Why Not Watch

"Excuse me?"

"See you naked again," I clarified. "You put on quite a display when you were brushing your hair last night."

She blushed and I could see her hunting for the right names to call me. I got in first.

"Of course, if you're too scared to drop your panties and have your bottom smacked we'll forget all about it." There just may have been a touch of derision in my voice when I said that. It certainly put her back up.

"That's not it and you know it. The problem is that if I did permit you to spank me you'd try and fuck me afterwards."

"Even if I was crass enough to try all you would have to do is say no. I'm not into rape. Seeing you're making your preferences clear right from the start I won't even try. Now are you going to take them off or not?"

I expected her to say not in a very definite voice and go storming out in a fine temper. Instead she started giggling.

"This - this is so ridiculous. I mean, it's not as though you'd really go ahead and spank me. You're just daring me is all."

I held up a hand. "Oh, please, Denise, believe me. I will indeed spank you. Please don't think I'm bluffing over this or you'd get a nasty surprise when my hand landed on your pretty little tush."

"Really?" she asked, but seemed more inclined to believe me. "Anyway, you wouldn't know how pretty my tush is."

"Brushing your hair, remember?"

She giggled, blushing, remembering again just how she'd been dressed the previous evening while brushing her hair.

"Yes, well, just a spanking. Right?"

"Right," I humbly agreed.

She chewed on her lip for a moment and then started undoing those cargo pants. I couldn't help but think that they were one ugly article of clothing. She slid them down and stepped out of them, leaving her panties on. That was OK. She certainly had long shapely legs and they were now on full display.

"Those cargo pants are a disgrace," I grumbled, taking hold of her arm and walking over to the couch. "Do me a favour and never wear them again."

"They're useful," she protested. "They have all sorts of pockets in them."

"They're also ugly. Ugly should be banned."

I sat down, bringing her down across my lap at the same time. Her hands automatically crossed behind her, covering her bottom.

"Don't be silly," I said, pushing her hands away. I took hold of her panties and took them down.

"What?" I asked when she started to protest. "You knew perfectly well they were coming down."

She had and we both knew it so she shut up about that.

"Like I said, a pretty little tush," I murmured, rubbing my hand across it.

With that I lifted my hand and dropped a firm spank onto her cheek.

"My god, you really are spanking me," she exclaimed. "Ow. That hurt," she added as the next spank landed.

"A spanking is supposed to hurt," I pointed out. "That's what it's for."

I continued with the spanking and she continued with a number of sound effects and protests, waving her arms about and kicking her legs up and down. She was proving to be a very energetic spankee, but she remained across my lap, not trying to throw herself off.

"Aren't you supposed to be telling me all the things I did wrong and explaining that this hurts you more than it hurts me?"

"I've already explained how you stuffed up," I said reasonably. "I see no reason to repeat myself. As for hurting me more than it hurts you I wouldn't spank you if that was the case. It may hurt you but I find it quite amusing. Oh, sorry, but that was also your fault."

She'd wriggled a bit too much and her bottom shifted, meaning my hand came down on the wrong set of curves. My hand covered those curves quite nicely I noticed. I gave her a quick squeeze and tried to go on with the spanking.

The trouble was it was hard to concentrate on spanking her when I was wanting to touch other parts. I gave up and started delivering little spanks to her pussy. Not that it had much visible effect. Probably because it was already flushed and swollen with her lips pursed, asking for more attention. I gave up.

I swung her to her feet, rising to mine at the same time. Moving closer I edged her back against the side of the armchair that was there. I had a big, well-stuffed, armchair, suitable for a large man to sit on. Also suited, I decided, for a half-naked young woman to lean back against.

Stepping back I started undoing my belt. Her eyes went wide.

"What are you doing? You said spank only. You know you did."

"I did," I confessed, dropping my trousers and stepping out of them, my immediate intentions very plain to see, and she was looking, I assure you. "You're not trying to tell me you actually believed me?"

"Of course I believed you," she snapped. "Why wouldn't I?"

I was closer to her now, my hand once more rubbing against her mound, feeling the heat and moisture coming from it.

"Because you're not a gullible young fool and we both know it."

I was massaging harder now and she was twisting about under my touch, breathing hard.

"You said you'd stop if I told you to," she said, and I could hear the excitement in her voice.

I conceded that as well and waited but she seemed satisfied with that concession. She certainly didn't tell me to stop.

"Move your lips apart," I said softly and she gave me a look, groaned, and reached down, delicately spreading herself.

I pressed against her and into her and waited for a moment. She pulled her hand away, watching as her lips closed around my cock in a loving embrace. She continued watching as I pressed into her, her passage both yielding to me and claiming me as I passed. Nice and easy in my movement I kept pressing forward, feeling her stretch and adapt to take me. With my groin finally rubbing against hers I held myself hard against her.

"Take off your top," I told her and she didn't even try to argue, peeling of both top and bra with one quick movement.

My hands slid up her sides and closed over her breasts, treasuring them, teasing and rubbing.

"Ready?" I asked and she gave a quick nod. Oh, yes. She was more than ready.

I started sliding in and out of her and she was looking down, watching my cock's continuous invasion of her body. She was breathing deeply, apparently timing her breath to the thrusts I was making, giving a gasping ah sound each time I thrust in. She wasn't just lying back letting it happen, either. She was pushing quite firmly to meet me, just as eager as I was for this confrontation.

I'd established a nice little pace, one that I felt I could keep up for a while. Her legs had come up and wrapped around me, her bottom firmly planted on the arm of that chair.

I kept going, finding, to my amusement, that Denise got louder and louder the more excited she got. She was no longer watching what was happening, her eyes closed as she just moved with me and moved most vigorously. I'd brought her to a point where she was almost ready to climax and I was holding her there quite easily, thoroughly enjoying myself while I did so. She didn't seem to mind, hanging onto me and yelling to her hearts content.

I had to finish eventually, of course, and I finally picked my time. My hands tightened their grip on her breasts and I put in a renewed effort, showing Denise that things had now got serious. She had no objections, matching my efforts with great eagerness, finally going up in flames about the same time as I cut loose.

She leaned back against the back of the chair, breathing hard. I pulled up my trousers and just enjoyed looking at her. She really was quite something.

"Is that the sort of penalty you gave Megan?" she asked.

"Certainly not," I said indignantly. "She's an innocent little virgin despite your attempt to corrupt her. I just gave her a severe tongue lashing, letting her know I was disappointed in her."

Denise almost rolled around the floor laughing at me.

"She told me about the tongue lashing you gave," she giggled.

I maintained a dignified silence. Denise was still giving intermittent giggles as she hastily dressed. Watching Denise trot off home I couldn't help but wonder how much Megan had told her. For that matter, I was now wondering how much Denise would tell Megan. Well, I was sure it would all work out in the long run, even if that run might get a bit hectic.