his hands. They kiss again, long and ardently.
She has totally forgotten what she came here for until he reminds her by asking whether she has brought her confession list.
“Well, hmmm …Yeah.”
Her trembling fingers fumble around in the miniature bag around her waist to pull out the crumpled piece of paper. She notices how he suppresses a snort of laughter, having a hard time staying serious.
“You know what you came here for today, right?” he asks. She nods with a blush.
“OK,” he continues, let’s start with the first sin, the least serious one of the series. He reads her note aloud. It is just a small thing. Distracted as she is, she had forgotten about the time and had missed a lecture at University.
“And what happens with a naughty student like that?” he asks, looking her straight in the eyes.
“Well, hmmm, …. you know,” she mumbles with a deep blush of thrill.
“Twelve on the bottom, missy,” he says, trying to hide a smile.
He guides her over his knee, lifts her short T-Shirt dress. She swallows.
Twelve firm slaps with his big hand come down on her thin panties, at a slow pace. Ouch, this stings!
He helps her up and kisses her softly on the forehead.
“Is that also part of the punishment?” she asks in surprise.
“Yes, it is,” he smiles. After each punishment, I will comfort you.
Her booty tingles with a nice deep warmth.
"I am thirsty, let's have a refreshment first and then we carry on with the list, right?" He walks into the kitchen as if spanking were just a normal activity like playing monopoly.
His fridge door is loaded with fresh fruity drinks and slushies.
“Fruit is good for a fit and healthy body,” he smiles while pouring pineapple-banana slushy into two glasses.
“A 3-mile run every morning and lots of fruits and vegetables is my secret,” he explains. “Turn around a moment and lift up your T-Shirt”.
She obeys curiously and suddenly feels how his hands push two ice cubes against her, just where her buttocks stick out a tiny bit under the tight panties. She gives a little squeak of surprise and then turns back to him with a quasi-angry laugh. With her hands, she covers two cold ice prints that are still tickling on her backside. He gives her a long kiss on the mouth, tenderly running his hands through her hair while she curls her toes in her summer boots.
They both sit down on the couch again as it is time to read sin number two.
Chaotic as she is, she had forgotten about lunch in town with her friend Nicole. To make things worse, her phone’s battery was flat so that she couldn’t reach her. Her friend has waited in vain for more than an hour and she was obviously angry with her.
“I see,” he says. Your friend must be pretty annoyed with you. Would she think it well-deserved, if I pulled down your panties for the next spanking?”
“I don’t know…” she responds, flushing to beet red.
“We wanna be sure not to take your panties down unnecessarily, right? Let’s phone her to ask. What is her number?”
“Nooo, please, it’s fine!” she exclaims hurriedly.
“So, twelve on the bare!” Lying over his knees, she feels how he pulls down her panties as the naughty air envelopes her nakedness.
Then it happens on her bare behind with full-hand smacks, his big hand applying more force than the first time.
Ouch, it really hurts now. She clenches her jaws, but can’t help feeling slight arousal between her legs. Clear and healthy are the sparkling slaps on the dancing bare buttocks. A sound spanking for a fresh naked bottom. Little tears are welling up, and yet, the glowing pain is seraphic. How strong his manly hand coming down left and right.
Suddenly she feels his warm breath. Softly he kisses both her sore buttocks and then pulls up her panties. Hmm…, that afterglow and his kisses, really beatific, well worth the pain.
At sin number 3 things are starting to get more serious. She has lost her Saturday job at the tearoom downtown. After a wild Friday night at the student’s club, she had fallen asleep at work. This being the third time in four weeks, her boss has politely given her the well-known walking papers.
He has frowned, reading her note and his mouth is not smiling anymore like before. He tells her to take off her panties entirely. Obeying his order, she pulls them down over her little red boots.
He walks into one of the rooms and returns with a threatening leather strap. Taking her by the hand, he leads her towards the ample balcony. Mery summer sounds from the street and harbor below fill the air, as he slides open the balcony door. Standing straight, he puts his foot on one of the side tables and pulls her over his thigh while lifting her shirt, her naked bottom high up and shamefully oriented toward the street.
