[MF] A Bad Girl At My Front Door

It was late on an autumn Saturday morning in the MidAtlantic, and I was cleaning my apartment. I was frustrated by its condition — and by the pointless fight I was in with my girlfriend, Alicia.

She was a 5’2”, 110-pound, brown-haired, blue-eyed Irish spitfire. Her spirit made for an adventurous relationship inside and outside the bedroom, but sometimes her spirit turned into a raging, angry banshee — sometimes for good reason, and like now, sometimes for no obvious reason.

On this particular Saturday, I was exhausted and angered by it, and was trying to find a productive outlet for my emotions.

I had just finished scrubbing my bathroom when the doorbell rang. I walked down the hall and peered through the peephole.

Alicia stood on the other side of the door, clad in a long coat. I hesitated to open the door, as I was not keen to engage the banshee again.

“I’m sorry,” she whimpered through the door. I melted and opened the door.

Alicia walked into my arms and buried her head into my chest. “I’m sorry about last night,” she said quietly.

Then, almost in a whisper, she said, “I’ve been a very bad girl.”

She shrugged off her coat. As it dropped to the floor, she stood wearing a black, spaghetti strap top that clung to her body. Below that, a plaid miniskirt showed off her curvaceous bottom and shapely legs.

Then, as she had done a few times before after throwing a tantrum, she looked at me and said, “I need to be punished. Will you punish me?” She took my hand, turned in the direction of my bedroom, and began to walk down the hall — then flipped up her skirt to flash me — revealing the pair of red, satin string bikini panties she purposefully wore only when she wanted me to deliver a serious spanking.

I was all in. I had a lot of frustration still built up, and the thought of expressing it on Alicia’s bare ass was, in that moment, tremendously appealing. — as was the thought of the intense makeup sex that usually followed.

I squeezed her hand tightly and took the lead, nearly dragging her to my bed. Once in my bedroom, I sat down on the edge of my bed and pulled her across my lap. I pulled her skirt up, paused briefly to admire the red panties stretched tautly across her ass, and then yanked them down.

I slapped her bottom once hard, then again, and a third time. She began to whimper. “Alicia, I am so tired of being your target. Bearing the brunt of your anger is one of the most unpleasant and stressful things I have ever encountered. Now you are going to get a taste of how it makes me feel.”

I smacked her bare bottom hard — just about as hard as I could. She yelped , and whimpered, and squirmed. I held her tightly with one arm, and continued spanking her with the other. I had really had it, and her butt was going to feel it by the time I was done. I spanked her again and again, and as I did, her butt turned a deep shade of pink all over.

Finally, after a long flurry of really hard spanks, she began to cry. “I’m soooorrrry, I’m so sorrryyyyy”, she cried, as tears fell. That was it — the signal that she was penitent, and that the spanking had done its job.

I let her up, and she stood in front of me, her face tear-streaked. She rubbed at her reddened bottom, grimaced, and bent over to pull her panties back up.

“Who told you to put those back on?”, I asked in a low voice. She looked at me, unsure of exactly who — her lover or her disciplinarian — was speaking to her.

I reached around her body to her ass, gripped it, and pulled her to me. I was sweaty, I probably smelled of 3 different cleaning products — but I wanted her in that moment.

I unzipped her skirt, which fell to the floor, leaving her naked from the waist down. “We’re not done yet,” I growled. I stood, took her face in my hands, and kissed her hard. Our tongues tussled, a sign of the intense passion between us.

I spun her around and pulled her shirt over her head. I cupped her breasts and squeezed them through the lacy, black demi-bra that was her last stitch of clothing. I found her nipples beneath the fabric and tweaked them as best I could. She moaned. I slipped my hands beneath the cups of her bra and felt her hot skin on my fingertips, her breasts swelling, her nipples hardening.

She cried out as I squeezed again. Then I spun her so she faced my bed, placed a hand on her back, and pushed her over so she leaned on the bed, her red, bare bottom pushed toward me. I dropped my shorts and boxers, and pushed myself into her. She gasped and moaned. She was hot, wet, swollen, and ready.

I moved within her, and her pussy gripped me, pulling me in until I felt buried inside her. We both groaned, and moved together. I withdrew, slammed into her, withdrew, and slammed into her again, and again, and again.

It was angry and intense and sensational. The vision of her deeply pink ass in front of me as I pounded into her drove me wild, as did her cries and moans and the sight of her hands clawing into the bed in front of her. I leaned forward, slid my hands beneath her, cupped and squeezed her breasts, then pulled back and smacked her ass. I leaned forward again and whispered, “You’ve been such a bad girl. I think I’m going to have to fuck you like this all night.”

“Ohhhhh, Goddddd,” she moaned. “I have been so bad. Fuck me hard until I learn to be better!’

I grabbed her hips, pulled her to me, and thrust hard into her. I pounded her pussy from behind again and again and again and again, and it was glorious. She was screaming, I was grunting, we were both covered in sweat, and her cries rose in tone and tempo.

“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!!” She yelled, and then began to scream “Oh God, Oh God, I’m cumming, I’m cumming, I’m cumming!!!” Her pussy clenched my cock, and suddenly I lost all control, exploding in my own orgasm, pulsing and thrusting four, five, six times. I collapsed on top of her, my pulse racing and my breath coming in rapid gasps.

For several minutes, we lay there, bent over the bed, gasping and covered in sweat.

Finally, I whispered, “I hate your temper, but I love the way we make up.”

She laughed. “I hate getting spanked so hard…except it usually means feeling you buried inside me later…and I fucking love that.”

Then she turned and looked at me with smoldering blue eyes. “Oh, and…I don’t think I’ve learned my lesson. I think you’re going to have to give me another, even harder lesson tomorrow.”

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