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Angel groaned and wiggled her bottom, but he left his hand resting there, waiting for her answer. She sighed.
“For moving my hands, calling you names, and trying to avoid a spanking,” she said softly. Her head twisted around, her bright amber eyes wide and innocent. “But I didn’t mean to move my hands, I didn’t even notice I had.”
“It will be good for you to work on it,” he said sternly. She let out another little huff of air and twisted her neck back around, laying quiescent over his lap. “You’d better keep them in place now, grip my quilt if you have to.”
Waiting until she’d bunched the fabric into two tight little fists, Adam raised his hand as she tensed, anticipating the blow.
“Relax. And count each one.”
A deep breath and she did as he commanded, a feeling of delighted power rushing through him.
Smack!
“Oh!” There was more surprise in her voice than anything else. He hadn’t hit hard, just enough to sting. “One.”
“Good girl.”
Smack!
“Two.”
By the time she got to ten, her voice was becoming a little more strained. Now that she was warmed up, the skin of her bottom slightly pinker than the rest of her, he felt able to begin to spank her a little harder, knowing it would still be enjoyable.
“What color are you at, Angel?” His fingers drifted down to where her panties were covering her bare pussy lips, teasing the outer lips of her labia through the wet fabric.
“Green, Sir.” The breathy response was accompanied by a little wiggle of her bottom, seeking out more touch from his fingers. She whimpered a little as he pulled them away instead and returned his hand to the warmed skin of her ass.
Smack!
“Eleven!”
His cock was already swelling again, and she counted out each slap, her body rocking against him. Not because she wanted to get away from it, but because she desperately wanted to rub her clit against his thigh, and she wasn’t in quite the right position to be able to do so.
Smack!
“Twelve!”
Smack! Smack! Smack!
“Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen!” She sounded almost breathless at the end of that little salvo. Adam rubbed his hand roughly over her bottom again. He loved watching her flesh jiggle and move.
When he reached twenty, Angel was squirming a lot more, moaning a little with every slap. He could tell the spanking was starting to hurt, but she was also more and more aroused by it.
“Good girl. That was the first set.”
Admiring the rosy pink of her bottom and how it contrasted with the deep purple of her panties, Adam decided he wanted to do the next two sets on her bare bottom. Not that it would change the sensation level for her. That thin fabric was no protection from his palm, but he knew it would add a certain fillip to the second part of the spanking.
Angel
This was so much more intimate than the spanking bench, and not just because no one else was around and they were in Adam’s bedroom. Angel had never been across a man’s lap before, never felt a man’s cock beginning to harden against her side as he spanked her, and never wondered how much of her body a man in Adam’s position could see. She hoped it was only her bottom, because the idea that he could see how soaked through the crotch of her panties were was embarrassing.
Why? No idea. Innate modesty? Something which had never bothered her before, but she’d never felt this kind of vulnerability before either.
Then he pulled down her panties and she moaned, both embarrassed and aroused, as she knew there was no way he could miss how freaking turned on she was by this. And somehow, the embarrassment got her even hotter. She knew she wasn’t into humiliation, but being embarrassed over Adam knowing he’d gotten her hot with a spanking? Yeah, that revved her engine even more, despite it also making her want to sink into the floor.
The one nice thing about this position was that he couldn’t see how beet red her face got when he chuckled and ran his finger up the lips of her sopping wet pussy.
“Hmmm... it seems as though you’re enjoying this a little too much for it to be a punishment,” he said, swirling his finger around her wet flesh. Angel moaned and clutched at his quilt even tighter, unable to stop herself from following the movements of his finger. She gasped when he squeezed her ass hard, igniting little sparks—not quite painful, it was more like little pleasurable, stinging bites against her skin. “I guess I’ll have to make sure these next ones are harder.”
