“Ooh, don’t stop.”
“Does that mean you don’t remember?”
“I can’t stand it,” she complained, “remember what?”
“My promise to spank you. I promised when we were together before, and I promised you a few minutes ago. I think it’s time I kept that promise.”
“You’re going to do it now?” she gasped. “Right now?”
“Seems as good a time as any,” he said with a wicked grin, and releasing her wrists, he quickly flipped her on to her stomach and yanked up her hips.
“OH, MY GOSH! What are you doing?”
“You do have an incredibly spankable ass.”
“I can’t believe this! Why do I feel so—”
“So what?” he asked smoothing his hand over her backside. “So embarrassed?”
“Yes, and, ooh, I feel so weird.”
“That’s natural, but I’ll bet…” he said, his voice trailing off as he slipped his fingers between her legs, “uh-huh, you’re soaked, and in a few minutes you’re going to be even more soaked. Now keep still, and don’t shout out like that again.”
“I didn’t mean to, I was just shocked.”
“I know you’ve been craving this.”
“How could I be craving something I’ve never had?”
“Now you’re just being coy. I think I’ll add a few extra slaps for that.”
“Okay, I have,” she said quickly, “but it’s weird and I don’t know why.”
“There is no why. It’s just how God made you, and I’m the other side of that coin. Are you ready?”
“I guess.”
“Nope, I need more than that.”
“Good grief.”
“Are you ready?”
“Yes, I’m ready.”
Though her voice had been filled with trepidation, he’d also heard excitement, and raising his hand he brought it down with several quick slaps, not hard, but carrying a sting that would not disappoint her.
“OW.”
“I said no shouting.”
“Sorry.”
“Here, bury your head in this,” he suggested, reaching for her dress and handing to her.
“You mean I’ll need to?”
“You might. I won’t spank you too hard, but it’s still going to hurt.”
“Ooh.”
“Unless you’d rather I stop. Do you want me to stop, Paige?”
“Uh, no…no I don’t.”
“Right then, roll up your dress and bury your head.”
Though he didn’t think her yelps or the sound of his smacking hand would carry around to the rocky point to Jack’s ears, having her muffle her squeals in her dress added some extra spice to the moment, and waiting until she was settled, he began to land his slaps in an easy rhythm as he traveled his flattened palm across her cheeks. When she began to squirm, he moved his slaps lower, and after adding a few good swats to her sit spot, eliciting a series of mewling cries, he paused and ran his hand over her warm pink skin.
“How are you feeling?”
“Please will you touch me?” she begged, turning her head to look at him over her shoulder.
“That was not the answer to my question,” he said firmly, delivering a solid smack to the center of her bottom. “How are you feeling?”
“OW, did you have to do that?”
“And again,” he declared landing another hard slap.
“OWW.”
“How are you feeling?”
“My ass is stinging, how do you think I feel?”
“I can’t believe you just said that,” he muttered, shaking his head and grinning at her nerve. “Anything else?”
“Yes. I feel…”
“Go on, everything. Tell me everything.”
“Cole, I love it. I mean, I don’t but I do. I really do, I just don’t know why.”
“We don’t always need to know why we like something, now close your eyes and feel my hand rub away the burn. That was your introduction.”
