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ОглавлениеHow about betting something other than money on sports? Say, for instance spankings? A swat per run in baseball is one thing but a swat per point in football could be painful (especially if the game is one-sided), and I don’t even want to think about basketball. Also, both sexes could get it, got it?
Christie Larsen squirmed as she sat on the padded barstool. Her tan linen slacks felt somehow tighter than they should, her shapely buttocks were tingling and sensitive. She ran her fingers nervously through her tousled blond hair. They were watching the football game in the bar with friends, but she wasn’t really a football fan. The reason she was so antsy, was that she had picked the wrong team to bet on. Her team was losing and losing badly. The game was almost over.
She and her lover, Randy Finley, had given new meaning to the phrase, “You bet your ass!” That was exactly what they’d bet and it looked like she was going to pay the bet with just that piece of her anatomy, her ass. Trying not to squirm, she asked herself how she had gotten into such a predicament. She ignored the game as she thought back to the start of the baseball season, back to the start of the private bets between herself and Randy.
It had been a warm afternoon in May, she and Randy had spent the morning in bed making slow, lazy love. Then they took a shower that probably wasted more water than they should have, with the drought in California. They went out to a champagne brunch, then hurried home in time for the baseball game.
Christie hated baseball almost as much as she loved Randy, so she had resigned herself to a long, boring afternoon. The things she did for the love of her man she thought, looking at Randy. It’s almost a shame he’s so beautiful. She stretched out on the sofa and studied his handsome, chiseled face, his muscular build, his blue eyes and shoulder length black hair. He was sitting beside her on the sofa waiting for the start of the game, stroking her hips and ass.
“God, I love your butt,” he said. “I love stroking and kissing it.” He hesitated, “There’s only one thing I’d love to do more with it.”
“What’s that?” Christie thought she knew. “Are you asking me to try sodomy again?”
Randy had convinced her to try sodomy, but she didn’t really like it. It was too painful with Randy’s large cock.
“Okay, two things. The one you don’t know about is,” he leaned over to kiss her mouth and then whispered in her ear, “I’d like to spank your beautiful butt, very slowly and very, very hard.”
“What?” Christie was surprised, her brilliant blue eyes wide as she asked, “Spank me! Why? Why would you want to hurt me? What have I ever done to you?”
This was something she had never thought of letting any man do to her.
“I don’t want to hurt you. I would never, ever hurt you,” Randy protested. “Hurting you has nothing to do with it. A friendly, sexy, little spanking isn’t going to hurt. Sting maybe. Smart a little, maybe. But not hurt.”
“Yeah, that part about spanking me very hard doesn’t sound like it would hurt at all,” she sneered. “Why would it?”
“It wouldn’t hurt. It would just sting.” Randy seemed to think that he was making sense, but somehow Christie doubted his logic.
“I think your ass is one of the first things I was attracted to about you. I mean, I love your wavy, long blonde hair, your bright blue eyes and you have a fantastic shape. Your breasts are full and just the right size, large but not too large. I love your personality too,” he said earnestly, wanting her to understand. “You’re intelligent and warm and funny. But it was your ass that got my attention first when I saw you bending over, trying to get that kid’s baseball out from under your car. Without seeing anything else of you, I wanted to go out with you. I love your ass. I’ve always wanted to spank it and to see it turn pink, then red, and get warm. Then, when it’s nice and hot and stings a bit, I want to make hard, passionate love to you, really pound you into the mattress. It’d be fun.”
Randy continued, “I would never do it unless you were willing, and I would always quit when you said to stop. You could trust me, you know that, but I would always want you to be willing to submit. To roll over and uncover your butt, then wait for me to slap it and make it turn bright pink and smart.”
“So what brought this up?” Christie asked suspiciously. “Now, I mean. Why did you decide to play True Confessions just before a baseball game? Is this a sort of plot to get me to watch the damn game without complaining? Am I being distracted or is this a real decision? Is the choice between baseball and a spanking? Baseball sounds like the safer of the two.” She narrowed her eyes and stared at him, “Come on, Randy, I know you had a reason for bringing this up at this exact moment, what is it?”
“Can’t fool you, huh?” Randy almost looked a little guilty, almost. “All right, I was thinking of making a bet, a fun little bet with you about the game. It would make it more interesting for you to watch.” This last part sounded hopeful and yet a bit devious. “Then I remembered how you always say ‘you bet your ass,’ so I figured why not? We could bet swats on each other’s butt. At first, just as an experiment. Later, if you like it, maybe in the future, we can up the wagers a little bit, but never more than you want to bet. Never.”
