“Hmmmm.” she weighed the brush in her hand, tapping her palm, “might be fun to use this. He’s seen my butt get pink online, only fair that I get to see his. On the other hand, I would like to find out what its like.” Images of what he’d look like lying on the bed naked, getting spanked. She waved the brush through the air, as if giving him that spanking in slow motion. Her hand unconsciously went to her bottom, rubbing her palm against her cheek as if she’d already gotten smacked.
Jenn had made up her mind; she unbuttoned her jeans, slid them down her hips, kicked her shoes into the corner, and removed all her clothes. The apartment didn’t seem cold until now. She clutched the brush tight, as if it could keep her warm.
“Funny,” she thought “it will be warming up part me real soon.”
She turned the knob, hesitated for just a second, the carefully slid through the door, into the bedroom. Her first impression, bachelor pad, a double bed in the corner, nightstand with a reading lamp, a large dresser with an alarm clock perched on top. And the final piece of furniture, an over stuffed chair opposite the bed. Nothing quite matched, but it all seemed like it fit. One large candle on the dresser lit the room, with the help of the mirror behind it. She did not see him, and the door began to swing closed behind her, as if on its own. His hands touched her shoulders, strong, smooth, and warm. They sunk into the muscles at the top of her back. Muscles she didn’t realize were sore until he began to rub them. His fingers worked the spot were her neck met her shoulders. Loosening her neck, and making her arms feel like jelly. He leaned in close, she felt his breath on her hair,
“Feel good?” he asked.
“Mmmmm, yes”
“Good,” he whispered and gave her a kiss behind the ear.
Another kiss, down lower, then a light nibble on her earlobe, he moved her across the room, over to the bed, kissing her from behind, as they walked slowly across the room. He turned her, when they reached the bed. They both sat down, finally she saw him, face to face. He was handsome, not Brad Pitt, but full dark hair, dark eyes, a small cleft in his chin. He was wearing silk boxers, nothing else.
“So it’s the hairbrush huh? Going to try out a spanking for real?”
“I thought, well I’ve been curious.”
He reached out and put his hand on the back of her neck. He gently guided her forward and over his lap. She felt the cold silk slide against her belly and something stiff inside. She put her hand behind her, holding the hairbrush out to him.
“Hang on to it a minute, I’ll start you off slow,” he rested his hand on her waiting buttocks.
He squeezed gently, and brushed down across her thighs. He used both hands to slightly part her legs, and ran his fingers between them, up to her waiting sex. She hadn’t realized until now, how erotic this was, and how wet she had become. His fingers probed, looking for a reaction as he made small circles along her lips. Jess was so lost in the pleasure of his fingers, that she didn’t feel his hand rise. She was taken by surprise as the first slap came down on her ass. It was harder than she thought it would be, but there was no sting, not yet. Another spank, in the same spot and then another. The slaps were coming at random, no pattern, and no rhythm.