Oh, no not like this!
Deep is her embarrassment at the thought that people might hear or even see her bare behind being slapped glowing red.
“It’s 10 with the strap, baby. No pardon,” he says strictly.
She soon finds out that a strap spanking on the bare is different business. “Owi, owi, owaaa,” she weeps in the pace of the merciless whacks, which set her bare bottom on fire. She can’t help crying aloud, despite knowing that people on the street must be looking up to witness her embarrassing punishment. Short but ever so effective is the strict discipline.
A sharp tingling still surrounds her when he takes her back into the room, where he kisses her poor booty, even longer and more tenderly than the previous time. Then he takes her head in his hands:
“Next time you will keep your job, right?” he says, looking her in the eyes seriously.
“Yes,” she sobs softly.
“Let’s have another drink,” he says and walks to the fridge.
She isn’t very thirsty, but it’s good to give her sore bottom a break. It starts dawning to her that the strictness of the discipline rises with the seriousness of her sins. She shivers at the thought. Where is this going to end?...
She is not surprised that he puts a jug with healthy fruit juice on the table. The cool juice does her good.
“It’s legit weather, baby. We’re going for a stroll outside,” he commands. “Leave off your panties, though, part of the punishment.”
“But I’m only wearing my T-Shirt dress!”, she exclaims, eyes wide open in astonishment.
“Let's hope for some wicket wind then, to blow it high up, you know, the Hollywood way. It might get you your handprints immortalized in concrete,” he grins. “Or even better, your cute round butt print”.
“Nooo, you can't be serious!” she laughs in protest as he grabs her hand and drags her behind him like an unwilling child, her summer boots clicking perkily in the hall.
Terraces are crowded with people and pedestrians are parading along the yacht boulevard, enjoying their sunny day.
She forces her T-Shirt dress down with both hands. Imagine, no panties underneath and her bottom still bright pink from the spanking! And yet, it gives her a queer thrill, knowing that people might find out about her naughty secret.
They stroll along Shoreline Park, all the way to Marina Village and then head back for the apartment, while he is small-talking to her as if today was just a regular day.
She enjoys their stroll, close to his side, his strong arm wrapped around her shoulder.
Suddenly his hand lifts the back of her shirt and taps her on the bare bottom. A squeak of embarrassment escapes from her mouth, realizing too late that the noise is attracting the passers-by who turn around with raised eyebrows.
“What are you doing!!” she whispers, feeling blood-red in the face. He grins evilly:
“Let the daylight see what a bad girl you are.”
Back in the living, his big hands lift her shirt again and softly knead her bare buttocks while they kiss long and ardently.
It is time for sin number 4.
She has been unbearable to her parents, during her weekend at home. She was just in an irritable mood and has given her mother a bad time like an unbearable little brat. Hearing him read her note aloud, makes her want to cry of regret. Her mother is an angel and didn’t deserve this.
He takes her by the hand and guides her towards one of the bedroom doors. Entering the door takes her breath away. This is not a bedroom at all… The small space, obviously meant as a dressing room, has been reorganized into a cabinet of punishment. Her eyes run over one of the walls that is orderly equipped with several types of whips, canes, paddles, switches, bats, and rulers. The remaining walls are empty, papered with faux castle stone, obviously to give it a sort of dungeon ambiance.
Two bench-like contraptions flaunt the middle of the effectively arranged room. The little space is illuminated gently by some warm electric lighting effects. The floor carpeting is deep dark red, giving the room a warm and mystic ambiance.
“Take off your clothes, except your little boots, you may leave them on,” he says.
