"How fuckin' kinky could you possibly be?" I questioned snarkily. "You don't have a leather catsuit or nipple clamps.... Or even some toy handcuffs. Something kinkier than a cheap vibrating bullet."
"I don't need those items." Kym retorted. "You didn't know me in college. I once blew my boyfriend at a party with his bedroom door open. I know more than a couple people watched. Someone even slapped my ass."
"Ok, well I'm not a doctor in sex therapy or anything, but there's a big difference between being all drunk and insecure and being legitimately kinky." I replied with my best straight face.
I was trying not to show my amusement at Kym's revelation. She was at the point of her life, her late 20's, where she was trying to find the balance between being a mature single mother and still feeling sexy and carefree. I don't know where exactly I fit into that process of finding herself. I do know that I was happy to be at the age that having sex with a woman almost a decade younger than me wasn't creepy. Kym perhaps felt old being the only mother in her group of friends, but she was still a little sex bomb to me compared to my last couple girlfriends.
"Oh! So if I had a fuckin' leather cat-suit and nipple clamps on while blowing him, then I would qualify as a kinky girl in your mind?" Kym shot back while emphasizing "kinky girl" with finger quotes.
"I think you're just too unoriginal to find something kinky unless you've like.... already seen it played out as some generic porn trope." She continued with her arms crossed and a look of pride as she dished the teasing right back.
"That's Bullshit!" I lied.
"I'll teach you a little game we can play right now..... that I made up." I lied again as I recalled something I saw in a porn once.
I unfolded Kym's arms and grabbed her wrists and sneered at her. This little volley of attitude was merely foreplay. I guided her over to the wall of her bedroom and placed her hands against the wall about a foot over her head. She turned and looked at me like I was just making this up as I went.
"This game is called.... Hands On / Hands Off" I instructed her.
Kym mouthed a "Oh Okay" and rolled her eyes.
"The rules should be easy enough though for someone as young and simple as you. If I say 'Hands On' you keep your hands on the wall with your palms pressed firmly against the wall. No matter what I do, you do not take your hands off. I will not physically remove your hands from the wall. However, if you do remove a hand, I will say 'Hands off'. This means you no longer exert effort to have your hands on the wall, and you will accept whatever punishment I decide. After I'm satisfied, I will say 'Hands on' again, and the next round begins. Do you understand how to play?" I asked.
"Yes coach" Kym snickered.
Goddamnit. Not only was Kym game but she was already embellishing it way better than I could ever come up with. I grabbed her short blonde hair and pulled her head back.
"Careful. Or I might make you call me that all the time." I sneered between my teeth.
Kym let out a little smile and a silent laugh. She wasn't worried, but I know she had to wonder what was in store for her. I slid one of my legs between hers, and spread her out. I had to take a few steps back to admire my 5'4 prey in her short shorts and t-shirt. Kym started getting a bit antsy and wiggled her butt at me teasingly. In reality we were both wondering what was about to come next as I tried to figure out my plan of attack.
I decided to start with a shoulder rub which seemed like a sweet gesture. It was merely my Trojan Horse intended to get her to let her guard down. I started working my way down her back. Sure, a kinky game is fun, but I bet a backrub would be just as cathartic for Kym these days. She was falling right into my trap as I watched the muscles in her shoulder relax. I had my hands on her sides massaging just above her hips when I shot one hand right up the side of her body. I grabbed her armpit and squeezed. Juvenile but effective. Her elbow shot down as a reaction to the tickle, forcing her hand off the wall for the first time.
She was laughing as I barked "Hands Down" at her.
"Hey coach, I thought it was 'Hands Off'?" she continued to giggle.
I tried to breeze through my snafu by pulling her off the wall and squeezing her tight so her side was pressed into my stomach. With my other hand, I unleashed a couple swift slaps to each of her little ass cheeks. Her eyes got wide. It was less out of pain as much as surprise and she continued to laugh at this little game I had roped her into. Her and I would both be surprised by what inventive tricks I would cook up in the following rounds.
