The heat that flushed through her had nothing to do with the way he was touching her.Just being called his good girl made her want to melt as much as his hands on her did—if not more.Johanna leaned toward him, daring to press her lips to his, and he groaned as he pulled her closer to him, kissing her back.
Running her fingers through his hair, Johanna enjoyed the thrilling sensation of being atop him, of feeling his cock pressing into her stomach while his hands kneaded her buttocks.The silky material of her peignoir and nightrail amplified the sensations as it slid over her skin every time she moved.She shifted atop him so her legs were no longer wrapped around his torso but rather bent at the knee, so she was kneeling over his thighs, her lower legs completely uncovered by fabric.
Matthew groaned and pulled away from the kiss.
“If I am going to spank you, it needs to be now,” he said gruffly, pulling her up from his lap, then back down.Johanna found herself across his lap rather than straddling it, her stomach over his thighs, his cock pressing into her side.The bed supported her upper body and her legs, and she shivered as she felt silk slide over her skin, baring her bottom to him.
She did not understand why it had to be now, but she was hardly going to protest.
Especially as his hand glided over her bare skin, cupping her bottom… then lifting and coming down with a sharp smack.
Johanna gasped, more at the surprise than the sting.It did hurt, a bit, but it was not the same as any pain she’d ever felt before.Perhaps because she had asked for it.Knew it was coming.
His hand came down on her other cheek, and she dropped her head against the bedcover, trying to understand why something that hurt also felt so good.Felt so exciting.
Then his hand came down again.And again.Johanna moaned as he began to pepper her backside with sharp, crisp swats that both stung and aroused.She was beginning to understand what he meant by an enjoyable spanking.It felt as though she was being warmed all over.
Every time his hand came down, it stung, but it almost immediately receded into a steady, throbbing warmth that went straight through her core, making her pussy clench.She could feel it when she moved her legs, rubbing the slippery lips of her womanhood together, her insides quivering with arousal.Little whimpers began to escape her lips as she lifted her hips, begging for more with her body.
Then the swats shifted, from her buttocks to the very sensitive spot just beneath them.Johanna gasped as she lurched forward, trying to get away.Matthew’s arm braced across her back, pinning her in place on his lap.The sting was far sharper, yet her body still had the same reaction of aroused excitement.
“Ow!”She squirmed against his hold as he began to spread the swats down the backs of her thighs.
“You are my good girl, are you not, kitten?”
Johanna felt very much like the naughty kitten he’d just called her.Just as she had when he’d been holding the back of her neck.And she liked it just as much as she liked being called his good girl.
“Yes, Matthew.”
“Say it.”His hand snapped against her thighs again.“I want to hear you say you’re my good girl.”
“I’m your good girl.”She moaned as he returned to her bottom, giving the hot skin there two sharp swats—one on each heated cheek.
“Tell me you’re my kitten.”
“I’m your kitten.”
Another two swats of reward, making her moan and lift her hips again.She much preferred being spanked on her bottom than her thighs.Her thighs made it very easy for her to imagine how it could become a punishment.
Thankfully, she did not need a punishment.
Because she was her husband’s good, cheeky girl.His kitten.
She liked that.
Kittens could be quite cheeky, but they were still good kittens.
Matthew’s hand came down on her bottom again, but instead of lifting immediately, he rubbed the swat into her sore skin.Johanna moaned and pushed her buttocks back against his touch, her insides throbbing.It felt like she was so empty, and she needed to be filled.
“What does my wife want tonight?”he asked, continuing to rub his hand over the hot skin of her bottom, as if he wanted to feel how well he had done.“Would you like to lick my cock and drink my cream and be my kitten like this morning?Or would you like to be properly fucked like only a good girl can be?”
Johanna hesitated.She was rather sore still, she suspected.But she also felt empty, like she wanted to be filled.Yet at the same time, she’d enjoyed having him in her mouth this morning, and surely that would not make her sorer…
How to decide?
Peeking shyly over her shoulder at him, through her curtain of hair, she smiled hopefully.
“Can we use your coin to decide?”
