“Oh, yes.” His breath ghosts across my ear. “That’s why it’s a punishment. “But if you take it like a good girl…” he leans back and tucks a thick strand of hair behind my ear, “I’ll give you a reward.”
Did I know this was going to happen when I drove up the mountain? Some part of me knew that even if I made the first move, Joel would take me on his terms. But I never imagined this, not even in my wildest fantasies—most of which starred Joel.
“Are you ready?” He doesn't wait for the answer. He's already guiding me up and doing exactly what he said he’d do.
I can't stand to look at him when he undoes my jeans button and pulls down the zipper. His knuckles brush the soft bulge of my belly and there's a sharp ache right in my core. I need him to go further. But I'm afraid of what will happen when he does.
He eases me over his lap, face down this time, so my stomach rests on the hard and powerful muscles of his legs. He tips me over so I'm a little off balance. I’m two sides of a triangle and my ample rear end is the apex, pointed up right at him. Not a flattering position. I’m used to hiding, using sweatshirts to cover up my softness and size.
His fingers ghost up my thigh, and my skin prickles under the thin layer of denim.
“You're so beautiful,” he mutters. Each pass of his hand wakes my body up, bringing it to life. I never knew my bottom had so many nerve endings. “I can't believe this is happening.”
Same,Joel.Same.
Something prods my stomach. It's his dick. I shift so I’m not crushing it, but he steadies me with a hand in the small of my back. I'm clutching his leg, off balance, and wait for his hand to descend.
The first few smacks over my jeans are underwhelming. His palm claps down with a thuddy sound. There’s sensation but there's no pain.
“Ready for more?”
“Yes.”
He chuckles. “I should have known. Let’s get these jeans off you.”
I start to rise and his hand on my back turns to steel.
“No.” He holds me down and yanks off my jeans somehow, scooting them over my hips. Now my face is really red. I’m ass-up and totally exposed. I wore my best underwear—a blush-pink bra and panty set. I didn’t anticipate this happening, but I'd hopedsomethingwould.
“Pink.” He sounds like he’s been punched in the gut. He trails his fingers across my bottom, exploring. My panties are so thin, I feel everything. The way his rough callouses catch on my soft skin. There’s reverence in the way he touches me.
His palm crashes down, and the air goes out of my lungs. He peppers my bottom with sharp, stinging smacks. Tears spring into my eyes.
But a part of me is satisfied.This is more like it.He said this was punishment. Punishment shouldn't be fun. This is the way I earn my reward. And I love to strive and earn things. To prove myself.
“This is what happens to naughty girls who disobey me.” He spanks in a rhythm, harder when he wants to emphasize something. “You’ll remember my lecture this time, Lainey. You’ll never put yourself in danger again.”
Yes, yes, yes.I can’t speak. I can’t breathe.
The flat of his hand claps my bottom, hard, sending fire shooting through me. “Your ass is getting nice and pink for me.”
My breath rushes out of me in a half gasp. Am I laughing? Crying? This is so weird. The humiliation and intimacy all rolled into one.
He pulls down my panties and I freeze up again, imaging my big dimpled bottom on display. His hand skates across my skin, barely touching me. I want to wiggle away from him but he catches me before I even try.
“You're almost done with your punishment. And then…” He dips his fingers between my legs, brushing the pouting lips of my pussy. All the air leaves the room. “Breathe, Lainey.”
He lets his palm crash down on one cheek and then the other, covering every part of my bottom and even the tops of my thighs. I kick my feet and writhe, but he winds a leg around mine, pinning me so that I'm still. He’s way stronger than I am.
The part of me that's fighting gives up and lets go. My thoughts float away, too. There's nothing but Joel’s body wrapped around mine, and the punishing kiss of his hand on my skin that sparks heat and pain.
I float in a warm haze. I don't realize he stopped spanking me until he strokes my labia again and a different sensation sings through me. His skilled fingers dance over my intimate parts, finding my clit and painting it with my own wetness. This is so different to when I touch myself, or the few fumbling attempts my ex made. With Logan, if my clit was in Kansas, his finger would be at the North or South Pole.
“You did good for me, taking your punishment.” He takes one of my lower lips between his thumb and forefinger, and rubs. “Now it's time for your reward.” I'm restless, shifting on his legs again. He clamps his limbs down and holds me so that I can’t slide away. Unable to move, I’m forced to focus on the feelings. He tickles my clit and circles it, rubbing at the itchiest spots, making the neediness build in my limbs until a little golden pulse flares through me and satisfaction floods my core. My lips part and my breath comes in a rush. The first pulse is followed by another, and another. And all the while, Joel rubs my back, murmuring, “Good girl.”
I’m wobbly when he pulls off my underwear and jeans and eases me back up. My face is flushed from being upside down. My hair is a lost cause.
“Whoa,” I breathe, and his eyes crinkle.
