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Spanking Mariana
She knew about my parents' anniversary party, and I thought she'd agreed to go, but that afternoon she said she had other plans. "What other plans?" I asked.
At first she wouldn't tell me. It turned out she was just going to hang out with Sabine and Dac. "We might go to a movie or something," she said.
"A movie?" I was incredulous. "What movie? You can go to a movie anytime. This is my parents' twenty-fifth. They've invited us. Come on, it will be nice."
"I don't want to," Mariana said.
"Don't you like my parents?"
"You want the truth? Not really."
I was hurt. "Why not? They've always been kind to you."
"Too kind," Mariana said. "I always have the feeling your dad is an inch away from hitting on me. He undresses me with his eyes. You know he does."
"I don't know that," I said.
"Anyway, I'm not going," Mariana said. "You can tell them I'm sick."
Under my breath I said, "You are sick."
I went to the party, which was at a fancy restaurant, and my parents were very disappointed that Mariana couldn't make it, that she wasn't feeling well. Instead of going right home afterwards, I went to the hotel where my parents had booked a room, and I had a drink with them in the lounge. Two drinks. "Shouldn't you be getting back to tending your love?" my father said. He looked tired. So did my mother. Or maybe they were pretending to be tired to get rid of me, so they could go up to their hotel room and truly celebrate. I thought about that as I drove home, but only in vague outlines.
Still, it was pretty late when I got home. Mariana was waiting up, wearing only a flimsy pair of panties, drinking from a bottle of beer. "How was the party?" she asked.
"It was okay," I said in a dull voice. "How was the movie?"
"Oh, we didn't go," she said. "We didn't really see anything we liked, so we just hung around here."
"You didn't even go!" I exclaimed. "Then you could have..." My voice trailed off. I let out a deep breath. "So what did you do here?"
Mariana chuckled. "We were naughty. Very very naughty."
I looked at her, a look that demanded she explain.
"I'm not sure I should tell you," she said.
"You'd better," I said.
"I love when you're so forceful," Mariana said.
"Tell me."
"If you must know, we fucked in our bed."
I was taken aback. I just stared at her.
"Don't worry," she said. "I'll wash the sheets, if that's what you want."
"I can't believe you would do that," I said.
"Oh, I know how to use a laundry machine," Mariana said.
"You know what I mean."
Mariana made a pretend frown. "Okay, I admitted it, I was a bad girl. I deserve a good hard spanking." She pulled the chair away from the desk. "Go ahead and spank me, if it will make you feel any better." She gripped the back of the chair and bent forward. I didn't make a move.
"Come on," she said, "spank me. I want you to. It will make you feel much better. Spank me right on my bare bottom. What are you waiting for? Are you chicken? Here, I'll even pull down my panties." And she pulled them down so that they were at her ankles. Then she bent forward again. She looked back, almost a glare.
I went to her. I drew back my hand. Her ass was very inviting. My hand trembled. I could imagine the feeling of smacking her hard, making that flesh quiver, making it red. I could imaging striking her again and again, countless hard, harsh slaps.
But I didn't spank her. Maybe in part because I knew she wanted it. Maybe in part because in a way I wanted it. Not spanking her would be a punishment for both of us. Instead, I cupped the curved perfection of her ass. My fingers drifted into her crack. She was hot. She was wet. Wetter than I thought she'd be from just her own excitement. I pushed my middle finger into her cunt. She was thickly wet. Deeply wet. I fucked the deep thick wetness with my finger. Some of the wet splurched out. My thumb, wetted with it, plunged into her asshole. She groaned. I fucked her asshole with my thumb and her cunt with my middle finger. I fucked her hard. It took her only a couple of minutes to come. She went rigid with the orgasm, everything but the hard rapid clenching of cunt and asshole, and the beer bottle dropped from her hand and shattered on the floor. Her contractions continued for some time.
When finally she'd quieted, I picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. The bed had been made up. No telling what was underneath the covers. I laid her on the clean, smooth bedspread and went back to the living room to clean up the spilled beer and broken glass.
When I returned to the bedroom much of an hour later she was under the covers, her eyes closed. I turned out the lights and got under the covers with her. She sighed and gathered me into her arms, sighed again, and said, "That was the best spanking I ever had."
story and illustrations by Mat Twassel |
