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“Your ass. It’s perfect. So beautiful.” He cups one cheek, running a thumb up and down between my ass cheeks, over my panties. I get wetter with each firm thumb stroke, my pussy pulsing and clenching.
The wet heat, the tightening of my muscles, makes me think of something I once heard a female contestant say on a UK reality show, telling a guy he was giving her “fanny flutters.” I had to google the term. Apparently in the UK they call their pussy a fanny.
Well, right now I’ve got a serious case of pussy pulses. Not very cute… Pussy palpitations?
Kitty quivers.
I’ve got a serious case of kitty quivers.
He teases me, tugging at the stretchy fabric of the band. “Do you want me to get rid of these?”
Heat and desire wash over me. It feels so good to have him stroking me over my panties. What will his big, rough hand feel like on my bare skin?
I want to find out.
Silently, I nod.
His dark chuckle returns. “No, baby. With me, you have to use your words. I have to know you want this.”
God.
I can’t. I can’t speak. He’s going to make me, though, isn’t he? The really twisted part?
I’m the one who has to make me say the words.
And he knows that.
He slides under my panties, his warm, rough skin gripping at my curves. “Can you say it, baby? Can you ask me for what you want? More than anything else in the world right now? Tell me you want me to spank you.”
I try to hold back, but the heady shame forces a moan to rise up the back of my throat, escaping my parted lips. “Uhn…” The sound gets him hard, his cock pressing into my belly. Fuck… that’s hot.
I’ve never been as turned on as I am right now. He’s fully in control. I’m lying helpless over his lap, powerless, as he holds my ass in his firm grip.
I’ve wanted this for so long…
I could never ask for what I want. I’d heard whispered words of Bachman Beauties and their shameful kinks. Only these women owned their desires, allowing their partners to fully take charge.
I could never, ever have asked a man to spank me.
Honestly, until I was in his car, having that make-me-blush-so-hard convo with him, I don’t even think I knew what I wanted to ask for.
Now, the words don’t come easily, in fact, my tongue feels glued to the roof of my mouth, but at least now I know…
Deep down inside me, I’ve been wanting to say them.
“Please,” I say, my words breathy with shame. “Please spank me.”
“Good girl,” he croons. “You’re such a good girl.”
He tugs at my panties, pulling them down over my ass. He leaves them wrapped around the tops of my thighs. Cool air dances across my skin, chill bumps rising. He brushes his hand over my now bare skin.
My body is so responsive, it’s like there are tiny electrical pulses lighting up all over my skin. My breaths come a little faster, my heart beats a little harder as he lifts his hand in the air.
I can feel it, hovering over my skin.
The anticipation brings the kitty quivers back in full force.
My muscles tighten. I can’t help it but my ass cheeks clench together. So embarrassing. I keep my face buried in my hands, my forehead pressed into the covers. His hand comes down, a soft, stinging pat on the center of my ass.
