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Snorting out a giggle, she gave a high-pitched squeak as another hard smack landed on her pale bottom. Each blow stung, smarting far more than she remembered from her last spanking. Max was right; it had been a long time since he’d given her a good spanking. They’d only seen each other for a few weekends in the last three months. She found that she couldn’t even remember the last time she’d been over his knee.
The scalding to her tender rear escalated. The flesh of her bottom began to feel hot. A tear escaped and she began to weep. The ineffectual waggle dance she always performed at this stage in a spanking began. She shifted her hips back and forth. She felt Max tighten his hold about her waist as she attempted to swim sideways in order to avoid the raining smacks.
“Uh, uh, stay in position, baby, or I’ll fetch my belt,” he growled.
She writhed, desperately wanting to get to the point where she found the spanking pleasurable, that moment when pain and pleasure morphed into an incredible surge of overwhelming lust. Sometimes Max stopped that from happening by spanking at different speeds so she couldn’t get to that delicious peak but that was usually when she was receiving a real punishment. This spanking was one she had expected since they had been a long time apart. Max was painting a message on her ass. He was her man and he was back in charge of his woman.
She adored the sub-text that flowed between them. They each seemed to know what the other needed without words or endless discussion.
The cadence of his spanks remained even paced. She found herself panting. Her tears dried. She was in the zone. She could feel that her pussy was drenched. The delicious build of pressure was spiraling, she was about to come. Josie had had orgasms before from a long drawn out spanking and Max, discovering her ability to orgasm from an intense session across his knee, delighted in spanking her to ecstasy.
Perhaps he would carry on until she came? Her sighs turned to groans as she felt his hand caressing her buttocks, stroking and squeezing her heated orbs. Then his fingers trailed down between her thighs.
“I have a very wanton little girl lying across my lap; her pussy is drenched. I wonder why that should be?” Max slid his fingers inside her and pumped slowly. Sucking sounds and the sharp, musky smell of arousal filled the air. “Surely she doesn’t like her daddy spanking her naughty bottom? Perhaps she does?”
Josie moaned, putty in his hands.
“Open your legs wider. Lift your bottom high. I want to look at my pretty, wet pussy.”
She mewled at the lewd picture he painted in her mind, readily complying with his order.
“Such a perfect wet pussy! Tell Daddy what his naughty girl wants?”
Josie could barely speak. “You,” she managed to gasp.
His thumb grazed her labia.
“My finger here, maybe?”
“N-noo…”
“What then, my mouth?”
“Hmm…” A hard spank on her rump caused her to jump and focus her mind. She managed to form a sentence in her head, finally managing to speak aloud.
“Your cock. Inside me. I want you to fuck me so hard that I scream, Sir!”
His fingers and thumb moved furiously over her engorged clit and she felt a rush of liquid lust. “You do, huh? Then ask me nicely, little subbie.”
“PleaseDaddy, Sir, will you fuck me with your great, big cock?” she pleaded in a breathy, little girl voice.
He immediately flipped her onto her back and spread her legs wide, thrusting his engorged organ into the cleft between her thighs, sliding easily inside her liquid warmth. His entrance elicited a long, grateful moan from Josie as she lay quivering from weeks of pent-up desire.
He eased out of her slick canal before pushing home again. There was a pause while he bent to suckle her taut nipples, teasing and nipping, until she writhed beneath him, exciting him to greater penetration. He began to pound into her snug channel. Josie felt the heady rush of orgasm overwhelm her and screamed his name. He wasn’t far behind.
“Baby!” he bellowed even as she gasped.
Afterward she lay drowsily in her lover’s arms. Suddenly she recalled that they’d left the kitchen light on, and stirred to rise.
“What’s the matter?” Max queried groggily.
“We left the kitchen light on,” she muttered, sitting up.
He pulled her firmly back against his solid chest. “Leave it,” he mumbled against her neck. His massive biceps tightened about her. She felt solidly safe as he spooned around her body protectively. Sighing and happily relaxed, safe in the circle of his arms, she drifted off to sleep.
The following morning they came together again in a more languid manner, their lovemaking gentle and romantic, full of whispered endearments and declarations of love. Later, they took a shower together and despite having just had sex, Max turned Josie to the wall under the warm cascade of water and possessed her from behind, pounding into her until she screamed her release. He growled his adoration into her ear as his manhood pulsed, filling her with the physical manifestation of his love. Afterward he soaped her and washed her hair. She groaned as he massaged her scalp with conditioner.
Invigorated by their lovemaking, they decided to go out for breakfast before walking over to the Dome where Max had an appointment with Brent.
