Bound, Spanked and Loved: Fourteen Kinky Valentine's Day Stories (7 page)

I pressed my face into the couch, thinking how easily I could have had a better week. It wasn’t painful to clean my bathroom and kitchen. No, it made me feel great when I was finished and everything looked nice again. I felt great when all my finances were in order. I felt great when I had my shit together.

This spanking, on the other hand, did not feel great. My initial arousal had fled in the face of his continued onslaught. When my ass started to feel numb, he moved to my thighs, spanking the sensitive area just below my cheeks. When I kicked, he pressed my legs back into position and continued on.

“I’m sorry,” I wailed. “I’m so sorry.”

“I’m sure you’re sorry. I’m sure you wish now that you’d done things differently. Maybe this upcoming week you
will
do things differently, so we don’t have to repeat this again.”

“I will, I swear!”

I meant it. I didn’t want to repeat this again. I wanted the sexy, hot spanking that hurt like hell, but also made me horny. This spanking just plain hurt...

“And you need to eat healthier,” he said, picking up the hairbrush again. “Do you know why?”

Whack!

I squealed. “Because I need vitamins! I need...good health...” I was just spitting stuff out because the hairbrush was Satan and he was slaughtering my ass.

“Yes,” he agreed. “You need good health. You need vegetables and vitamins and whole foods.”

“Ow, I can’t take it—”

I almost reached back. I almost did. He made a sound that stopped me and instead I used my hands to cover my face. Another spank with the hairbrush. My toes left the floor, kicking up.

“It hurts so bad,” I sobbed.

“It hurts me when you don’t take care of yourself, because I care about you, and I want you to care about yourself.”

He cared about me.
Did I care about me? Sometimes, but I could do better. The hairbrush pummeled me, hot, constant torture. My toes strained to stay on the floor because I’d been bad, and I wanted to be good, and he
cared
. Another sob burst out of me, and I realized I was actually crying, that I’d been crying for a while. There were tears on my face, squeezing from my eyes, but now the floodgates opened and I started bawling.

The spanking didn’t stop, but I let all the tears and sobs spill out, like the hairbrush had smacked them right out of my body.

“It’s okay to cry,” he said, “but it’s not going to make me go any easier on you.”

Whack. Owww!

“I’m spanking you like this because I want you to be happy and healthy, and live a productive life. I’m spanking you for your own good. Do you understand that?”

I nodded and bawled and choked out some more sorrys. The louder I cried, the harder he spanked me, but I deserved it, and I kept my toes on the floor without any trouble after that.

He gave me one more round with his hand, a dozen spanks or so, and then a dozen more cracks with the hairbrush while I shuddered and cried. Finally, I saw him lay the hairbrush down on the couch. He ran a hand over my ass. My cheeks felt so hot, so fiery hot, I was amazed he could touch them without burning himself.

“Okay,” he said, and some of the sternness was gone. “Have you learned your lesson?”

“Yes, Sir,” I cried.

He pulled me into his lap and wrapped his arms around me. My ass was sore and throbbing, but he made me sit on his hard thighs anyway, with my panties still down, and my skirt still up. My pussy was wet, as wet as ever, and my cheeks were wet, and I was getting wetness all over his nice clothes, but he didn’t complain.

“Okay, Christine,” he said gently, taking my face in his hands. “You’ll be a better girl now, won’t you?”

“Yes. Oh yes, Sir.”

My nose was running and I couldn’t stop sniffling. I was a mess. He pulled me close and I melted against him, shifting on my aching ass every now and again. He stroked my back and smoothed my hair while I pressed my tearful face into his neck the way I’d dreamed. In my fantasies, I hadn’t thought about how his stubble would feel when I brushed against it, the subtle scratch of his half-day’s growth. I liked it. I hadn’t thought about the muted scent of his cologne either. From now on, they would be part of my dreams too.

“That was nice,” I whispered when I felt calmer. “Really nice.”

“Was it?” I felt him chuckle against my ear as he ran a hand up my arm. “You seemed a little upset at the end.”

“That was the point, for me to cry. It felt bad, but it also felt good. It felt...cathartic.” I leaned back to gaze up at him shyly. “And it felt nice when you said you cared about me.”

“I do care about you. It was hard for me to make you cry.” He studied me thoughtfully. “I liked it, but I didn’t
like
it.”

