Bad Habits Need Hard Measures - Sex Stories

Bad Habits Need Hard Measures

... wonderfully stretched. I groaned with pleasure. I could see my buttocks shake under every swat in my minds eye, I could see the red color spread all over it, and it had to look fucking sexy. I was getting closer and closer and started to flick my clit hard and fast. There it came, that delicious, tightening pull in my nipples, that clenching in my pussy, and my fingers flew faster and faster, and the image in my mind… was one of Becca completely naked as well, her beautiful, firm breasts shaking with every swat she delivered. I came. I think I cried out loud, but I couldn’t care. My hips rocked upwards, again and again, and I rode the waves of pleasure all the way. I felt wonderful, dizzy, like flying. And I had just had one of the best orgasms of my life - while I had fantasized about my female roommate. I clenched both hands over my pussy and rolled up into a ball on my side. I couldn’t think about this now. I closed my eyes, focused on the lovely, warm tingles between my legs and dozed off. * * * * At breakfast, my cup of coffee was the most interesting thing in the world - or at least, that was how it had to appear to Becca. I couldn’t look her in the eyes, because as soon as I did, my naughty thoughts from last night sprung up and made me blush and stutter. So I sat silently, slurping my coffee and trying not to think that thought. “I’ve thought about it,” Becca suddenly stated. I had to look up at her, and my cheeks exploded with color. I hoped that she wouldn’t notice ...

... in the dim morning light. “Yes?” “I don’t think spanking you after you smoked is going to work.” “Oh.” There was a bit relief, but strangely, the idea of not received her painful, embarrassing swats to my bum was disappointing. I shouldn’t have worried. “Yes. But tell me, did you feel the need to smoke after I spanked you?” No, I felt the need to rub my pussy raw instead. I swallowed hard, feeling close to sweating. “Uhm, no.” She clapped her hand, and I nearly spilled my coffee. “Perfect. Then I know what we’ll do.” “Yes?” I asked cautiously. “It’s easy, I’ll give you preventive spankings. We’ll get your bum heated up every, let’s say, two hours, to keep you from smoking.” She grinned brightly at me. I flinched. “Every two hours?” She nodded sagely. “Every two hours sharp. You’ll come to me on your own, undress without prompting. I’ve got work to do too, so it would only be courteous not to waste my time, don’t you think?” “Uhm, of course,” I had to agree. Oh god! Every two hours! My bum would be a constant well of pained heat! Her eyes traveled upwards, to the spot above the door where the clock hung, and I got a sinking feeling. “We can start now.” “Now?” She glared at me. I hadn’t even finished my first cup of coffee and was still half asleep, but here I was, slowly shedding my pajamas and walking around the table on shaky legs to drape myself over her lap. She walloped my bum thoroughly, or at least so it felt. It was burning hotly and stinging like a bitch by the time ...