Christie considered his words for a moment, looking into Randy’s smiling, mischievous face, then arched an eyebrow and said, “So? It’s worse than I thought. It’s not a choice between doing one of two things I don’t really want to do, just to please you. You want to have it both ways. You want me to watch a baseball game, which I think is boring, and have a spanking! Which sounds painful. Fine! Great!” Her voice didn’t sound like she thought it was fine or great.
“You could win the bet, you know,” Randy grinned, “then you’d get to spank me.”
“That’s a thought,” she mused, then went on, “okay, I’ll consider it. Spell out the terms and remember, if you lose the bet I’ll get to give the swats to you!”
Amazing, she thought, how far she would be willing to go to make a baseball game exciting! Even more amazing was how far she would go to please Randy. It’s a good thing he’s worth it.
“Okay. Here’s what I was thinking. At the end of each inning the person betting on the team losing at that point, gets a swat on the butt for every run that their team is behind. Not on the bare butt and not really hard. Okay, so far?”
Christie nodded, thinking that it didn’t sound too bad, yet. She had never really been spanked but several men had slapped her on the ass before. Is it something about her behind? Does it have a bulls-eye on it that only men can see? She wondered.
Randy went on. “After the swats from the last inning of the game, the loser gets a swat for all the runs scored by both teams, bare bottom and much harder. All right? Remember, you could win. I could be the one who gets most of the swats.”
Somehow, Christie decided as she listened to Randy, this bet sounded pretty well thought out. It was not just an off-the-cuff idea. She had never been spanked by anyone, not even as a child, but she didn’t think this sounded too terrible. Baseball games usually have such low scores. Heck, half the time the scores were 1-0, or 2-1.
Christie considered the idea for a little while, then she nodded. “Okay we’ll try it once, and if I don’t like it, that’s the end of it. What if we both want to pick the same team?”
“We’ll cut cards for it.” They shook on the bet just as the game started.
The first game seemed a little bizarre to Christie, her team was leading 1-0 at the end of the first inning but she found it hard to give Randy the swat on his butt. She had never thought of hitting him or anyone else. Not really.
When the score remained unchanged at the end of the second inning, Randy grabbed her hand.
He said, “Come on, Christie, don’t be such a wimp. You hit like a girl. Hit me a little harder please, put some force into it. When it’s my turn to swat your butt, I sure will!” She gave his ass a fairly decent swat and he said, “Better, but you still hit like a girl.”
Christie protested, “But I am a girl!”
“That’s no excuse!” Randy laughed, dodging the pillow that Christie threw at him.
Just then, Randy’s team had a batter hit a home run with two men on. “Oh my God!” she exclaimed. “You’re going to hit me this time.”
When the inning ended Randy looked at her and asked, “Going to wimp out?”
Randy made some funny chicken clucks but stopped when Christie rolled over and waited for him to give her the swats. He gave her butt two hard, sharp slaps, one on each cheek.
“I love to keep things balanced out,” he explained. “Now did that hurt?”
Reluctantly she admitted, “No, I’ll admit that it didn’t hurt, I hardly felt it.”
“It feels pretty good, I’ll bet.” He gave her a knowing smile.
“Yeah, sure.” She was sarcastic. “But don’t tell my lover because he’s a sadist.” She cuddled up in Randy’s arms.
During the next inning she found out that Randy could watch baseball and kiss at the same time, and very well too. Christie got two more swats at the end of the fourth inning but the score was tied at the end of the fifth. By the sixth inning, she found out that Randy could also suck on a tit and watch baseball, although he almost bit her nipple off when there was a great play! She led by one at the end of the sixth, and this time she laid it on him pretty hard.
At the end of the seventh she got to give him another swat, and at the end of the eighth her lead was two. At the end of the ninth inning the game was tied. In the tenth, disaster struck as she lost 6-5. Eleven swats, bare bottom, and much harder! Christie stared at Randy, her eyes big and round.
Randy gave her the single swat for the tenth inning before he gave her the quiet, firm command, “Zipper, love.”
Reluctantly, she unzipped her jeans and rolled over. She raised her hips to let Randy pull the jeans off her butt and slide her lacy panties down. She waited nervously for him to give her the harder swats on her bare bottom. Which he did, with a vengeance; all eleven were sharp and unmerciful. Each sharp slap made Christie squirm and gasp. They were a lot harsher than the previous swats, but strangely enough she didn’t really mind, not at all.
