Literotic asexstories – Consequences by LaurelAspen,LaurelAspen
Well, what did she expect? A broken promise, woeful lack of consideration; no doubt about it, Caroline is clearly in the wrong.
“I did say I was sorry,” she ventures, unconvincingly.
“You did,” Carter acknowledges, holding her close, an unmistakably alpha male presence, “but that’s not enough.”
Caroline presses against him, eyes downcast, perhaps her abundant seductive charm will get her out of trouble? He undoes a blouse button, then another, and another. Frees and fondles perfectly proportioned and extremely sensitive boobs, sending shivers down her spine. Tongues each nipple, she could easily come from this attention alone.
“Is this what you meant by consequences,” asks Caroline, more in hope than expectation, closing her eyes, breathes becoming ragged. Carter finds the question highly amusing.
“Dear me, no. I’ve something altogether more exacting in mind.” Still smiling, he disengages from their impromptu embrace, leaving his girlfriend puzzled and unfulfilled.
“Such as?” She already has a sneaking suspicion, immediately confirmed when, without warning, Carter tugs down her jeans and pulls Caroline, too surprised to struggle, across his lap.
“This,” he announces decisively, punctuating a series of hand spanks with a single-word explanation. Many more follow, Caroline’s skimpy knickers affording no protection whatsoever, her attempts to escape the onslaught prove futile as Carter holds his Innamorato firmly in place. Besides, despite Caroline’s protests, her body responds unilaterally with an erotic tingling between her legs, a familiar feeling of damp desire. Of course, she knows some people get off on spanking, just hasn’t understood how, until now. Bottom burning, she grinds her pussy against Carter’s knee.
“Well,” he says, allowing a welcome respite, “someone appears to be getting off on this.” He lifts Caroline, flushed and awry, to her feet, pulls her panties down to her knees and insinuates a hand between her thighs. “Very wet,” Carter observes approvingly, teasing her pouting labia.
“Oh, yes please,” whispers Caroline craving further stimulation. Carter continues the fingering, then, when she’s on the verge of coming, abruptly stops. “No!” An anguished protest, this is too much, bottom sore, arousal again unrequited. “Not fair,” she complains.
‘Consequences,” replies Carter dismissively. “We’re not done yet,” he adds, correctly anticipating her continued submission.
“When, where, what?” It’s all very confusing.
“Later,” answers her man nonchalantly, I’ll find you.”
How frustrating! Totally turned on, Caroline desperately wants to wank herself to the release her overstimulated cunt craves but doesn’t, concerned Carter will find out and increase her penance. Also, it feels strangely like cheating. The day wears on, their unfinished business an increasingly unbearable weight to carry.
Eventually, disobeying his injunction to wait, Caroline decides to act. Changes into a flattering dress – her jeans have become uncomfortably tight on a bum which feels swollen – enticing panties, high heels and fresh lipstick, important to look her best.
She seeks him out in his office where unruffled by her unannounced entrance, Carter slowly looks up from his screen.
“I can’t wait any longer, whatever you have planned, just do it,” she blurts out, all in a rush.
“And what do you imagine that might be?”
Caroline imagines lots of things…
“You’ll punish me more?”
“Darling girl, what you received earlier wasn’t a punishment.”
“Really?” She reproachfully rubs her rear.
“Merely light stimulation, making a point, besides, you didn’t seem entirely adverse to getting that cute derriere warmed.”
“I’m not,” responds Caroline, recklessly, “but I don’t like to be left in limbo. Do your worst but do at least finish the job.” Carter’s burgeoning erection hasn’t gone unnoticed, she grasps the bulge in his jeans. “And I’m not the only one enjoying this game, if I didn’t know better, I’d think it was just an excuse to spank me.”
“Partly,” Carter admits shamelessly – she appreciates his honesty, good to know they’re on the same page, “and I sensed a while back this is what you wanted too.”
“If you’d asked a few hours ago I’d have denied it.”
“And now?”
“I want to be fucked, and if another spanking is what it takes…”
“Excellent, then you’ll have no objection to bending over the desk”. With a thrill of excitement, Caroline obeys. “Lift your dress and pull your panties down to your knees.” Oh hell, he’ll notice my hands are shaking, things Caroline as she complies.
He does, astutely realising the tremor to be a consequence of desire, not fear. Enjoys the spectacle of her pert, pink posterior, positioned invitingly before him. Picks up a wooden ruler and taps each buttock lightly while Caroline squirms in nervous anticipation.
“Keep still,” Carter commands. With an effort, she pushes up onto her toes to still trembling legs and grips the far side of the desk. “How many?” Caroline enquires nervously.
“That depends,” he remains infuriatingly vague.
“On what?”
“How well you take each stroke, and if you remember to count them out in a loud and clear voice. Ready?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“I’m a bad girl, and ready for you to smack my naughty bottom,” Caroline improvises hastily.
“Correct answer,” he replies with wry amusement.
Thwack – dead centre across both moons, a momentary pause then a red line, accompanied by a stinging sensation, appears.
“One, thank you.” So polite; amid gasps and groans Caroline keeps count until six exquisitely burning red bands emblazon her bottom and thighs. Tenses for a seventh stroke which mercifully never arrives.
“Well done,” says Carter approvingly, “I expect you’d like to rub now.” Caroline most certainly does, standing upright and jigging on the spot as she urgently attempts to assuage her hot buttocks. “Enough,” he decrees after a couple of minutes and spins her around to face him, denuded pussy on display. Caroline’s
knickers have slid to her ankles and been kicked off, along with her shoes. Carter sits her on the edge of the desk, facing him, the unanticipated contact between hard, polished wood and her sore bum making Caroline wince.
“Time for something different, lean back, take the weight on your hands and put your heels on the tabletop.” The position leaves her legs spread wide, and Caroline’s completely exposed vulva glistens lewdly. Released from its confines, his erection leaps into prominence.
Praise be – the familiar feeling of Carter’s impressive cock nudging against her pussy lips. He strokes it along her slit, and looks into Caroline’s eyes, her bright-eyed expression one of eager anticipation and desire. Sinks the full length fully inside, until his groin grinds against her sopping slot, ardently taking and possessing Caroline and eliciting a long moan of satisfaction in response. He draws back and then returns, thrusting hard; her legs wrap around his waist, pulling Carter closer, locked in lust, the pace and rhythm of their coupling inexorably increasing.
“Oh yes,” Caroline moans, both breathing faster now, approaching climax She thrusts her hips forward, bucking against his throbbing manhood until he comes, flooding her pussy.
“Consequences,” growls Carter as Caroline joyfully surrenders to an intense and euphoric orgasm. Being bad evidently has its compensations.
“Now I know what to expect, I shall have to find ways to be very wicked in future,” she replies archly, already planning some brattish behaviour to provoke further punishment.
This explains why, just a few days later, naughty Caroline is pinned firmly across the lap of her alpha male beau, nylon-clad legs kicking vigorously as her bottom is once again warmed.
Carter smiles as he applies a humble wooden spoon to her curvaceous buttocks. At first sight this may not appear much of a threat, but the combination of a long handle and small round bowl concentrates a surprising amount of soreness into each loud impact. The salutary results are already obvious as her soon-to-be penetrated pussy winks lewdly and damp from between parted thighs. Having blatantly orchestrated this spanking encounter Caroline is making no attempt to escape, more than happy to suffer – or should that be enjoy? – the consequences Carter promised.
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