It was that night when he burst into her room. Her moans were the reason, and a side of him could tell that those were drastically needy ones. The room door was suddenly open causing her heart to skip a beat. He could smell the scent in the room, the scent that made it too clear that she wasn't innocent. Her hand was under the covers, slowly caressing her clit. The laptop was right next to her, placed in a way where she could clearly see the screen. Her hands stopped the pace they followed once the door was open. He approached closer and she wasn't able to say a single word. The only thing he did was take a look at her laptop, and unexpectedly didn't find porn. What he saw was an erotica. He could read sensual the words were, causing his cock to grow slightly a bit larger. Her eyes were pinned on him.
He sat on the edge of the bed saying, "Get up. I want you bent over my knee, Now." In a sharp voice but very calmly.
She didn't know what to expect, but decided to obey. She got up and quickly bent herself over his knee. She felt his hand caressing her bottom, as her whole body tensed. His hand was off her bottom in a few seconds, and it landed hardly on it again making that loud noise. A gasp was all that he could hear from her. Her juices kept flowing between her thighs, as the scent kept getting stronger. One spank was followed by another, and another changing cheeks each time. The spanks continued and her breath just kept getting heavier as she let out those close-mouthed moans. Just till he thought her bottom was red enough, he stopped and continued caressing it again.