Kym's cheeks were rosy from laughing and adrenaline and I'd imagine her ass cheeks were a few hues redder as well. I turned her back towards the wall.
"Hands On" I instructed.
She obliged and even spread her legs like I taught her last time. I walked up behind her and ground my crotch against her ass. She pushed back against me and could feel my star athlete start to warm up for the big game. I reached my arm around her and under her shirt. I traced my fingertips around her belly. She let out a soft sigh. I started to trace my fingers up and down her torso, slowly getting closer to her perky b-cups. So sensual.... or so she thought.
"What the fuh..... acckkk" she yelled as my wet pointer finger from my free hand probed her ear.
The wet willy caused her ass to tighten up which I could feel against my crotch. This gave me ideas for another time, but at the moment I would have to deal with those hands coming off the wall.
"Hands off" I celebrated once again.
Kym wasn't as amused by my victory this time, so I had nothing to lose by increasing the punishment.
"This time I want you across my knee." I instructed her.
"Fine" she surrendered.
"I'm pretty sure you mean 'Yes Coach', and take those shorts off this time."
"You never said I HAD to call you 'Coach' the whole time." Kym shot off as she slid her shorts down.
"I just fucking did." I shot back as I pulled her over to the bed by her hair.
I sat down on the edge and pulled her over my lap by her hair. Her body was draped over my knee with her hands and feet touching the ground.
"Jesus Christ, do I have to tell you how to do everything?" I grumbled as I put my hand on her lower back. My other hand grabbed her leg just below the butt cheek and pulled up as my hand her back held her still. This propped her ass out.
"From here on out, and not just during today's game, this is how you are to present your ass and pussy to me. Do I make myself clear?" I asked her sternly.
Kym let out a little mumble accented by something that sounded like "coach" making me believe she was at a loss for words. She was aroused, as this change of tone was perhaps more what she had in mind than tickling and a wet finger in the ear.
"When you push your ass out just like this, not only do I have better access, but it shows off the sweet little shape better."
I let a few solid slaps fly to punctuate the final couple syllables in my instructions. These certainly connected better than the last round due to the angle I had, hitting her cheeks and missing her tail bone. She let out some sharp breaths after my little outburst. I let her catch her breath and maybe think this round was over. With that I let one more hard slap fly on each cheek before ordering "HANDS UP."
Kym got up off her tummy and flashed me a wicked grin. I just sat there and watched her strut back over to the wall. She put her hands back up on the wall and looked at me over her shoulder.
"Well coach?" she whispered at me.
I was torn between fucking WITH her (so she would pull her hands down) and just straight up fucking her. I approached her once again but with too much lust to be creative. Fortunately, I have a habit of talking without thinking, so my mouth did the heavy lifting.
"You know why you excel at this game?" I questioned as my hands slid up her shirt once again.
"It's because deep down, you already are a good slut. Handcuffs and ropes and all that shit...... That's for chicks who are still on the fence about being a whore. The only reason you'd be on the fence would be to slide that fencepost up your little pussy. Huh!" I grunted in her ear.
She laid her head back and rested the back of it on my shoulder. I kissed her neck as I cupped each of her breasts under her shirt. I rolled her right nipple between my fingers while my other kneaded her other left tit. Kym was letting out soft moans as we both got lost in the moment. I took a step back to take off my shirt. Kym saw me and decided to do the same. Except.... She took her hands off the wall once again. I couldn't help but to pounce.
As her shirt was up over her head and arms tangled, I lunged forward and picked her up. Kym let out a scream, but for all she knew, we were going to stop the game and fuck. I threw her on the bed face up with only her wet patched panties and her shirt still over her face and hands. She got her head out from her shirt and looked at me only to confirm it was still game time. I pulled her ankles up and told her to hold onto them. She obliged as I took my belt off and folded it in half.
Kym cried out as the belt landed on her ass. I think the noise was a jolting as the actual physical impact. She looked absolutely in shock at what was happening. I landed another shot and she whined again. I grabbed the seams of her panties from her hips and peeled them up her legs. Kym let go of her ankles so I could remove them completely. I then reached over and pushed them into her agape mouth.
