“Yes,” she whispered, moving her head back. “I am a bad girl.” She pressed her mouth to his and slipped the melting M&M into his mouth. “I’ve been caught,” she admitted guiltily.
His cock lurched against her thigh at the same moment that he gave her bottom a swat. She gave a little yelp of surprise.
“Don’t try to tease me,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. “You know I’m in charge here.”
“Oh, yes,” she agreed, chastised.
“Now it’s time for your spanking.”
“Is it true what the girls say? You give . . . bare-bottomed spankings?” she asked, barely suppressing her laughter.
“You’ve heard correctly,” he said, beginning to unbutton her jeans. Jennifer bit her lip to prevent a moan when he brushed her clit with long fingers. “Bad girls have to lie across my lap and get it bare bottomed. Really bad girls have to take off all their clothes and bend over for my cane.”
“Which kind of girl am I?” she asked.
“You tell me,” he said as he pushed her jeans down over the top of her bare ass. He paused to caress the cheeks, and she shivered.
“Well . . . sometimes I’m bad, and sometimes I’m really bad,” she said contritely.
His stroking hands paused. “Then you’ll have to receive both punishments, won’t you?”
“Yes,” she whispered seriously, all the former pressure to laugh disappearing.
“Lay across my lap, then,” he said. He seemed to know precisely how he wanted her. She couldn’t help but wonder how often he did this sort of thing. By the time she was in position, her bottom curved around his right thigh and the bottom of her breasts brushed the outside of his left. He’d pushed her jeans down to her knees. The cool air tickled her bare ass, thighs and moist sex. She was sure he heard her panting when he carefully moved aside her jacket, as well, making sure her breasts were exposed.
She went still in anticipation when John placed his hand over her right ass cheek and caressed her. “Part your thighs an inch or two,” he commanded.
She did so. Her heart began to pound loudly in her ears.
“Will it hurt, Sir?”
“A little,” he replied sternly. “But perhaps you should have thought of that before you ate the candy.”
“I understand. I deserve to be punished by you.”
He lifted his hand and served her a brisk swat. She wiggled in his lap, feeling his erection pressing against his fly. He spanked her again, causing a loud smacking sound to echo off the cave walls. She squeaked, more in surprise than pain.
“Stop twisting around. Keep your ass a still target, or you’ll get more swats.”
She endeavored to do what he commanded, but it was hard, which she learned as he swatted her several more times. Not because she wanted to avoid his spanking hand, but because it was exciting. Every nerve in her body wanted to be stimulated, every muscle tensed to move. Her nipples prickled with arousal, her pussy clenched tight, and the sting in her ass somehow seemed to be directly connected to her clit. He paused after about ten strokes and caressed her bottom, soothing the agitated nerves.
“It’s getting nice and warm,” she heard him murmur, and she moaned feverishly. “How does it feel to you?”
“It hurts so bad.”
His hand faltered. “Does it really?” he asked, sounding worried.
“No,” she said under her breath, assuring him, before she resumed her role. “You’re making my bottom burn. Is it normal when getting a spanking for . . . well . . .”
“Well, what?” he asked, now rubbing her ass again.
“For it to burn between my legs as well?”
“You mean here?” he asked tautly, sliding his hand between her thighs and sliding his finger between her labia. He paused, and then gave her clit a rapid flick. She jumped in his lap and whimpered as pleasure spiked through her. He removed his hand and spanked her several times.
“Only really, really bad girls’ pussies get that hot and wet when they’re being spanked,” he said while his hand smacked against her ass again and again. She smiled into the darkness, because even though he’d said bad, she’d heard good. “Really, really bad girls’ nipples get hard during their punishments as well. Ah . . . your guilt is once again obvious,” he said. She gasped as he fondled a nipple. He pinched it lightly at the same rhythm that he spanked her bottom. Jennifer began to squirm in his lap, wild for sensation, hungry for the delicious feeling of the long column of his cock pressing against denim. Her pussy ached to be touched. She grew so desperate she wondered if she could break their sex play and beg him to fuck her, then and there.
Suddenly, his hands fell away.