He rolled her over, and Rick, not being one to waste an open zipper, lowered his mouth to her soft, moist pussy.
“So,” she managed to say to Randy between moans, “is this when the part about pounding me into the mattress starts?”
“No, it starts after the next game. Which team do you want to bet on this time?”
“God! You really are a sadist.” She managed to get the words out before he lowered his head again, making it hard for her to think, let alone answer. “You want me to watch two baseball games and also let you spank me hard?”
They picked teams and watched a second game.
Christie started to enjoy their private bet a little bit more this time, even though for each of the first three innings she got one sharp swat. For the next three innings Randy got two swats each inning. Then for two innings it was tied. The game ended with her giving him seven swats on his bare ass, and she gave them quite vigorously. She had finally gotten completely into the spirit of the bet.
As Randy had promised, he took her into the bedroom and made love to her, a rough passionate kind of lovemaking that really fit his prediction of pounding her into the mattress. He spent a lot of time just teasing her, arousing her, sucking her pussy. He raised himself up above her and thrust into her soft, warm cunt. He started slowly and built it up into a crashing explosion. They both noticed that, if anything, the sex was a little wilder and more uninhibited after the light spankings.
The baseball season went on, with each one getting their share of playful spankings. Christie began to like it even though the spankings got a little harder each time. The sex that almost invariably followed got a little wilder each time too.
When football season started they carried on the bets, but only on pro football, not college. They altered the terms, too. They bet swats at the end of the half, over the clothes for the points scored by the opposing team. At the end of the game, the person betting on the losing team got bare-bottom swats for the total points margin. The swats became harder still, and the scores were higher. Then they started betting on the game by quarters.
They also started using a small cutting board of Christie’s as a paddle. It had a rectangular shape, about 4 x 6 inches, and was about half an inch thick; there was a wooden handle and a 4 x 4-inch tile set into the surface. The tile had a rooster painted on it. It stung like hell and made a noisy crack when it came into sharp contact with bare buttocks, but left no marks or permanent damage. The two gamblers both got their share of harder and longer spankings. They only bet on games that they could watch at home, together. Then they could settle up at each quarter and the half, and at the end of the game without waiting to get home from watching the game. The football season was highlighted by red-hot bottoms and hotter sex.
There was an exception to the pattern. They bet on one college game; to them, it was the only college game. It was an old traditional cross-town rivalry in southern California. They didn’t bet by the half or quarters, it was all out on the final score, but it was on total points scored by both teams. The spanking could be given in any way, with any kind of paddle or strap, in any place the winner wished. Christie lost 17-10, for a total of 27 swats.
Randy had Christie get a short length of rope which he used to tie her hands to the showerhead.
Seeing his intentions, Christie gave a nervous little laugh, “You’re going to tie me to the showerhead, how Marquis De Sade of you.”
“That’s not all.” He pulled out a square of black silk cloth. “I’m going to blindfold you too.”
“Oh no, you’re not,” Christie protested.
“Oh yes, I am.” Randy mocked her assertively.
He tied the scrap of silk over her eyes then turned on the water, and with her shower gel he soaped her ass. He played with the lather then turned off the shower and untied her without rinsing the lather off. He had her turn so that her butt was facing the open side of the shower stall, then had her spread her legs as far apart as the stall allowed. He told her to bend as far over as she could, bracing her hands on the tiled wall and sticking her butt out.
Instead of finding something new to hit her with, he used their old favorite paddle to settle the bet. He started to administer the swats, which he delivered quite a bit more energetically than ever before. Each blow was spaced out so that she could feel the pain separately, and each one was given with a hard fast stroke. They really stung her soapy white ass. She gasped and moaned all through the spanking, but only screamed once.
He turned on the warm water and rinsed the soap off her bright pink ass. Then he turned the water off again. He sat on the high step that formed the entrance to the shower stall. Taking her hips into his hands, he began to kiss and lick her butt, her anus, and ducking his head a little, her pussy. Finally, he joined her in the shower, turning the water back on. He had her get on her knees and suck his cock. He stopped her before he came and, bracing her back to the wall, lifted her onto his erect cock. He held her with his strong hands, firmly and not very gently squeezing her sore butt. It was fantastic! The bonus was that they managed all the athletic screwing without breaking their necks!
