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“You’re never more beautiful than when this gorgeous bottom is jiggling and bouncing under my palm, Eva. I wish you could see it.” I smacked her again, much harder, and she mewled, my palm tingling as I caught her across the upper portion of her buttocks. “Maybe sometime this weekend I’ll set up a mirror, so you can watch this big bottom of yours get another painful dose of what it needs? Would you like that?”
She whimpered into the covers, the sound vaguely resembling, “No, sir.”
I smacked her firmly several more times, saying nothing, enjoying the simple pleasure of punishing the beautiful, bared buttocks of my wife.
For now.
Slipping two fingers into her cleft, my thumb rubbing across her bottomhole, I tested the heat and wetness between the lips of her sex, pleased to find her sopping.
“You may say you don’t want this, but your cunt is making you a liar. You’resowet, slut. I think you like it when a man hurts your ass for you. But you can’t bear to admit it. Just like when a man hurts those big tits of yours too, isn’t it?”
“No…” It was a half-hearted denial, belied by the spicy scent of her juicy cunt now clearly in the air.
I wiped my fingers off across her lower back, leaving a glistening trail upon her skin.
As she wriggled over my lap, gasping and whining now and then, I spanked her in earnest, ensuring her bottom glowed a nice blush before ceasing with a couple final, cruel strikes right into the tender juncture where her luscious buttocks met her thighs, her sharp cry making me chuckle softly.
“Settle down,” I murmured, caressing her ass, forcing her head back down with my right hand. “Be still for me.”
For a few minutes, I simply held her there, pinned down over my lap as I massaged and fondled her warm, well-spanked buttocks, not letting her up until she began to moan just the slightest bit, and the scent of her pussy grew stronger. I wanted her aroused and needy.
Then I rose, helping her to her feet. She still blushed, but whether it was from arousal or embarrassment, I couldn’t tell. “Go get the sluttiest heels you packed for this trip.”
She looked up at me, one eyebrow arched. “Heels? Um, okay?” She glanced at the panties still bunched around her lower thighs.
“I’ll take those.” I dropped to one knee, taking a deep breath of her mouthwatering scent, her pussy mere inches from my face, and drew the satin down. She leaned a hand on my shoulder as I extricated her feet. Then I rose to my full height once more, letting her see me tuck the panties into my front pocket. “Now, go.”
She scurried over to the front closet near the door where her bags were piled, searching through one then another. I wished I’d disposed of her shirt as well, as it was impeding my view of her breasts as she bent over the suitcases. I’d remedy that shortly, though.
With the sound of a zipper drawn closed, she turned to me, holding up a pair of black, leather, strappy heels. They were quite high indeed, five inches easily. “These are… probably it.”
“I’m surprised you packed somethatslutty. Put them on—no wait, come here first.”
She obeyed, crossing the room, holding the heels before her with two hands as if she were a penitent bringing incriminating evidence to her interrogator. I found I liked that imagery quite a lot, actually.
“Put the shoes on the bed.” When she complied, I grasped the front hem of her shirt, and her body tensed. I gave her a warning growl. “Watchthat. Stand still.”
“Sorry…” Her head drooped, her hair partially hiding her blushing face.
I drew the fabric up, Eva having the presence of mind to lift her arms to allow me to remove her shirt quickly. Her breasts bounced into view, and I threw the shirt on the bed. Taking one of her nipples between thumb and forefinger, I shook the heavy globe gently. “Theseare to be out at all times unless I say otherwise. Do I make myself clear?”
“Y-yes…”
“Yes,what?” I reveled in the flood of pink up her cheeks.
“Yes, sir.”
I let her nipple go, then took my jacket off. It was leather, roomy, and warm; the weather that morning, gloomy and wet, was even cooler than it had been the day before. “Put on your heels.”
She plucked them off the mattress, then bent over.
“No—over there.” I pointed to the center of the room.
“Nick…”
“Do it, or I’ll warm that bottom for you again. Youwon’tlike that, no matter what your wet pussy might think.”
Her lips twisted adorably as she walked reluctantly to the designated spot.
