There we were on our bed. My fiancΓ©e was straddling my chest allowing me to kiss her nipples while she reached back and felt me rising again.
"Bad boy," she said again, her words slurring a bit. "What am I going to do with you?"
I grabbed her on her hips and pushed her back a little until her mouth was above mine before I started kissing her deeply. I could feel her melt on me a little as she started to kiss back, my hands moving from her hips to her butt to squeeze. We started making out, kissing each other as our hands rubbed different places.
"Was I a naughty girl, Sir?" she asked me between kisses.
"You were a good girl," I said.
She stopped kissing for a moment and smiled at me.
"I was trying to be naughty. I wanted a spanking."
She gave me a mock pout that only lasted a few seconds before she started laughing. I laughed with her before landing a hearty smack on her ass.
"Oh," she said in shock.
"Would you like a spanking?"
"I do."
"Then ask me correctly."
She gave me that mock pout again.
"Sir, may your naughty girl have a spanking please?"
She started moving her hips from side to side. I smiled at her.
"Yes, you may. But only because you were being naughty."
She smiled before she rolled to the side for me to get up. She stayed on her hands and knees wiggling her ass back and forth. I pressed the center of her back to indicate to her the position I wanted her in. She placed her head against the bed but was still wiggling her hips. I rubbed her ass a bit as she cooed before laying a smack on her left cheek.
"One!" she said cheerfully.
Smack.
"Two!"
It continued like that for a bit. She counted thirty smacks until her ass was as pink as we could muster. I then leaned in and began to lick her pussy while she was in that position.
"Ooo, your beard is all tickly down there," she said in a cheerful voice.
I licked some more, gliding my tongue over her outer petals while rubbing her ass with my hands. I was enjoying licking her, tasting her sweet nectar while she stayed there presenting herself.
"Am I being a good girl, Sir?" she asked.
"You are. You're a very good girl."
"I want to be a naughty girl."
"What would make you a naughty girl?"