She sidles closer and presses her body against mine. “I was thinking we could start something people into, um, impact play callmaintenance night. It’s where you spank me once a week.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Like a sexy spanking?”
“No...well, yes. I mean, it could be.” She worries her lower lip. “But the purpose is more like to affirm your dominance.”
I chuckle. As if my dominance needs affirming. “Soph,” I say gently. “I think this is one of those things—like the paddle—where it sounds better in your imagination than it does in real life. You can’t stand when I act dominant.”
I realize immediately I screwed up. She gives a jerky nod and turns, heading to the kitchen, where she starts straightening things and cleaning up from her dinner preparations.
Damn.Note to self—do not put down your girlfriend’s fantasies.
I watch for a moment as she scrubs the already clean countertops, then I follow her in and lean a hip against the counter. “All right, little girl. That’s enough.” I fold my arms over my chest. “Come back and talk to me or you’re getting your maintenance right now.”
She goes still for a moment but doesn’t look at me then resumes her manic cleaning.
Cute. Adorable, actually.
I walk closer and wrap an arm around her waist from behind. “You asked for it,” I murmur in her ear. I wait to make sure I read her right, but she doesn’t protest, so I pull her toward the bedroom.
She offers resistance and compliance at the same time. She walks slowly enough that I have to tug her elbow, but she doesn’t say a word about it.
I don’t delay, pulling her directly over my lap and smacking her juicy ass with my hand. She lies still for the first dozen and then starts to wiggle.
I stop and massage her ass. “All right, little girl. Now you’re going to tell me all your spanking fantasies. And I promise not to disparage. I’m sorry I offended you.”
I pull her up to stand between my legs, unbuttoning her shorts as I look up at her flushed face. I tug her shorts and panties off, then let my thumb swipe between her labia, eliciting a delicious gasp.
She’s wet, and I note a little tremor in her thighs. “If you can’t do it standing up, you’ll have to do it over my knee.”
I almost laugh when relief flickers on her face. She’d clearly rather be face down for this discussion. I pull her back over and re-warm her ass with a few spanks and then stop, rubbing the heat. “Talk to me, little girl, or I’ll go get that brand new paddle. What sorts of things are you imagining I’ll do to you on these maintenance nights?”
“This,” she says in a weak voice.
I wait.
“Maybe tie me up.”
I have to strain my ears to hear her. “Tie you up? What else?”
She lies silent over my lap, so I deliver several more spanks, making her wiggle.
My cock throbs, dying to be inside her. I didn’t think delivering pain was a turn on for me, but it definitely could be. With Sophie, it definitely could be.
I love the look of her ass writhing for me, dancing away from my hand, blushing at my slaps.
I stop and rub again. “Tell me what else. What do you fantasize about, Sophie?”
“Getting spanked in your office by Sammy with you watching.”
I draw in my breath sharply, jealousy at the mention of Sammy momentarily blinding me. But of course, it’s just from the story I told her. I slowly release my breath as I give her five full-force slaps. “I might bend you over my desk, but if Sammy ever touches you, he’s a dead man,” I growl.
Sophie
Oops.
I clearly offended Joey because he starts spanking me much harder.
“Ouch!” I reach back and try to cover my ass, laughing. “I’m sorry!”