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Zoey dug her fingernails into the arm of the couch. “Please!”
Evan began to thrust even faster, gripping Zoey’s hips in his strong hands. He brought her closer to him with each rocking of his hips. He watched intently as his cock disappeared over and over into her bottom.
Zoey was practically shaking with need. She had never felt so full and yet, she found herself clenching her bottom around Evan’s thick length, wanting to feel every inch of him inside of her tight opening.
“You’re going to stay very still while I finish,” Evan told her sternly, as he continued the firm movements.
Zoey nodded, her insides feeling as if they were on fire. “Yes, sir!”
Evan gripped her even harder before releasing himself, groaning with satisfaction before collapsing on top of her.
Evan was tender with her as they cleaned up. He cleaned her bottom hole gently. When they returned to the couch, Evanwrapped her up in a warm blanket and held her firmly in his lap as they watched the movie.
Zoey felt extremely shy, and her bottom ached. She pressed her thighs together, feeling overwhelmingly needy. “I’m really sorry for what I did,” she murmured, leaning her head against his chest. “I can’t wait until this weekend is over so I can be forgiven.”
Evan frowned down at her. “I have forgiven you. You still need to be punished for lying and deceiving me, but you have a rough weekend ahead of you as it is. You’re allowed to enjoy yourself until then.” He said the last part in an ominous voice, making Zoey shrink away a little bit.
Evan had said that she should be allowed to enjoy herself, but even as the two cuddled on the plush couch together with a sweet romance movie playing and a steaming pizza in front of them, Zoey couldn’t help her stomach from churning nervously at the thought of what awaited her over the upcoming weekend.
Chapter 9
The week went by quickly for Zoey. It had been Tuesday when she had decided to skip her class, a long time before the weekend.
Things went pretty much back to normal, except for a few minor things and one not so minor thing. Evan insisted on driving Zoey to and from school. He would leave work when she got off, drive her home, and then go back to work for another hour or two, depending on how busy the rehab center he worked at was. He claimed that he just wanted to drive her, knowing how tired school made her and how much she didn’t like driving, but Zoey knew better. This was a part of her ongoing punishment for cutting class. It could be that Evan didn’t completely trust her anymore, and that stung a bit, but Zoey knew she deserved it.
It could also be her imagination, but it seemed as if Evan was being a bit less lenient as well. Zoey suddenly found herself spanked for things that she should have been spanked for in the past, but generally got away with. Evan normally let her get away with quite a bit of backtalk, but just a couple of daysafter she had cut class, they got into an argument about chores again. Zoey got a little mouthy, going so far as to call him unreasonable and she had been upturned and given a harsh, but short bare bottom spanking right in the middle of the kitchen.
Evan could see that Zoey was a big ball of nerves by Friday evening. He took it upon himself to help her out by giving her a stress-relief spanking right before bed.
“I’m going to get spanked all weekend and you’re still going to give me one right now?” Zoey had shrieked when Evan sat on the edge of the bed and tugged her toward him so she was standing between his knees.
“Zoey, this isn’t part of your punishment,” he told her firmly. He was dressed in nothing but a pair of flannel pajama pants, leaving his strong chest bare to her gaze.
She stared in front of her, focusing on Evan’s chest hair so she wouldn’t have to look him in the eye. “I don’t need stress relief,” she mumbled.
Evan reached around and cupped her bottom cheeks in his hands, kneading the firm flesh. “You’re awfully tight back here,” he informed her, a touch of teasing in his voice. “You tense back here when you’re stressed.”
Zoey’s face flamed. “I do not,” she snapped.
“Mhm,” Evan hummed. “You’re pretty grouchy as well. I think it’s time for you to bend over, young lady.”
Zoey grit her teeth together, but forced herself to obey. She didn’t want to admit that Evan was right. She had been grumpy. She couldn’t wait for the weekend to be over, for one. It had been hanging over her head since Tuesday.
Evan shifted Zoey so that her bottom was higher up over his thigh. He raised his leg to prop it up even more then ran his large hand over the seat of her baby doll nightgown, loving the way it made her bottom tense up even more.
“This is not a punishment,” he reminded her as he began to land firm swats all over her bottom. “You’re stressed about this weekend and I’m sorry for putting you through that.”
Zoey sniffled. “I wish you would have just gotten the whole punishment over with on Tuesday.”
Evan gave her a couple of harder swats for that comment. “If I had given you the spanking you deserve for all of your infractions, then this bottom of yours would have fallen off,” he informed her.
Zoey didn’t say anything, having no room to argue with that logic. She buried her face in her arms, moaning as the spanks started to land a bit quicker, but not harder. They didn’t hurt, but they made her bottom jostle around in an embarrassing way. Plus, the skin of her bottom was getting warmer by the second even though she still had her nightgown covering it.
“What am I going to do with you, silly thing?” Evan asked fondly. He pulled up the back of her nightdress, nodding in approval that she had chosen not to put on panties that night. He rubbed her already pink cheeks. “How many times do I have to tell you that you are forgiven?”
Zoey wiggled at having her bottom bared. Even though this was probably the thousandth time it had happened, she still felt embarrassment overwhelm her. “It doesn’t feel like I am since I still have a weekend’s worth of punishment coming,” she said, but somehow respectfully. She definitely didn’t want Evan to have a reason to turn this spanking into a punishment.
“Is my word not good enough for you?” Evan asked lightly, dropping a couple of smacks to the backs of her thighs. He stopped to knead the warm flesh, knowing that this usually did wonders to make her relax her tense little body.