So it continued until the pro playoffs started. The local team was in the playoffs, and they felt it was even more exciting to watch the game with friends. That’s when they decided they could go out to watch the game and still settle the bets afterwards, at home. They went to the sports bar and watched the game with their friends Bill and Vicki.
At the end of the first quarter, Christie’s team led 3-0. She made a note on her napkin. “That’s three to you, Randy,” she said with an evil laugh. “Is there someplace around here where we can settle up?”
“I don’t think so. Let’s wait until we get home,” he suggested.
“Then I get to give you what you have coming.”
“Don’t worry love, you’ll get some too,” Randy replied with a smile and a pinch on her fanny. “In fact, my team just scored a touchdown!”
He threw her a wink and a pat on the same spot that he had just pinched.
“Come on, what’s the bet you two?” Bill asked. “I’m confused, when Christie’s team scores, she states that Randy is going to get something. Then, when Randy’s team scores, Christie is going to get some. Some what?”
“It’s personal,” Randy answered, while Christie blushed and choked on her drink. “Christie would kill me if I told you.”
“You mean it’s a sexy bet?” Bill persisted. “Come on Christie, are you too chicken to tell us about it? I dare you!”
Christie knew Bill, knew he was curious, knew he was persistent, knew he would keep up with the steady questioning until he found out the answer. She studied him for a moment, staring intently at his brown eyes and his warm, cheerful round face. Finally she seemed to come to a decision.
She downed her drink in one swallow and blurted out, “We bet our asses!”
“What do you mean?” Vicki asked.
“Spankings! We bet swats on the butt, one for each point ahead, by the quarter, and total score at the end of the game,” Christie told the pair, blushing furiously. “I get to give him three swats for the three point lead my team had at the end of the first quarter. So far he gets to give me four at the half. God! Make that ten, no eleven!” she exclaimed as his team scored and made the extra point.
“Kinda makes the ole ass feel warm all over already, doesn’t it love?” Randy patted her butt.
“You beat her?” Vicki was shocked. She shook her head sending her short brown curls springing.
“No, he doesn’t beat me, just playful little spankings. Besides, sometimes I win and I get to paddle his butt!” Christie tried to reassure her friend.
The score remained 14-3 at the half, so it was three to Randy and eleven to Christie. They waited for the second half kickoff. The third quarter was aggravating for both of them as both of the teams threatened, but nobody scored.
Their friends, Bill and Vicki, got caught up in the bet. Bill began to cheer for Randy’s team, although he was usually for the other side, and Vicki started cheering for Christie’s. She really didn’t give a damn which team won, but she was horrified at the very idea of Christie getting a spanking.
Finally with 1:37 left in the third quarter, Christie’s team scored making it 14-10. Then they recovered a fumble right after the kickoff and scored again making it 14-17. The third quarter ended with the tally for quarterly swats being six to Randy, eleven to Sally, and so far thirty-one for whoever lost at the end of the game.
In the fourth quarter, Randy’s team came to life and scored two touchdowns, making it 28-17. The final tally was six to Randy and twenty-two to Christie, for the quarters. Then, a walloping forty-five to Christie with the paddle on her bare butt for the points both teams had scored by the end of the game!
“Randy, you can’t give her that many, you’ll really hurt her!” Vicki protested. “Twenty-two swats is bad enough, but forty-five more for the total score. That’s sixty-seven swats!”
“No Vicki, twenty-two swats with his hand and forty-five blows with the paddle! Christie can take it. She can trust me not to hurt her. Not too much, anyway.” Randy enjoyed Vicki’s obvious state of horror and fascination. It was one of the most interesting combination of emotions that he had ever seen on anyone’s face! “Relax, it’s only a bet on a game. It’s not like we’re talking real hardcore S & M.”
Christie leaned over to whisper in Vicki’s ear. Vicki went red but she didn’t make any more protests.
“So? What’d you say to her?” Randy asked on the drive home.
“I told her that you wouldn’t really hurt me because you wanted to fuck my brains out as soon as it was all over!” Christie laughed. “What do you want to bet that they have a little wager between themselves for next week’s playoff game?”
When they got back to Christie’s house, they found out that Bill and Vicki had followed them home. The other couple had a strange request.
“Please, can we watch while you settle your bets?” Bill asked. “I know it’s a lot to ask. It’s private and personal, and probably more than a little embarrassing, but Vicki’s worried about Christie. You know how she is, I’ll never get another moment’s rest. Also, to be truthful, I’m a little curious.”
