Page 19 of Unexpected Redemption

“I’m thinking about how badly I want to smack that ass. Watch it jiggle and turn pink. Bite it. Rub it. Squeeze it. Grind against it. Drag the head of my cock up and down that pretty pink slit, letting it soak my skin until it’s dripping like you are. And then I want to plunge my dick so far inside your tight pussy that you scream my name and quiver all around me, tugging every drop of my release out.”

Her breathing is more ragged than mine. “Thinking all of that, huh?”

“And so much more.”

A wicked grin twists my mouth when a faint keen escapes her.

“You like the sound of my plan, don’t you?”

Nodding rapidly, she whimpers her response, arousal coating her tone as much as it is her slippery pussy. “Yes, babe. I like it.”

“Good girl. You may stand back up and face me.” Once she does, I crick my index finger, beckoning her. “Do you want your spanking now or after?”

As expected, she responds with a pout. “Now, please.”

I straighten my spine, grab the pillow behind me, and place it across my thighs. In two short strides, she’s beside me and folding her delicious naked frame over my lap.

We adjust positioning, finding the right spot so she’s comfortable. Never spanked her on this chair before. But it’ll work. This is just a warm-up and not a real punishment. We’re just dipping our toes in the water to see how it feels after nothing but vanilla for a while and all that’s happened to her.

“Lettie, are you comfortable? Ribs okay?”

She nods eagerly. “Yes, babe. I’m wonderful.”

My right palm begins slowly caressing her ass, soft at first, then rougher. Enough to get the blood flowing. My left hand runs over her spine.

“Remember the rules, sugar?”

“Yes, my love.”

Fuuuck. That was intentional. She’s buttering me up so I’ll go easy on her.

Little does she know I was going to go easy on her anyhow. Not telling her that so I can greedily lap up any more butter she wants to dish out.

“This isn’t really a punishment. Just for fun. You don’t need to count. Ready?”

“Yes, babe.”

“Good girl.”

My massage of her backside gets more intense as I finish warming her up. When I dig my fingertips into the thick flesh of her left cheek, squeezing and tugging it upward, she mewls. Love that sound almost as much as her singing voice.

I move my left hand to the middle of her back to steady her, spreading my fingers wide. Her already erratic breathing picks up, serrating through her teeth in a subtle hiss. Before I give her the first smack, I run the flat of my palm along the seam of her pussy, getting my hand wet.

Cautiously, I rain down three quick blows on her right cheek. None of them hard enough to cause any pain. Immediately, I return to the same spot, squeezing and rubbing the area.

When we do impact play, we use a color system so I can gauge her head space. “Color, Lettie?”

“Green. Green. Green,” she rumbles from deep in her chest, excited to keep going.

“So pretty on my lap like this. Your sexy ass in the air, begging for my palm.” Four smacks this time, on the left cheek, followed by more vigorous rubbing and pinching. Her hips swirl and pump while I rub some of the sting away.

“Still green?”

“Yes, babe.Pleasekeep going.”

We quickly fall into a pattern, smacks echoing around the room, harried breaths, massaging, and checking in. Her cheeks redden steadily. Rather than breathy pants and slight squeaks, she begins moaning. I alternate the location of my target, keeping most of my swats to the plumpest part of her ass but occasionally drifting lower.

When I get too close to the pink lines from her healing wounds, I pull back. They still sicken me. Always will.

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