I laughed through lingering tears. “I know what you mean. It’s that whole ‘this is going to hurt me more than it hurts you’ thing.” I reached to touch his face, staring into his gorgeous blue eyes. “Thank you for going there with me. Thanks for making it work.”

He grimaced. “I’m kind of scared to hear where we’re going next. If it gets any more intense than this...”

The word
intense
resonated between us. I’d never felt such an intense connection to anyone, not to any man in my life.

“Mateo,” I said. “I’m falling for you. I’m falling hard.”

“I’m happy to hear that. I fell for you a couple sessions back.” He moved me a little, and fished his phone out of his back pocket. He brought up his Messages screen and showed me my number in his contacts. I was listed as “Heart Shaped.”

“Heart Shaped?” I asked. “Like, heart shaped ass?”

“You have one, you know. It’s gorgeous.” He sobered as he threw his phone down beside my hairbrush. “But you’re heart shaped all around. You’re cheerful and you feed me delicious food, and you make me happy. You let me spank you.” He touched my still-damp cheeks. “You let me spank you until you cry. That’s really, really...”

“Intense.” A flush rose in my cheeks. My pussy nudged me. Maybe it was fist-pumping. “I have an idea where we can go next,” I said. “How do you feel about...”

I lost my nerve. He squeezed me, and I felt it everywhere, all the way to my heart. “How do I feel about what?” he asked.

“How do you feel about sex on the
third
date?”

He pretended to consider a moment. His hand tightened on my waist. “I’ll have sex on the third date, if I really care about the girl. And if she has a freshly spanked butt, even better.”

“I have a freshly spanked butt,” I murmured, shifting on his lap.

He stood, lifting me and helping me put my dress and panties to rights. After that, he gathered me against him. I felt tiny and delicate and desirable, even though I usually felt like none of those things.

“Oh, I like you,” I said, clinging to his neck. “I really like you.”

“Maybe you can put my real name in your phone then,” he rumbled, arching one of his brows.

I thought about that as he carried me into the bedroom. “I like the names we have now. They’re very fitting.”

He slid a hand under my skirt and smacked my ass with one of his slab hands as he dropped me on the bed. I yelped because I was still pretty sore, and then I ogled him as he pulled his sweater over his head. His hands went to his fly and I sat there gawking at him, waiting to see the rest of his perfection. He gave me a pointed look.

“I’ve been waiting three dates for this, Heart Shaped. I suggest you take off your clothes.”

I tried, but I stalled with my dress over my head, because that happened to be the moment he dropped his pants and shoved down his boxer briefs. His cock was magnificent. Huge. Hard, just like the rest of his body.

“Oh, God,” I choked. I lost my balance and toppled over with my dress still stuck on my arms. But seriously, how was I supposed to stay upright when I was confronted with something as masculine and sexy as that spectacular cock?

“I can’t,” I said. “You’re just...” I lay on the bed, blinking up at him. “I’ve either died or fainted.”

He reached out and righted me, and helped pull my dress the rest of the way off. “You’re easily impressed.”

“I’m not. You’re just really impressive.”

“I haven’t even started yet.”

Ohhh...
He took me in his arms and stripped off my bra and panties since I’d lost the ability to operate my limbs. He was so patient and warm and encompassing, and as he pushed me back on the bed, I returned to reality and pressed myself against him.

“I need you. I really need you,” I begged. “Uh, do you have a condom?”

“I’m happy you asked.”

He already had one in his hand. Apparently he’d been planning for sex on the third date all along, which meant he cared about me, and oh, I was falling in love with him. He cupped my breasts and then stroked my clit, and caught my gasps in his kisses. No more scolding, no more crying. No more spanking, at least for the moment. We were connecting on an even more intense plane.

“Please, now,” I whimpered at last, arching against him.

With deep, silent concentration, he positioned himself between my thighs and pressed inside me. All I could do was moan. It felt that good. No, good wasn’t adequate, not even close. Forget it. I’m not even going to try to come up with a word, because words could never express what it felt like for him to press his thick, hard cock inside my aching pussy while my ass was all warm and throbby in his squeezing hands.

“Oh, that’s perfect. That’s really wonderful,” I sighed. “You totally fit.”

