Mac's Winter Spanking - Sex Stories

Mac's Winter Spanking

... down and picked up his beer, waiting for Mac to spill what she had on her mind. “I just changed my mind about writing last night. So it was my own decision and you shouldn't be upset and I think there should not be any spanking.” He couldn't hold in the laugh that bubbled up. “Stop laughing at me.” She folded her arms and glared at him. He took a deep breath and tried his best, but he started laughing again. Until a piece of Italian bread bounced off his head. He looked up to find Mac with a self satisfied smirk on her face. “You're not laughing now.” “Don't throw food. What are you, three?” She opened her mouth, already forming a snotty retort, he was sure, but she stopped when he stood up. Luke picked up his plate and walked it to the sink, he turned back and pointed at the bread on the floor. “Pick it up.” “You pick it up.” She put her hands flat on the table as if she were readying herself to run. He was in no mood for games tonight, she was torquing him up on purpose and he wasn't sure why. “I'm going to take a shower. Finish your dinner and come get ready for bed.” “What? It's early and I'm not tired.” “Molly.” He said her name as a warning. She narrowed her eyes at him but didn't respond as he walked past her towards the bedroom. * * * Mac sat on the bed and pulled the comforter up around her bare legs. She just had one of Luke's t-shirts on, ready for bed as requested. She had lingered cleaning up in the kitchen as long as she could. But when she heard the shower ...

... switch off she bolted into the bedroom and shed her clothes. Now she sat waiting. What was taking him so long? She should have brought a book with her. Something to occupy her while she waited. She debated running into the living room for some reading material, but just then the bathroom door clicked open. Luke emerged in a cloud of steam. He had on a gray t-shirt and some black sweatpants. But the man looked delicious in everything he wore. He came over and pulled her up out of the bed. She shivered against the cool air in the room. He pulled the t-shirt over her head and then pulled her against him, running his hands up and down her body. She reached up and found his lips with hers, she wound her arms up around his neck but he stepped back. He glanced down at her underwear and his lips quirked in a smile. “What are those?” “It's Wonder Woman.” She smiled at him. “So I see.” He sat on the edge of the bed. “Take them off.” “Luke!” She had the urge to stomp her foot. He raised his eyebrows at her in response. She could tell his patience were thin. He must be tired, and this did not bode well for her argument. She hooked her thumbs in the elastic of her panties and slid them down her legs. She shivered as his eyes raked over her body. She reflexively crossed her arms over her hardened nipples. He was dressed and she was naked, it always did something to her, a familiar heat built up. She didn't have much time to think about it because he pulled her in and flipped her across his ...