Aspen's Betrayal - Sex Stories

Aspen's Betrayal

... much of a bulge there, huh? I always wondered."

She giggled and Crispin didn't know what to say.

"I'm just joking, Crispin, just joking," she said, and took his wrist to pull him back over her knee again.

She was enjoying this too much.

Again he went over her knee, the nylon smooth and teasing against his abdomen and the tops of his thighs now. This time, though, Aspen took her right leg and locked it behind his knees, trapping him between her thighs.

Soccer player, Crispin thought. Aspen had actually been a soccer star in undergrad; all the work she'd put into her legs never really left.

She also hadn't neglected her arms, if this next round of spanking was any indication. He hadn't thought his pants offered much protection at all, but this was different. His boxers were thin, light, and he could feel the sting now. Once or twice he even picked out the metal scream of her wedding ring, a sharp, cruel reminder that he'd never have her and this was just going to be something she told her husband later tonight. Not only was he not her choice, he was a joke to her, something to be trampled in her role as a powerful attorney at Marzanna.

"Fuck," Crispin whispered after an especially hard hit to his ass, and strained subconsciously, tried to wiggle out of her grasp. He came up against the coiled iron of her leg and he knew then he couldn't have gotten away if he'd really tried.

She paused again, rubbed his back.

"How are you doing?" She asked, her voice ...

... mock-saccharine. "Feeling humiliated yet?"

"Yes," Crispin said. It was true.

"Good," she said with a soft pat on his ass, now starting to burn. "That's what we need to make Lady Cailleach happy. Let's keep that up."

She yanked down his underwear and Crispin yelped when she felt the cool of her bare palm on his ass.

"Hmmm," she said, pressing and probing various parts of his ass. "Yes. It looks like it's starting to redden a bit."

Crispin heard footsteps in the hallway, stifled laughter he didn't recognize, but when he looked up no one was there. He swallowed hard. Aspen didn't seem to notice. "I think I've got just the thing we need," Aspen said. "If you go to my desk drawer and open it, there should be a hairbrush in there. I try to keep it around if I need to freshen up before a meeting, but I think it'll be just fine for our purposes too."

She moved her leg and Crispin sank to his knees on the floor, glad to be free to be able to. He moved to stand.

"I think you should do this on your knees, Crispin," Aspen told him, that peculiar glimmer back in her eyes. "We need to make this humiliating after all, right? So we don't have to do it again?"

Crispin nodded.

"Plus," she said, and leaned back in the chair. "I'd like to see how I've done so far. Bit of a performance review, you know. I'm still getting used to the whole spanking thing, after all."

"I thought you said it wasn't your style," Crispin said as he crawled away from her, back around the ...