“It’s okay with me as long as it’s okay with Christie,” Randy said, as usual he was agreeable to almost anything. “But I don’t think you’ll be able to convince her.”
Christie moved closer to Randy and whispered in his ear. She whispered for a long, long time. Randy grinned and nodded. She spoke to the waiting couple.
“A little bit curious, Bill? Get real! If you were a cat, as in curiosity killed the…, you’d be dead,” she laughed at him.
She looked at Vicki, squarely meeting her best friend’s warm brown eyes. “Will you take my word for it? It’s going to be okay.” She read the answer in Vicki’s face and laughed. “Okay, come on in as long as you leave before we get to the part where Randy fucks my brains out. But there’s a price.”
“What price?” Vicki asked with trepidation.
“You’ll find out.” Randy winked at her, “Believe me, you’ll find out.”
They all went into the house. When Christie got inside, she laid on the sofa, face down.
“Go to it, Randy!” she said cheerfully.
He gave her the twenty-two swats, very hard, smart and fast. Each swat made a muffled THUNK as it landed on her slacks. She got up and Randy bent over on the end of the sofa and got his six swats.
Speaking quietly to Randy, Christie said, “Remember your promise.”
Vicki was exclaiming over the spanking she had witnessed. She didn’t even notice that Randy, standing partly behind her had raised his eyebrows and got Bill’s attention. He swung his head and gave a pointed look at Vicki’s butt, then he looked back at Bill. He raised his eyebrows again with a big questioning grin on his face. Bill gave a slight nod. Bill made his way around to the front of Vicki and then grabbed her in a bear hug.
He said, “Go for it!”
Randy gave Vicki a spanking exactly like the one Christie had received, very hard and smart. It was fast, sharp, and lasted for twenty-two swats. When it was over, Bill released Vicki.
Then Randy politely asked, “Coffee, anyone?”
At their nods, he went in to make some.
It was funny to watch Vicki. She was so mad she was sputtering, but she was also surprised and exasperated. At least it finally made her shut up. Christie was sitting on the sofa next to Bill, and they were both laughing hysterically. Randy brought out some coffee, some cold cuts and Swiss cheese that he sliced on a small cutting board. He went to the kitchen when he realized that he had forgotten the cream and sugar. He served the refreshments.
After several minutes passed he asked in a casual tone of voice, “So Vicki, how does your butt feel?”
Vicki said, “What?” Then she realized what he meant. “It doesn’t hurt!” She was genuinely surprised.
“I’m sorry we had to ambush you like that. It seemed to be the only way to convince you that I wasn’t about to be beaten to death,” Christie said.
“But won’t the paddle hurt more?” Vicki asked.
“Yes, but not enough to really matter. It really just stings enough to make it a little scarier and more exciting. Understand now?” Christie asked.
“I guess so,” she grinned ruefully. “I’d better try to understand. Or else I might get a surprise demo of the paddle. Do you really get to paddle Randy sometimes?” She secretly thought it might even be fun to paddle Bill.
“She sure does, and she’s ruthless,” Randy replied. “But now it is time for the paddle. I really hate to say this Vicki, but you are definitely going to get a demo of the paddle. In fact, this time I think we’ll start with you.”
Randy put the remaining cheese on a small plate and picked up the small cutting board. It was their regular paddle.
“No way!” Vicki protested, her face going pale as she looked at the paddle. “I’m not going to let you use that on me, especially for forty-five swats.”
“Of course we wouldn’t give you that many swats. You have to build up to it. This is just a little demonstration, a sample,” Christie gently explained to her friend, even as Vicki was edging her way to the door. “We won’t even make you take down your underwear.”
“Why not?” Bill asked.
Randy and Christie exchanged a long glance, then finally Christie said, “Sure, why not?”
Before Vicki could reach the door, Bill and Christie cut her off. In a flash, they had her black tailored slacks down and had pulled her over to the dining table. With one of them holding each arm, they forced her to bend over and lie on the table. Randy stood behind her and used the paddle after he had lowered her lacy black underwear. He gave her twelve moderately hard swats with the paddle, six on each cheek. She screeched at each one, especially the ones that landed on her when her buttocks were tensed up. When it was over they let her up, and she stood there with her face red, glaring at them.
Christie took the paddle. “Your turn, Bill.” She spoke with quiet authority and a degree of challenge in her voice. “Or did you think we were going to let you off after giving her a free sample?”