It is a short task for her, just her belt, T-Shirt dress, and bra. A strange excitement arises in her tummy, feeling so naked and submitted. He makes her fold sharply over a sort of buck, her hands not far from her feet. He binds her with four leather ties to keep her hands and legs in place. He kisses her tenderly on the neck and caresses her back. She knows that this punishment will be stricter than the previous one. She trembles with eagerness. This is it, her frightening and heavenly dream. She sees from the corner of her eyes how he grabs a small horse crop from the wall. It is black with a handgrip on one side and a tiny leather loop on the end. He starts tapping her softly and rhythmically between the buttocks. Oh god, this is so evil, so amazing!
“Four of the best,” sounds his voice ominously while he tries it out in the air with a swishing sound.
She holds her breath… Shhwhack, goes the agile crop when it lashes across her bottom like a whip. Stars explode in front of her eyes, as her head yanks up wildly, her hair fluttering up. The painful tingle transforms within two seconds into a blazing glow, and when only halfway fading into round lust, a second lash arrives. Shhwhack! …goes the whishing crop again, while her hands and legs attempt to move in vain, captured inexorably by the bind straps. Two slashes follow, making her squeak in painful exhilaration.
Then it is over. Four stripes are tingling angrily over her rear side. Her naughty bottom is shaking with sweet agony and so is her breath.
His mouth kisses her painful stripes, his hands stroking the inner side of her thighs until her pain has modified itself into a prickling feeling of intensive pleasure.
He unties her from the buck and helps her stand up. It looks like the caning has filled both of them with arousal. Then, he lugs off his shoes and drags down his jeans. She helps him rip off his T-shirt under which his smooth muscular torso appears. She looks at him. His athletic body is amazing. An impressive erection shows that he is aroused as much as she is. He opens a drawer and puts on a condom before her eyes. Wow, he’s really big, is that supposed to go into her all the way…?
He smiles.
“You are looking at me as if this was your first time.”
She hesitates for a second.
“This will be my second time actually, although my first time at Highschool hardly counts,” she confesses with a blush, thinking back to a puberal escapade of clumsiness, some years ago.
He is stunned by her inexperience, as it clearly shows on his face.
“I have had friends at school, but I’ve just not been very lucky to find someone I can be fond of, you know” she apologizes.
His expression turns into tenderness. “I’m amazed. You are so beautiful.”
He takes her hand and guides it to his sun-tanned chest. She is surprised by the smoothness of his skin, stretched tightly over the firm pecs. She moves down her hand, her palm and fingers following the corrugations of his firm abdominals. She looks up to his clear eyes, his mouth… His manly scent overwhelms her. She feels his impressive erection pressing against her when they kiss ardently, wet mouths merging, tongues twirling wildly.
“Please take me, I really want it,” she whispers.
“I want you so much, baby. I’m so crazy about you,” he whispers back.
His masculine hands firmly cup her sore buttocks. She wraps both legs around him, arms around his neck, as he slowly enters her deeply. Oh jeez, this fullness… She moans softly while they are both standing mouth to mouth, kissing passionately. His hands under her butt tighten as he gives a wild thrust forward, filling her with a round boost of arousal. He then starts speeding up, more and more, rowdy and wild, bringing her into an ecstasy of untamed sex.
Suddenly he grabs her by the wrists and looks her in the eyes. She understands why.
There will be no escape from dealing with sin number 5, the last on her confession list…
Standing naked next to her, he reads her list, frowning deeper and deeper.
This was so stupid of her. She has been looking around in the exclusive Versace shop downtown. Just out of curiosity, she has tried on a beautiful short skirt: Wow, this looked so amazingly good on her, like a movie star, so special with those exquisite bright deep colors.
$479.95 said the price tag impudently. Too bad. She would never be able to afford that, especially now she had lost her weekend job. So amazing that skirt. It didn’t show any noticeable alarm tag, though. What to do now…. Would she?... just for once….? What if... In an impulse, she hid the little skirt under her T-shirt and walked quasi-calmly through the exit. Immediately the alarm went off. So stupid of her, she could have known. “Hey!” shouted the guard, running toward her. With a firm swing, she threw the skirt right into the guard’s face and ran off.