He chuckled, and then gave a low growl as I squeezed on his cock. He fit in the best way, really tightly and invasively, deep, deep inside me. My annoyed and complaining pussy was finally replete.

He kissed my neck and licked behind my ear, and nibbled my ear lobe until I couldn’t think. Every time he thrust in me, I ground my clit against his pelvis. Every time he squeezed or pinched my sore cheeks, my arousal spiked to dangerous levels. He’d made me sore—made me break down and cry, and hurt so terribly. Now, he was driving me in the other direction, toward unbridled ecstasy.

“Hell on a stick,” I said. “I’m going to come.”

“Yes, you are.”

“Don’t let go of me.”

He held my ass tighter and moved into me like waves against a shore, rolling up and receding, washing over me. It felt like every good thing, like sunshine on my face in the summer, and hot chocolate when it was cold.

“You’re like chocolate,” I gasped as I sought my release.

“That good?”

“Better.”

My voice cut off as I teetered on the edge of climax, then my pussy clenched in an epic orgasm, on and on and on. Mateo held me tight and covered me from head to toe with his big, strong body. While I was gathered under him and against him, he surged inside me with a guttural groan.

I clutched at him. “Yes, yes!”

“Fuck yes,” he agreed, driving as deep inside as he could go. I held onto his neck, feeling his heart pound as he climaxed. If his orgasm was half as good as mine, he was in a heavenly place. I waited for him to come back to me, staring up at the strong profile of his jaw.

“Jesus, baby,” he sighed. He tilted his head down to kiss me, then moved a little to the side before he collapsed, so he wouldn’t crush me. Well, I wouldn’t have minded being crushed. But not being crushed was okay too.

“It feels nice to be inside you,” he said, gazing into my eyes. He smoothed back a lock of my hair. “Are you okay?”

I was more than okay. I was blissed out. When I didn’t answer, he started to pull away from me.

“Wait,” I said. “I don’t want you to go.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

And the way he said it, I knew he meant it as more than a cock and vagina thing. He meant that he was in my life now, and he cared about me, and we’d had third date sex, and maybe we’d even have tenth date anal. There was time to decide. The point was, he wasn’t going anywhere. I relaxed a little and let him go.

“What now?” I asked, when he returned from throwing away the condom. “What’s next for us on our spanking adventure?”

“How about a nice dinner?” he asked, stretching out beside me. “I mean, I made you
cry
.”

“I’d love to go to dinner with you, but my ass really hurts and restaurant chairs are hard.”

He grinned at me. “Beds are nice and soft for sore asses. Maybe some takeout?”

I grinned back. “You read my mind. Hey, do you have any more condoms with you?”

He reached down and grabbed his jeans, and pulled a whole wad of them from his pocket. Yeah, he was amazing. Definitely an overachiever. I grabbed his dark hair and pulled him close and kissed him so he knew I meant it.

I mean, hell. It was about time I had an overachiever in my life.

Chapter Five: Magic and Love

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V
alentine’s Day wasn’t really our one year anniversary, but it kind of felt like it, so we returned to the place it all began. Mateo slid an arm around me as we stood together on the upper floor of Santino’s Bar.

“Let’s see. You were hanging out here, if I remember correctly.”

I nodded. “And you were down there, breaking up a fight.”

We looked down together at the drunk, somewhat pathetic Valentine’s Day crowd. Unlike last year, he wasn’t working, and I wasn’t spying on him from the balcony. Even better, I was no longer lonely or horny.

Well, I was a little horny, but only in the nicest way.

“So why did you tell Sage that you wanted me to spank you?” he asked. “You didn’t even know her.”

“It just popped out. I looked at you, at your big, strong arms, and your slab hands...” I laced my fingers through his and squeezed his wonderful hands that spanked me all the time now. Yeah, he was still in my phone as Slab Hands, and I was still Heart Shaped when I texted him, and we were hearts all the time because we were in love like mad.

“I didn’t know she was going to go running down there to tell you,” I said. “I was shocked when she did.”

“I was glad when she told me. I’d had my eye on you all night.”

“Really?”

He’d never told me that before, but then, we hadn’t been back to Santino’s to drink and dance since we’d started dating. Now that he’d graduated and taken a job at a local engineering firm, he didn’t even work here anymore.