"Who do you think you are, Britney Spears?"
"You go out to a nice restaurant wearing that, and with no panties?
Then you get so drunk you don't even notice when you're flashing someone!"
"You think I didn't notice?" she replied with a sly look.
"So you knew that as you stumbled out of your seat, the party of eight at the table next to us got a full view up your dress? They were all gawking at you as we left."
"Really?" She paused to take in the reality of that and found it a little exciting. He shook his head and let out an exasperated sigh.
"I can't take you anywhere. We're going back to the room."
"I wanted to go dancing," she pouted.
"Not in that dress. You can dance for me in our room."
She folded her arms and stuck her tongue out at him. He narrowed his eyes and added in a low growl, "after your spanking."
At that, her eyes sparkled, but she did her best to look abashed.
They got out of the car, walked through the darkened parking lot and into the hotel. A group of young men loitered in the lobby. She felt him watching her as they passed the men, and, hoping to exacerbate her punishment, she stopped and rubbed her thigh as though getting a sudden cramp, nearly exposing herself. He noticed eyes turning in her direction and grabbed her arm to pull her toward the elevator. She followed him with a backward glance to the men in the lobby. The elevator doors closed, and he lifted the back of her skirt to give her a firm swat. She gasped at the sting, her eyes growing wide. He knew he had excited her, and he turned away, not willing to give her the satisfaction of a more thorough spanking. The doors opened, and he again took her arm to guide her through the deserted hallway to their room. He locked the door and turned to face her sternly.
"What the fuck was that?"
"In the lobby. You knew what you were doing." His eyes burned, but she nonchalantly avoided his gaze.
"Hmm? I got this awful cramp. It still hasn't gone away. I think it's the heels; they're so much higher than what I'm used to. Could you rub it for me?" She lifted her skirt a little to show him the spot on her upper thigh, just below the hipbone.
"I bet one of the boys in the lobby would be happy to take care of it for you. Why don't you go ask them?"
"Would you prefer it if no one wanted to look at me? I thought you liked showing me off. But I suppose if you really want me to . She moved toward the door, but he picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder, exposing her bare bottom. He dropped her onto the bed, and she started to get up, but he wrestled her into submission and turned her over his knee. He gave her ten firm whacks that drew her focus firmly into her body and the flood of sensation. She moaned when he stopped, longing for more, and she bit into his thigh when he didn't oblige. He gave her one more smack, strong enough to make her release his leg, and pulled her to her feet.
"Now, you wanted to dance?" His voice was deep and strong as he strode over to the laptop to choose music. He pulled up a playlist he had created with this in mind. The music started. He pulled a chair into the middle of the room and settled himself into it.
"I was thinking of dancing in a club with other people, not here by myself."
"Well, you know I don't dance, but if you want to feel like you're in a club, you can pour me a drink and give me a lap dance." She scoffed at the idea, but he was insistent. "Pour me a drink, and give me a lap dance. And it had better be good, or I'll have to punish you." She felt her whole body flush. Unsure of whether she could pull off a satisfactory lap dance, she moved to the bar and took her time making him a Tanqueray gimlet while trying to get into the proper state of mind. She took a swig on her way over to him to steel her resolve.
"I said, 'make me a drink.' You've had plenty." He took it from her hand, set it down, and gave her bottom another swat as she turned away from him. "Now you'll have to throw in something extra with the dance to pay for that."
She closed her eyes and tried to feel the music in her body.
A saxophone s wail seeped into her pores and reverberated through her bloodstream. Her eyes still closed, she slowly started to move. Her hips swayed. As the percussion came in, she found the beat, opened her eyes, and gave him a teasing look over her shoulder. She was surprisingly agile in the high heels, now that she was focused on her task. She saw that he was trying to look unmoved and that he wanted her to have to work hard for a response. She started slowly, not touching him. She danced a foot or two away from him, giving him teasing glimpses that still kept much hidden. As the playlist progressed, she got closer, lightly touching him from time to time, becoming a little more brazen in her movement. She approached and withdrew, caressed and nibbled, swayed and gyrated. She relished the mix of music and alcohol, dim lighting and anticipation. Without even touching him, she felt flooded with electricity. She brushed against him, her cheek on his, fingers trailing down his neck. She moved close, sensed his warm breath on her breasts, and felt a surge. She raised her breasts higher and felt his face lightly brush them. Her skin burned at the contact, and she noticed that her pussy felt warm and slick. She paused for a moment in ecstasy, and he seized upon her moment of weakness.
He briskly turned her over his knee, remarking, "I never told you to stop." He lifted the back of her dress to deliver ten more intense swats that made her squirm and cry out. She lay there a moment, immobilized, but he showed no mercy. He set her back up on her feet and demanded that she continue. She asked for another swig of his drink, and he answered with a swift smack on her thigh.
She longed for him to lose control, to tackle her to the floor and give her a good, rough fuck, but she knew he wouldn't, at least not yet. She held the image, though, and transferred its energy into her movements. Her back arched, head falling back as her eyes nearly closed, hands sliding up her ribcage and over her breasts, where they lingered to take in the round fullness. The strap of her dress fell from her shoulder. She slid her hands back over her breasts and down her sides, over her hips and ass, and back up her inner thighs to expose a flash of her wet cunt. She saw his eyes widen, and she turned her back to him, again lifting the skirt over her constantly moving hips, fully exposing her ass as she bent slightly forward. He gave it a bite, and she jumped a little in surprise. He gave her another smack. She turned toward him and ran one hand up her thigh as the other returned to her breast. She rapturously slid a finger between the wet folds of skin and then brought it to his lips. He looked at her sternly but licked and nibbled her finger. She sank to her knees before him and slowly unfastened his pants as she met his gaze. He grabbed a handful of her long blonde hair and pulled steadily for a moment, then released her, got up, and slid the straps of her summer dress off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. He deftly removed her bra as she stood before him, and then slid out of his own clothes. When he settled back into the chair, she buried her face between his thighs and gave a long lick from the base of his sac up his entire shaft. He tangled his fingers into her hair and slowly pulled again, forcing her to look up at him.