Out of breath and a few streets further, she realized her close escape from having to give a most embarrassing explanation at the police station and to her parents as well. Imagine the consequences if things had worked out wrong. She blushes with shame at the very thought.
He summons her to settle down on what looks like a sort of complex massage bench with a lot of handles.
“A grown-up infringement of the law calls for an adult spanking,” he lectures with a blink of mystery in his eyes, making her shiver with anxiety.
Considering the heated state of mind they both find themselves in, she realizes that this last punishment might come with a special twist of kinkiness...
He orders her to lay down on her back. Then, he folds her legs entirely backward and straps her boots, up in the air, to the two long poles that are protruding up at the head end of the bench.
Thus, she finds herself lying on her back, her bottom up, her knees spread left and right, not far from her head, and her booted feet buckled up to the glossy chrome poles. Folded so sharply backward, her buttocks are now spread, shamefully exposing her erotic zone in between. The ceiling, painted in the same red as the carpet, seems to be grinning down on her like a threatening scarlet sky.
With a few sharp clicks he manipulates some of the handles. She feels how the bench tilts backward, lifting her folded bottom slightly higher into the air and lowering her head just under the height of his hips. She has to let go. This is the total surrender…
He then supports her curled-up back with a soft cushion. She waits in tension, his playball, excitingly subjected to whatever he decides...
She hears how he walks to the wall to fetch something. It turns out to be a tassels whip. It consists of a black handgrip and soft leather strips. A moment later he kisses her on the lips, kneading her smooth calves that are partly sticking out of her little red boots. With loose fingers, his hand fondles thoughtlessly between her buttocks, skyrocketing her hormones to the stars. She remembers what she has seen on the internet and realizes that this will be the ultimate punishment, the sweet hell on earth...
“Time to meet Waltzing Mathilda, the punishment for grown-up girls,” goes his voice above her. He moves the whip forward over her. Softly sprinkle the soft tassel ends over her breasts, her belly, and then along the unprotected area between her buttocks that stick up high into the air. He slowly pulls back the whip making the tassels caress over both her naughty spots. It drives her insane and makes her hips shake with lust. He keeps teasing her trembling area…
Swat! The whip has suddenly hit her left buttock. He hasn’t hit her hard but she nevertheless feels the fine tingling that the tassels have spread over her left cheek and partly over the upper back part of her thigh. It is strange how the stroke feels erotically soft and strict at the same time. She moans softly.
Swat! The whip lashes her right cheek. The ecstatic tingle seems to be in perfect balance now, arousing a yearning madness in the naughty middle. Jeez, this is so…
Leaning on his muscular forearms, he bends over her and showers her face and neck with wet kisses.
“I’m gonna make out with you all over, Baby, until you’re juicy like a delicious peach.”
His mouth continues its way, bending further over her. Gorgeous is the tanned abdominal delight that appears right above her face, close enough to be kissed by her lips. Again her hormones shoot into heaven when she feels his breath between her buttocks. A moment later, his tongue is licking her already highly crazed sex. Strong shocks of delight quiver through her body. Holy flame, this is so… She feels her groin melt in pure erotism. His wet tongue seems to be on a quest though. It slowly travels further. Oh, … oh, he… Ah, my god, this is… The cheeky tongue tip twirls around in the center of her second eager spot, making her moan with an unknown sensation of pure lust. Then it returns to her soaking wet feminity all the way up. She trembles, shakes, groans.
His muscular torso pulls back and the tassels start teasing her again between the buttocks, tickling over her erotic valley that is now screaming with hankering madness.
Then, the impossible happens: Swat! The tassels whip her in the middle with a soft but firm blow, hitting both her erotic spots simultaneously. Her mind explodes, as a wild cry escapes from her mouth. The amazingly strong stimulus has given her a near-orgasm, suppressed however by the deep erotic pain. Swat…. Swat… Swat, continues the whip, hitting left, right, and in the middle again. Tears flow along her face, via her neck onto the bench while her lungs are shocking in convulsion.
