Shadow
My butterfly is getting a spanking.
She forgot to charge the flashlight again. She just walks around here late at night in the dark, relying totally on her two dogs to alert and protect her. Which they will of course, they're good boys. I've already become their friend so that I can follow without them freaking out. But she should at least have a fucking flashlight.
No problem, we'll be getting all this straightened out tonight. She won't forget again.
I watch as she walks back home, returning from the back streets behind the main roads. She gets up early and goes to bed late. My girl is a hard worker. And so sweet. Maybe a little different, considering our first encounter and how... enthusiastic she was. I think it surprised both of us, but I'm not really a man who could resist. Not her, anyway. Not anymore.
I also don't like that she doesn't have a weapon on her. That idiot that lives back there is going to blow up half the fucking neighborhood with his shenanigans. But the knife is for the way he looks at her. And talks about her. The new girl in this backwoods neighborhood caught his eye and I'm going to end up stabbing him in that eye.
Am I getting hyper focused on her? Obsessed?
Yes.
Will I break his fucking jaw the next time I hear him say something about my butterfly?
Also yes.
I break away from my fantasy of silencing the idiot when I see her putting the dogs up. Her man isn't home tonight. I know he went fishing with his friends for the weekend. I also know one flimsy lock is the only thing stopping me from getting into her house. Her kids also left for the weekend, leaving my girl all alone. Until now.
I give her enough time to get ready for bed and settle down. It won't take long, I know she's tired and falls asleep quickly.
The lock gives easily, making me angry and happy at the same time. She's vulnerable here, and the only person she should be vulnerable to is me. For now I'll keep the lock the way it is in case I need to get in. But I have plans to fix this lock and I'll have a key this time.
I walk through the house silently, petting her orange cat who sits in the window judging me. He's pretty cool though, I like his eternal judgement face.
I can smell her lotion, a combination of vanilla and amber. That scent makes me hard. I adjust my cock in my pants to make it possible for me to walk. Down boy, we have a ways to go before it's his turn. Spankings first.
Her bedroom door is open, letting me peek around the corner. She's facing the door but asleep already. My eyes are already adjusted to the dark so I can see her, partially covered by a thin sheet.
Her long legs are exposed, letting me see all that smooth skin. The sheet is over her shoulder but I can still see the tiny crop top she's sleeping in. Those luscious tits barely fit inside it. I need to touch and taste them again, need to fuck them. But not tonight.
I admire her in the darkness, my sweet girl. She loves that I call her butterfly. One day I'll tell her that the first day I saw her, she was talking to her dogs about the butterflies. She moved here in the spring when they were all coming out. She was walking and a bunch of them came up from the flowers when her dogs disturbed them. They floated up and around her and it made her smile. A real smile, not the fake one she wears when trying to pacify her husband. When she tries to avoid his wrath when he takes his own problems out on her. I think she's scared of him. He doesn't hurt her physically because he would be dead if he did. But he seems off. I think if she tried to leave, he would torment and torture her. I'm going to fix that too, but first I have to decide how and plan it out. Nothing crazy, I just want him removed from her life. Anyway, she's been my butterfly since that day.
I move to the bed, running my fingers down her leg. "Butterfly," I whisper. I can feel when she jolts awake, but she doesn't sit up yet. "Butterfly, wake up."
"Shadow? What the hell, how did you get in here?" She says, her voice low. "You scared the crap out of me."
"I wanted to see you. I know you're alone this weekend. And you need a spanking. So here I am." I explain it simply.
"A spanking? For what?" She asks, confused.
"Five spankings on your ass for walking with no flashlight again. I told you how dangerous the woods are at night. And one spanking on your pussy for wearing those tiny fucking shorts again. Your cute little ass shows and that's only for me to see." I fold my arms across my chest and watch her.
"On my pussy? Oh dear. I'm sure you're trying to be scary right now, but you're just making me wet instead." She says with some attitude.
I laugh softly, loving her reaction. This girl. "I'm not trying to scare you, but we can always add more spankings if you'd like. How long do you want my handprints to stay on your skin? Long enough for your husband to return and see?" I personally wouldn't mind that, but the man would blow a gasket and that would put her in danger, so it's an empty threat.
She laughs, "One spanking would probably be enough on this pale ass skin I have."
I look at her. "I like your pretty skin. Helps me see you in the dark."
She rolls her eyes. "Thanks a lot."
"That's another spanking for rolling those beautiful eyes, butterfly."
She sits up, the sheet falling away and letting me see her body. "Don't threaten me with a good time, handsome." She stretches, pushing her breasts out and showing them off to me. Fuck, she's gorgeous. Sad and beautiful. I wonder what she's like when she's mad. It'll be glorious, I'm sure.
I move suddenly, grabbing her legs, slipping off her shorts and flipping her onto her knees so I can see that adorable ass. "Let's see if you still think it's a good time when I won't let you cum."
She gasps, softening into a position that arches her back and relaxes her top half onto the bed. She widens her legs and pushes her ass out more, showing me everything. "Don't be mean, Shadow. I'll be good."
I growl at her, "You're my good girl but you're not getting out of your punishment. This is for not charging your flashlight and walking around in the pitch black. You don't even know what's out there. You will count for me."
I smooth my hands over her ass and hips, loving the feel of her skin. I run my fingers through her folds, knowing that she's already wet. My girl gushes like a faucet, just for me. It's already gathering like dew that I'll lick up. Eventually.
I stand back up, listening to her cute protest to me taking my touch away. "Shh, settle down. Count for me, butterfly."
The first pop jolts her, and then she moans as the slap turns warmer and spreads. "Mm, one."
"Good girl," I tell her. "Such a beautiful sight, I think I'll take a picture." I take out my phone and take a couple, patting myself on the back for the idea.
