"Look at that red bottom," He whispered in her ear.
Stacey could feel his hard body pressed against hers.
It was the middle of the day on a sunny Sunday and they were at the zoo.
"Did you know the female baboons have a larger red butt to attract the males?" He continued her education.
She swallowed hard.
She felt her heart sink as he moved his hand over her butt.
Stacey wore a very short black skirt and a tight pink T-shirt. No bra underneath. Despite the fact she had small breasts, she used always to wear one, but not today. Today she felt racy and sexy.
She wanted Owen to want her.
Her black strappy sandals had high heels which made her legs seem longer than they were. She wasn't used to wearing them. Only for special occasions.
Going to the zoo wasn't a special event, but today, with him it was.
Owen surprised her when he asked her to meet him there.
That wasn't the sexy scene she fantasized about. But now that he was behind her, pressing against her, where everyone could see them in daylight, she understood why he brought her there.
She took a deep breath before saying "So, you're basically a baboon, ha?" She sneered.
His arm wrapped around her waist tight. She knew he wouldn't like that remark.
To her surprise, he laughed lightly in her ear. It was a throaty short laugh.
"Aren't you a little brat today?" He whispered.
She swallowed hard but kept her cool.
Putting her lollipop back in her mouth. Sucking on it hard.
He moved strands of brown shiny hair from the back of her neck and kissed it. It sent chills down her spine. She could feel her nipples getting hard.
"I have a mind to take you over my knees right here and spank your bottom," His voice was low.
She popped the lollipop out of her mouth. Swallowing hard the sweet juice but not really tasting it.
She looked around. Imagining him taking her over his knees and spanking her where everyone could see.
There weren't many people at this time but the occasional drifter.
Still, the baboons were there.
"You can imagine how they would look at you, getting a spanking, can you?" He continued.
It was as if he could read her mind.
He brushed her hair aside again. His light touch made her quiver.
"You'll cry, of course, " He said with confidence.
She knew he was right.
"Did you ever get a spanking like that?" He asked, knowing full well the answer.
She shivered and shook her head no.
He felt her body almost melting and it gave him pleasure.
"You know that bratty girls get spanked," His warm breath on her ear was thick.
She could feel his hard-on through the fabric of his pants.
It excited her to feel it.
Then she felt his thumb itching on the edge of her skirt from behind.
She held her breath in anticipation. Butterflies flew in her stomach.
He moved in beneath and found her bare skin. Only the skimpy fabric of her g-string protects her most intimate parts.
He moved the rest of his fingers now on her silky flesh. She felt his strong long fingers touching in an owning manner.
This was his to do as he pleased.
She drew in her breath when his thumb found its way under the flimsy fabric and between her butt chicks.
He was at her entrance now. Putting light pressure against her hole.
Her body tensed and squeezed shut.
"Bratty girl," He said. She could feel the smile in his voice.
Stacey ignored him and concentrated on the silent fight. Her body tipped forward as much as it could, stretching away. But the heels didn't help.
Damn her for wearing them today.
His tight grip around her waist didn't give her much room.
It was a lost battle and she knew it. Yet she had to try.
Then his index finger moved about. Her mouth suddenly felt dry.
His index finger felt warm, she couldn't resist it any longer. It wasn't lubricated and it burnt as it made its way into her hole.
She opened her mouth and a small cry came out as his finger broke her resistance and made its way inside her.
"Ssssh," She heard him whisper.
His grip around her waist brought her back to her heels. Her eyes widened. Her body shivered. It wasn't just the pain but also the humiliation.
Her butt hole wasn't hers anymore. It belonged to him.
She was powerless to stop him.
"It hurts being a brat, right?" His low voice was in her ear.
When she didn't respond he wiggled his finger inside her.
Her face winced with pain.
A hot flash came over her. Now the butterflies were gone, instead, she felt a knot twisting.
She looked around. A couple were a few feet from them. They hugged and laughed. Oblivious to his probing.
"How do you think they'd react if they knew I was taking your temperature, right here?"
She wondered how he could read her mind.
Humiliating her was his favorite game.
"To think that if you wore a different kind of underwear, I wouldn't be able to do this," He teased her.
Stacey knew he was right and wondered if she wore these underwear intentionally.
She never even owned a G-string before. It was his gift.
"You want me to take it out?" He teased her again.
"Yes," She whispered, they both could hear the desperation in her voice.
"Not yet," He said and his finger moved inside her tiny hole.
She felt tears stinging her eyes.
The couple next to them left and they were all alone.
"Don't move," He warned her.
He moved the arm from her waist to reach her breast. Fondling one and squeezing her nipple lightly through the fabric.
Her head felt light from all the sensations she was feeling at the same time.
She didn't know if she wanted it to end or not.
"I'm going to take my finger out and then we'll go to my place and I'm going to spank your bratty bottom," He said.
She didn't respond.
Her body loosened as he pulled his finger out.
Her butt hole felt on fire.
His thumb lingered in her entrance again. Implying that he could just as easily penetrate her once more.
