Mac's Winter Spanking - Sex Stories

Mac's Winter Spanking

... thigh, resting her upper body on the bed. He got two hard smacks in before she found her voice. infosantioana.hi2.ro/mydildopussy.jpg/ some hot action here :) “Wait, stop!” Thankfully he paused, that normally didn't work. She scrambled for something to say. “I thought we were going to talk.” “We are.” A simple matter of fact answer followed by a set of smacks to her sit spots. She clawed at the comforter and uselessly tried to dodge the smacks. Did the man not understand what a warm up was? She was having a hard time keeping herself still. He stopped and rubbed the same spots he had just been punishing. “So let's talk.” She popped her head up at this and tried to push herself up. He pushed her back down, “No, you stay there.” She huffed out a breath, she knew what this kind of 'talk' was. “What did you promise me when I was leaving?” Oh an easy question, she could do this, “That I would clean up the apartment.” “And you did a really good job. What else?” Now it got harder, “Um, that I would stay on my writing schedule.” “Did you?” “Sort of.” His hand smacked down on her right cheek and left a sting in it's wake. “Want to try again?” He laid the same stinger down on her left cheek and she cried out. “Okay, no, I didn't.” He spanked her six more times, alternating back and forth. “I'm allowed to change my mind, that was my own goal and I don't think you should spank me for it. I decided to stay out with Daisy, I can do that if I want to.” She sounded like a petulant child even ...

... to her own ears. She should just stop talking. “Oh yes, you're night out.” He spoke slowly as he caressed her naked butt. There was a touch of humor in his voice. He was enjoying this. “Let me ask you a question. Should I have to open up my computer to find pictures of my fiancee drunk table dancing?” She wasn't answering. She had four snappy comebacks floating around in her head and she didn't trust what would fly out if she opened her mouth. He was going to spank her no matter what she said anyway. He gave her two quick slaps to the backs of her thighs and she danced up on her toes. “Molly?” Nope, her lips were sealed. Luke slid his hand between her legs and she tensed, when his finger found the wetness between her thighs she groaned. He slowly trailed his finger along her and she writhed over his lap. “I asked you a question.” His hand was gone and she felt him pulling her cheeks apart. She jumped when she felt his finger, slicked in her own wetness, prodding at her anus. He pushed his finger into her and she felt him up to his knuckle. “Ahh,” she moaned and lifted her head from the mattress. “Should I have to see that?” He pumped his finger in and out as he gave her smart slaps with his left hand, his non-spanking hand, so they were lighter in intensity. Her whole body felt warm from the fire he was building on her ass. She felt his hand between her legs again and he flicked her clit while he pumped his finger again. She groaned and shifted her hips, wanting him to help ...