I could see the glint in her eye and knew that she was about to take what she wanted. I was just sitting on the couch watching TV, not a care in the world, when she walked into the room. As I looked over I saw that she was wearing nothing but an old too-big shirt of mine, that was especially too big on her, and a pair of panties. The sight of her like that excited me as my mind imagined what was hidden under that shirt; the curve of her hips leading up and over her alluring abdomen and finally rounding out with two perfect pierced handfuls on her chest. My shorts started to get a bit of a bulge in them as my dick started to get hard and my eyes completed their journey upward and met hers and that’s when I knew this wasn’t about me.
Author: In_My_Ass
Bad Girl – A story I wrote for my SO as we are apart this summer (thoughts?)
From the moment that I did it, I knew I was in trouble, if only I knew how much.
He was sitting on his computer doing his normal things, but I wanted him. Since he wouldn't give me attention, even in my best bra, boy shorts, and longs striped socks. I started trying to become noticed. After making loud noises and shuffling things around loudly and going over and running my hands all over him he finally had enough. I turned around for a moment when I suddenly felt strong hands gripping my waist and growled in my ear was, "that's enough."
Next thing I know I am slung over his knees and my panties have been ripped off. Gasping at the first smack I realize what is happening… he is spanking me! The second smack connects to my other ass cheek and I struggle to hold in a yelp. I can feel the wetness running down my legs as he continues to spank me. There is a pause in the spanking, and my head has trouble recognizing what is going on as all I can focus on is the sensations I am feeling and the feeling of him taking complete control of me.