Bill looked at Randy and at Vicki. Vicki, her face red, was rubbing her behind tenderly. She sounded angry as she challenged, “Are you chicken? Or is it okay for me but not you?”
Bill dropped his jeans and bent over the table in position. Christie pulled down his underwear and used the paddle. Just before she hit Bill the first time, Randy said one thing.
He said, “Bill, Christie’s a lot harsher than I am. And of course, we went a lot easier on Vicki because she had a spanking first.” He paused. “I have to warn you, Christie is probably going to hurt you.”
As soon as he got the last word out, Christie started. As Randy had predicted, Christie was harsher than he had been with Vicki. She gave him a full dozen on each cheek, and she gave them to him as hard as she could. Randy and Vicki held Bill in placed but he did struggle and cry out. Christie felt a small victory that she was able to make him yell and squirm.
When Christie was finished, she silently handed the paddle to Vicki who gave him six more swats. The last six were not very hard, but Vicki enjoyed giving them to Bill. When she was finished, Bill stood up and pulled up his shorts and his jeans.
Randy said, “The whole point of this was to paddle Christie for losing the football bet. Now it’s her turn and I think we’ve waited long enough. Zipper, love.” He gave the familiar command to Christie.
She looked at the two spectators, then back at Randy. “Aw come on, they’ve seen butts before,” he said.
She unzipped her pants without a word, and then laid down on the sofa on her stomach. Just like she always did, she lifted her hips letting him pull her pants down. Just like always, she pulled down her lacy underwear. He raised the paddle and brought it down hard and fast on Christie’s buttocks. CRACK! CRACK! He gave her twenty-five on the right side, then he paused before turning his attention to her left cheek. He gave her the final twenty. The blows with the paddle were given faster and much more severely than the swats he had given her with his hand. They were much harder, more deliberately laid on. Each blow hurt more than the one before it, and the whole paddling was given ruthlessly right from the start.
Although the paddling made Christie’s butt glow red and feel hot to the touch, she didn’t make any outcry except faint moans. She squirmed quite a bit but she knew enough not to tense up her buttocks. She kept her cheeks relaxed throughout the whole paddling, even though it was given severely and hurt quite a bit.
“Boy! You really took that well, Christie,” Bill said. “Can I?” At her nod, he patted her butt. It was warm to his touch.
“Well, we started it out slow and easy during baseball season and, you know, lower scores. Hockey hardly seems worth it,” Christie explained.
“What about basketball?” Bill asked.
“The scores are too high!” Christie exclaimed at the same moment as Randy said, “Maybe next year.”
“And back to how I learned how to take it well, we started without the paddle. Then we built up as I got used to it and began to trust Randy to know my limits. We bet for fun and a little excitement, not to inflict pain.”
“I don’t want to be rude,” Randy said, “but don’t you two have some place to go? I sure do hate to waste a glowing ass!”
Ignoring the other couple, he gave Christie a quick kiss on her bright red butt!
“Well, I can tell when we’re not needed. I guess we better leave. Maybe we can go home now and find something to do,” Bill said, patting Vicki on her fanny. “Something fun and sweaty and very, very sexy.”
“Dream on, sadist.” Vicki moved away from him, but she had a sly smile curving her lips. “You’re going to pay for getting me into this.”
“I didn’t even hit you, all I did was help hold you in place,” Bill protested his innocence.
“That was enough, more than enough.” Vicki told him sternly, “You are in deep trouble now, mister.”
“Make him pay, Vicki,” Christie said, laughing. “For the pain and humiliation. I’m sure you can think of some interesting ways to do it.”
“Oh, he’ll pay all right.” Vicki smiled as only a woman could, a wicked smile that made Bill fear for his safety.
“Good night. I’d walk you to the door but I’m busy,” Randy hinted. “Don’t let the door hit you in the butt on the way out.”
And indeed, as soon as Vicki and Bill left, Randy put her ass and her whole body to good use. They made love right there on the sofa, fucking fast and furiously. They came to a tremendous climax and lay there for several minutes recovering before Randy took her to bed and made long, slow, tender love to her far into the night. Good night. Long night. No sleep!
My lover read this. I got a reward. His hand, tongue, belt and two paddles on my bare butt hard enough to sting (I pushed him a time or two) but not too hard (I eased him off a time or two). Can that guy give great rewards or what?