"Start slowly," he commanded.
Looking into his eyes, she parted her lips and stuck out her tongue. She gave the lightest teasing licks to the head of his cock, around the edge, and down the underside. She placed her lips on the head but didn't quite take it in, feeling and caressing the fine texture with her tongue. She gave more long licks to the shaft and took him a little deeper, massaging his balls with one hand while she held his stiff cock with the other. She turned her attention more fully to his balls, beginning with licks and finally taking them fully into her mouth. When she grasped his cock, she noticed that it was even harder, and she longed to feel it in her mouth. She gave his balls another wet, meandering lick, letting her tongue travel over them, back up the shaft, to the head, which she took gently in her lips. Her mouth was watering and glided easily over his skin as she took in more of him. She was almost paralyzed with the power she felt in his erection. She began to move her mouth over him more rhythmically, craving the sensation of his release into her. He regained his grip on her hair and stopped her. She looked up at him, dazed, and he returned her gaze levelly.
"What do you want?" he asked. She tried to answer by simply returning to her task, but he continued to hold her back. "You have to tell me," he growled. Still looking into his eyes, she said, "I want to make you come." "Where?"
"I want you to come in my mouth and on my tits," she responded, swooning a little as the image washed over her. He guided her mouth back onto his cock and kept his hand tangled in her hair as he thrust deeply. One hand firmly pinched a nipple as the other guided her head. She felt his cock spasm and release, then warm wetness spilling over her tongue. She took him from her mouth and rubbed him across her breasts and over her nipples, and then across her face and again into her mouth, savoring the warm, slick smoothness.
"I think you still need some attention," he said as he regained the power of speech. It was true. His desire spent for the moment, she remained enraptured as she continued to rub her face around his lap, inhaling his scent and tasting him on her lips. "I had better take care of you so you don't go wandering the hotel while I sleep. Go and get your toy." She looked up at him with a smile, rose from her knees, and went to the suitcase. She bent over to give him the benefit of her short skirt as she rummaged around and pulled out her favorite glass dildo. She walked slowly to the bed and settled herself back, waiting for him to join her.
He moved to her side. "Tell me what you want me to do with this," he almost whispered as he took the toy from her.
"I want you to use your mouth while you fuck me with it," she responded longingly.
He turned her over onto her stomach with deceptive gentleness, and then gave her a bite on her upper thigh. He withdrew, and her nerves quivered at the loss of contact. Then she felt a sharp whack on her ass. She moaned and lifted it a little, offering it up for more. "That's pretty demanding for someone who is being punished." Despite his words, he moved his face close to her uplifted bottom and brushed her slippery cunt with his fingers as he breathed on her lightly, sending a shiver through her body. He withdrew again, leaving her in suspense for a few heartbeats before giving her several more sharp smacks. He turned her back over, a little roughly, and watched her carefully as he slid the toy slowly into her pussy. Her bottom still stinging, the sensation played wonderfully with the smooth glass entering her and his scrutinizing look. She felt him taking in the look on her face, the lines of her body, and how she moved beneath his touch. She felt completely vulnerable, yet without a hint of self-consciousness. He began to move the glass in and out of her as she closed her eyes and moaned with pleasure. She flinched at an unexpected bite to her erect nipple.
"Now, what do you want me to do?" he asked again, withholding further movement while he waited for an answer. She tried to continue the motion herself, bringing the toy deeper with a thrust of her hips, but he withdrew it completely. "Tell me again."
"I want you to use your mouth," she whispered.
"What? Like this? Talking to you?"
She saw that she would have to be more explicit. "I want your mouth on my pussy," she said, beginning to feel frustrated. He returned the toy, and she sighed gratefully, but he continued questioning. "How do you want me to use my mouth on your pussy?" he asked.
She cast about in her mind for a mental picture of what she craved and struggled to find words for it. "I want you to lick and suck my clit," she said. He obliged with one slow lick that brought a surge of sensation. "More," she called out.
"More what?" he persisted.
She realized that to get satisfaction, she would have to find words to direct him. "Keep licking me like that for a while, then take my clit in your mouth and suck hard while you fuck me with the sex toy." She saw a smile at the command. He loved that she had become so comfortable as to be able to talk to him like this, despite her small-town, Midwestern upbringing. He rewarded her by following her directions. As he her pussy into his mouth and gave a long, hard suck while the toy worked inside her, she felt his eyes on her and reached up to play with her breasts. His lips, tongue, and teeth were delightful as she felt the energy building in her cunt. His warm mouth seemed to rip the orgasm from her body as she released with a loud cry of pleasure. He slowly withdrew the glass but gave the folds of her wet skin several long, luxurious licks while the spasms subsided. Satiated, she pulled him up close to her and kissed his mouth, tasting herself on his lips and tongue. She reached down to cup his balls and found that he had recovered some of his desire. She smiled at the thought, knowing their evening wasn't over yet.