The Danielle Discovery - Sex Stories

The Danielle Discovery

... door

"Hey" I replied, while taking in her sexy new look.

"Are you gonna let me in?" she asked, as I continued to stand in the doorway staring.

"Oh sure," I said snapping myself out of my stupor and standing to the side, "do you want a drink?"

"Double vodka and coke." she replied.

I hadn't actually meant an alcoholic drink - my parents only drank the occasional glass of wine, which I hated, so there were no spirits in the house. I didn't drink either... nor had any particular desire to be drunk unlike most people my age.

"Um, I don't think we have any vodka... we have coke though!" I said hopefully.

Danielle laughed and I got the impression she had been pulling my leg.

"OK, thanks."

I went to the kitchen to fetch the coke and Danielle made her way upstairs to my room. When I returned to my room she was lying on my bed with her eyes closed.

"Your house is nice, it's quiet." she said, without opening her eyes.

It sounds snooty, but I could imagine what her home was probably like. Mine was no palace, a standard three bed terraced affair in a middle-income neighbourhood, but probably quite different from Danielle's. I walked over to the bed with the coke and when she sat up to take it from me, I sat down next to her.

"Thanks" she said before opening the can and taking a sip. "Probably just as well without the vodka, you might try to take advantage of me!"

I snorted at this and she laughed as well.

"So what do you want to do?" she asked ...

... me.

"Well, I was wondering if you would be into anything a little... alternative?"

Unfazed, she raised an eyebrow and I continued.

"You enjoyed a little bit of pain last time right?"

Danielle didn't need me to set the scene any more. She placed the coke on the desk next to my bed and put on a over-the-top sexy voice.

"Have I been a naughty girl? Do you think I need to be punished?" she asked, biting her lower lip.

Her response was exactly what I was hoping for. I slid further back on the bed propping myself up against the wall.

"I think bad girls like you deserve a spanking" I answered in a similarly silly voice, patting my thighs.

Danielle took the cue and lay her body face down over my lap. She faced outward and I could see our reflections in the mirror on the opposite wall. I lifted her pleated skirt to expose her bare butt. She was wearing a green thong today. Initially I just stroked her ass, enjoying the feeling of her smooth skin in the palm of my hand. The I moved my hand below her glute and slapped it with a flick of my wrist. My fingers grazed her cheek with a subdued clap.

"Oooh, please don't hurt me sir." Danielle responded sarcastically, clearly the smack had been ineffective.

I stroked the opposite cheek in a circular motion, then raised my arm above it and slapped my palm down with significantly greater force, creating a much louder crack. Danielle's back arched as she recoiled from the surprise of the pain.

"Ahhh!" she cried, ...