Chapter 25

He stopped spanking altogether now, and shifting his position on the bed, I discovered I could feel hisinterest pressing up against my lower belly. In response, I hollowed my back, so that my belly was pressing down on his erection, and my bare ass pushed up invitingly against his hand.

He removed the hand, and I expected the smacking to resume, waiting with bit lip and bated breath. But it didn’t, and I was aware of a sense of let-down, actual disappointment. I wanted more, I realized—more contact, more him taking charge, his admonishing me physically.

Then I realized that that wasn’t quite correct. I didn’t want that—I neededit!

I shifted again in what was hopefully a provocative manner. This time the shaking hand returned, caressing my ass-cheeks eagerly, and now over further reaches of my ass: onto the sides, down to where the cheeks met the back of my thighs, and most especially in betweenthe cheeks.