I pull my Jeep into a guest spot at Mr. Sunrise's condo building. It is one of those bright multi-story monstrosities that are slowly taking over beach real estate. It's not far from our original meeting spot, which is exciting because of the subtle reminder of those two days of bliss.
I am wearing a yellow sundress with little white flowers on it, and elected to wear nothing underneath. It may seem a little eager, but I am feeling hopeful that our quick mojito 'date' will turn into more. I text him that I have arrived, turn off my car and slip out of the front seat. I make sure to grab my bag with my suit and towel since he said there is a pool.
As I stand by my car, Mr. Sunrise steps out of the elevator and starts walking toward me. When he reaches me, we embrace and he immediately reaches down to squeeze my bottom.
"Mmm, it seems like you forgot something," he says, feeling that I have no panties on under the fabric of my dress. I press my breasts against him, and he grunts in realization that there is no underwire. "Silly girl...you're VERY forgetful today aren't you?"
I feel warm all over, and we start to walk to the elevator with his hand on my low back. We pass two guys my age pulling bags out of their hatchback, but I pay them little notice. Suddenly my backside and calves feel colder, and I realize Mr. Sunrise has pulled my dress up in the back. He rubs my ass cheeks and gives the right one a little pinch where it meets my upper thigh. I squeak and hear the guys laugh and high five each other. I blush that they saw me be goosed and we get to the elevator, which has opened after an elderly couple exited.
When the doors thud closed, Mr. Sunrise turns me around to face the back wall. I brace against it with my forearms. He puts both hands on my hips, trailing them up my sides and over my breasts. He presses against me, and I feel his belly on my back and now-familiar bulge between my thighs. I moan and push back, my body tingling. The elevator dings and we turn to face the opening doors. No one is waiting, so he takes my hand and guides me down the hallway to his door. We slip quietly into his unit and close the door, both of us breathing a little heavier.
Mr. Sunrise says "Please, make yourself at home" and gestures to a couch near the window by the balcony.
He becomes his usual jovial self and busies himself, whistling, in the kitchen. I sit on the couch and smooth my dress over my thighs, trying to calm my heart rate after my brief handling on the ride up here.
"Did you find the place okay?" he asks as he sets two mojitos on the coffee table and sits in the leather chair on the other side.
"Yes sir, I did. I love that you get a view of the ocean from here!" I say, gesturing to the large window. I can see a couple having drinks on the adjacent balcony and wonder idly if they can see us inside.
"Yes I love that about this place. I'm so glad you made it; I think we'll have a fun day here. I have some plans that I think you'll like," he says with a pointed stare and a smile. "Although, before we can start the activities, I think you're in need of a little punishment for making me wait a week and a half to see you."
A tiny shiver runs through me and I take a giant sip of my mojito. "I'm so sorry, I just figured that I shouldn't seem so eager and that you may need a break from me," I fudge.
"That would never happen my dear, you're the sun spot in my life right now," he says matter-of-factly. He takes a swig of his own mojito and stands up.
"Please straddle the arm of the couch, facing the wall," he says.
I set my mojito back down, stand up and swing my right leg over the arm, letting my pussy touch the cool leather and the train of my dress hang loosely over my ass. I prop my elbows on the low back of the couch and wait. I feel nervous but excited.
"That's a good girl," Mr. Sunrise coos, and I hear his clothes rustle as he stands behind me.
"Now," he says, "after today, I don't want to hear any talk of making me wait to see you." He sets one hand firmly on the small of my back. "I will let you off with ten spanks over your dress using only my hand. Now stick that beautiful bottom out for me."
I need to mention that I have never been spanked before, aside from a few slaps on the ass during doggy-style. Feeling vulnerable under his gaze, I wiggle back and forth once, arching my back and giving him his target. Without any further warning, he spanks me once open-palmed right in the sit spot, which stings as if my dress isn't even there. I gasp and clench my knees around the arm of the couch, causing me to rise a bit. I instantly regret not wearing underwear...
As I rise up, he lands two more hard spanks underneath my butt cheeks and close to my pussy. I yelp and settle back down against the leather, having learned my lesson for clenching. He spanks first my right cheek, then my left, hard enough that they bounce. That was five. By now I feel a mist of sweat on my body, and my ass is growing warm. If this is a light punishment, I can only imagine a normal or severe one.
"You're doing good baby girl, half over," he whispers. "We'll do the next five a little quicker."
I let out a shuddering breath and settle back down onto the couch arm, leaning forward and letting my bottom hang over the edge once more. He spanks me smartly five more times. Tears spring in my eyes but thankfully don't roll down my face. I am a grown woman and won't sob over a short few smacks on ass.
On the last one, he leaves his hand there a moment and I finally relax, suppressing a sigh of relief. He lifts my dress to inspect my now pink and glowing behind, and plants a feather-light kiss above the curve as if apologizing.
Mr. Sunrise pulls my dress back down to cover me and smooths it across my lower half tenderly. Then, his hand is on my upper arm and I stand up to face him. I adjust the top of my dress and look up at him, resisting the urge to rub myself.
"Well sir, I think I did pretty good for my first ever spanking," I say with a sniffle and my best demure smile.
"Yes, you were such a good girl. Although if I ever need to punish you again, we'll have to work on keeping you in position," he chuckles.
We talk a little more, then I ask him where the restroom is. He points to a door past the couch. He turns and heads toward the sliding door to the balcony, so I head to my destination and close the door. There is a body length mirror on the back of it, so I take the opportunity to see the results of what just happened.
I gather the skirt of my dress one hand and look over my shoulder at my poor butt. It is redder than I thought it would be in the middle with some faint finger marks imprinted in my skin. My pussy is glistening with arousal. I touch the lips to feel that they are swollen. Finally, I smile at myself in the sink mirror as I wash my hands with a contented sigh. At least I was right, Mr. Sunrise IS an ass-man, and he seems to really enjoy mine.
I walk back out to the living room, and Mr. Sunrise pokes his head in to tell me to bring my mojito and join him out on the balcony. I follow and he slides the door closed behind me.
"How bold are you feeling today?" he asks as he sits on one of the cushioned wood chairs.
I reply, "Hmm...relatively" and turn up one side of my mouth in a smirk.
"Okay, I'll remember you said that! Stand in front of me, little fox," he says.
I step in front of him, my dress blowing in the breeze. He looks hungrily at my body. He reaches out to grab me by the waist and pull me to him. Instead of holding me like I thought he would, he pulls my dress to the floor, leaving me completely nude.
Without thinking, I step out of the discarded dress and make to ball it up and put it in front of me like Eve when lack of shame was taken from her and Adam. Mr. Sunrise, much quicker than I gave him credit for, swipes the thin material up and tucks it in the back of his belt.
