“Ah, that must be her…” he said to himself. He’d been waiting for her to come over for about an hour. He was annoyed that she was late, but figured he would get even with her later. I wanted this spanking role play so badly!
“Come in!” he yelled, and she opened the door slowly and peeked in.
She looked great. She was wearing a pair of jeans, a sweatshirt and a nice blouse. He knew because he had seen it before. But even dressed casually she looked really good, and what was underneath made his mouth water.
She walked into the living room slowly, nervous because she had made him sit around waiting for her, but trying to explain.
“I had a class that went overtime and then I was dragged off to do some work with my project partners,” she stammered, “and it took me forever to get away…”
He looked at her and melted, she was so sweet looking. But then he remembered, she had to be punished for being late. But not too much. Just a little torture to spice up the evening for the two of them.
“Strip!” he commanded, “but first come over here and give me a kiss.”
She walked over slowly, nervously, trying not to show him how much she wanted this, because that was part of the game. You had to play your role to the hilt, or it would get even tougher. She leaned over him as he sat on the couch and gave him a warm kiss on the lips. Her tongue darted out and met his. They held it for just an second and then he broke away.
His hands reached out and grabbed the bottom of her sweatshirt and started tugging it up her body. She tried to learn back to balance herself, but he merely tugged harder, keeping her slightly off balance. As the shirt hem got caught on her big boobs, and then continued, her nipples erected from the stimulation.
She obediently raised her arms over her head, still leaning over him as he sat on the couch. As the shirt went over her head she was struck by the realization that it was much like having been blindfolded, the blackness just sucking up the light and muffling the sounds around her.
Then he stooped tugging, leaving her bent over, with her hands out and her head muffled. His hands then started running down her sides, carefully avoiding her breasts, to her jeans. There his hands moved in, the button at the tops of her jeans. He slowly undid the button, then pulling the zipper down…down…down…the sounds sounding distant and far away because of the shirt around her head.
All she could see was a little circle of light, and all she could feel was his hands on her body. The hands went back to their tugging, but this time they were tugging the shirt out of her jeans. The hands went to work on the buttons of her blouse, slowly caressing the skin that was exposed as the shirt fell to the sides.
After a few moments he returned to tugging on the jeans, this time to remove them.
Followed by the rest of her clothing. Then suddenly he pulled her across his lap, face down. As she lay face down in his lap, she started to think of what would happen. From previous “spankings” she knew she could expect anything, from just a light cursory slapping, to full, cheek reddening hits with a brush. She hoped it would be the first and not the second, though she remembered how he “made up” to her after that time too…
“Now for being such a late girl, I’m going to make you wait,” he said, “and this will be quite interesting for us both.” SMACK!
The first blow of his hand landed right on the middle of her ass, the globes flattening from the impact of his hand. He could see his hand print for just a second, then it slowly faded away…
“Ouch!” she yelped, and tried to clench her cheeks together and move them away from his hands.
“That was for making me wait…now this is to make sure you can wait” he laughed. She felt his fingers on her ass, lightly tracing each globe. She twitched a little because it tickled and before she knew it, SMACK! As second slap on her ass.
“Ow! That hurt!” she cried.
“And if you make another move it will hurt even more” he replied as he continued to trace out the contours of her ass. “Every time you make a move, I’m going to do this spanking thing with you. If you try to get away, or stop me, it will just get worse. So just settle down and enjoy…”
With that he ran his fingers up the crack, and was rewarded with a twitch of her muscles. SMACK! She tensed at the spank, but said nothing, looking at the floor and trying to separate the feelings she was getting. First there was his hands, his maddening hands on her body. Arousing her, teasing her and tickling her.
It was the hardest thing she had every tried, to lie still while his hands explored her. She could feel his finger slowly slide up her inner thighs, and slowly tickling her just below her pussy. She twitched, SMACK! And the hands kept moving, making her hotter and hotter, yet frustrating her even more because she couldn’t give into the urge to clench her cheeks and keep his fingers there forever.
She sighed, in both pleasure and frustration. Her nipples were hard and aching, waiting for stimulation, her hairy pussy was getting wetter and wetter by the second, and her ass was getting redder and redder.
As he slipped his finger inside her, she moaned out loud and squeezed involuntarily, trying to keep the sensation…SMACK! SMACK! Another one of the spanking routine!
“Damn! That hurt!” she squealed, and tried to squirm off his lap. She felt his other hand reach around and get a better grip, keeping her securely on his knees. He just laughed at her, and kept moving his fingers. In and out, first one, then two, then three. Each time she was getting wetter, and hotter, and more aroused, as his fingers slipped out and traced their way up her crack. As the wetness reached her asshole, she twitched yet again…SMACK!… the whole spanking thing was making her hot!