April, still mulling over what she had just agreed to, very turned on but at the same time trepidatious. She had just agreed to try a light Dom Sub dynamic for their getaway. Greg had been hinting at the idea, which did intrigue her quite a bit. He would talk about funishment and ask her what she would like for it. They had talked about funishment for what he considered bratty behavior. Now, she didn't think she was a brat, but when she did push a tease to far he did bend her over and plant two perfect spanks on her ass. They had come up with a three item list at that time for what bratty funishment would look like.
The list was,
Light bratty would get a spank.
More severe would get more than one spank and they would be harder.
Would be a gentle but firm grip of her hair on the back of her head and be pulled in for a deep kiss, only to stop when he decided, or to be able to rub his cock anywhere on her naked body.
She had come up with the cock idea, she figured that he would want to rub it on her tight little backdoor. She did like that idea, but they had not gotten to that point quite yet. She was rather surprised that his wasn't as risque, but it did turn her on.
Now she had just got done negotiating a kind of play agreement for their getaway.
She had agreed to be open to at times doing what he said sexually. She was to answer him with a "Yes please" when he told her what to do. Now she would not know when he would do this, that was the allure of it, and if she really had an issue with it, she was to kiss him and say no thank you, and they would discuss what the issue was. She liked this idea because there was none of the "yes sir" or "yes daddy" that they had seen or heard of in anything that you saw in movies or TV.
They were getting ready to go, nothing out of the ordinary. Gather clothes, pack up toothpaste and toothbrushes, make sure they have chargers. They were just about to leave and Greg called her to him.
"Pull down your leggings, put my hand on your pussy and use my fingers to rub." He said with a tone of respect, but of instruction.
At first April did not know what to think of what he said. Her usual was to kinda tease him and leave him hanging, but this was definitely different. She felt a tingle in her sex and a strange desire to do his request.
She did what he requested. Got kissing close, pushed down her leggings, reached for his right hand to guide it to her cleft, her hand over his. As he cupped her mound she pushed his middle finger to her clit. Slowly she rubbed with it till she found herself starting to grind on that finger. She could feel her wetness both in her folds and on her finger's.
Greg then took over for only a moment to slide it in as deep as he could. April let out a soft moan, then was left standing there as he pulls hand back, sucks his finger and tells her it's time to go.
With her pussy throbbing and her leggings down she was not sure what to make of it. Frustrated, she pulled up her leggings and followed him to the car.
They drive for a while, on their way to the air BNB that they picked out. Now this getaway was for three things, to get away, go have a great dinner and drinks, and lots of sex. It originally did not have the D/S play in the idea, but one of Greg's erotic writings kinda lit a fire of curiosity if she could do something like that.
Greg would occasionally reach over for a fondle, and the tease that happened before made her want him to finish the job. She would accommodate his advances by spreading her legs wide. Then he would stop and pull back his hand, leaving her still wet and more frustrated.
"Pull down your leggings and spread your legs wide." Greg instructed, in the same manner that he did at the house, which got her smooth pussy throbbing to begin with.
"And what are you going to do if I don't?" April teasingly snarks back.
"As per our agreement on funishment, you just earned a spank at my convenience." He replies in a matter of fact way.
With a grin at the thought of the spanking, April wondered how far she would have to push him to get to that level three funishment, and which one would he choose?
She hooked her thumbs in her waistband, then eased down the leggings and made a show of it. Then spread her legs as absolutely wide as possible. He reaches over and begins tracing along her wet lips, occasionally dipping in deep into her.
"Lay your seat back as far as it will go." Greg tells her.
She lays it back as his fingers make sure to coat her clit with as much of her slippery lust as possible. Alternating between deep dips, and pinpoint circular rubs, April feels herself moving towards the release of the frustration he caused.
"Are you just going to stop again and tease me, like you did at the house?" April asks in a mocking tone.
"I sure hope you're not being bratty again?" Greg replies, in a playful warning tone.
"What if I am, what are you going to do about it?" She jokingly snarks back.
He stops rubbing just as she is about to cum. Pulls his hand back for a taste and grips the wheel.
"Don't stop, please I am almost there!" April pleads, as her throbbing pussy begs to be fingered.
"Please, I will take the third funishment of your choosing, just make me cum!" Her tone is begging.
His hand goes back, but this time he fills her with two fingers thrusting in and out. He gauges her closeness to orgasm, and finally pushes her over with a mix of broad clit rubs with multiple fingers, and deep two finger fucking of her hot pussy. She grips his arm to ease his contact on her but he powers past her grip to send her to a knee shaking second round. Her voice had gone from moans to shouts of "fuck and oh my God and don't stop."