His two hands manipulate something under the bench with a clicking sound. She feels how the support under her head changes of angle, tilting her head slightly backward, thus bringing her mouth under his erected manliness.
“I want you to make love to me with your mouth,” sounds his commanding voice. Oh, holy! It is the first time in her life to perform such an intimate act. She reaches out and clamps her slim fingers firmly around the stiff torch.
Oh god, so hard and big! Her tongue tip carefully encounters his swollen manliness. Then, she encloses him with her mouth. She likes his erotic taste, remotely reminding her of a sea breeze combined with spring apple blossom. Her curious tongue searches around, exploring all aspects around the stiff hard rim and the round tip with the tight opening. He starts moving slowly to and fro between her lips and over her tongue, thus filling her mouth erotically. It feels ever so natural, just like a lock and key that are meant for each other.
She can’t believe she is doing this, tasting her Celtic warrior, the hottest guy in town, in a real blowjob!
“I will punish you until I come in your mouth”, sounds his voice, hoarse of excitement.
Oh, no, oh no, my god!!! The magic whip resumes its bitter-sweet punishment, Swat…. Swat… Swat!… left, right, middle in slow continuous repetition, making her shake and shock with pleasure and pain. Her mouth, in fulfillment of its erotic mission, fails to cry aloud, only able to give a humming moan on the aggravating slow waltz of the whip. Her mind screams in contradiction. Please stop, stop ... too much... please don’t stop...
Hellish is the punishment, while her naughty valley and buttocks are rocking in the rhythm of sweet round lust, her mouth dominated by his stiff and hard supremacy. Swat… Swat….. Swat!
The eighteenth stroke is a middle one. Fuses explode when she enters in a moaning shaking orgasm while her entire body quivers in helpless convulsion. Her mouth feels his stiffness grow hard as wood.
“I’m coming now, baby!” he warns.
Determined, she keeps her lips around him, her tongue stroking around the rigid shapes. She wants to do this for him, she can do it! His warm love pulsates into her mouth under his loud moan.
Whoa, this is… She swallows. His taste is herby and yet, also fruity, making her feel so sexy, so hot, so wanted by him, that it drives her into an explosion of lust. She twirls her tongue around and around and swallows his final pulsation, loving how it brings him so out of his mind.
Wow, really done it to the very end!
He pulls back and bends over, kissing her trembling punished valley, while his hand palms softly fondle her thighs and sore buttocks, making her quiver with after-shakes of lust. Slowly he kisses her into a state of total happiness and relaxation.
He sets her free from the bench, still panting.
“Holy sweet hell, you’re absolutely amazing, baby!”
His erotic taste is still with her when he leads her by the hand to his bed in the bedroom where they lie all night, spooning in blissful peace.
Chapter 4 -- They both get out of bed as the early morning sun is attempting to sneak in through the curtains to welcome them. He slips into his jogging pants for his daily run. She looks him in the eyes cheekily, standing before him naked.
“Your taste is so sexy and yummy, I could swallow your surprise every day,” she laughs, her eyes sparkling with naughtiness.
With a smile, he caresses the firm back of her feminine thighs and taps her softly on her bare behind, awakening delightfully a weak matt sensation of yesterday’s magic event.
She kisses him on the mouth and turns around to get dressed.
She has to run if she doesn’t want to miss her art history lecture. Walking away from him to pick up her clothes in the other room, she sways her hips on the cadence of her step, knowing well that he is watching her punished bare booty with utmost delight. Quickly she slips into her clothes, gives him a quick kiss, and then hops out of the door of the apartment.
Her coquetting little summer boots echo in the hall when she rushes towards the elevator. Something seems to have changed deep inside yesterday’s innocent student. The elevator guides her down and she walks out of the building, embracing the new-born day, her senses razor sharp and her head clear as crystal water. She feels on top of the world, ready to handle the entire universe.
(Uit mijn boek: Romantic Spanking Stories,
Amazon.nl nr. 1077209118
© Harry)
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