Page 19 of Shy Girls write it Better
Cassie
The whole breathing thing sounded like rocket science right about now.Speaking?Speaking was in the realm of operating an alien ship.Instead, Cassie did the one thing shecoulddo.
She got up.She turned around.She bent down and placed her hands on his mahogany desk.
“Good girl.”
Oh, god.Her skin tingled, she got goosebumps, as though a sudden gust of wind had frozen and warmed her bones all at once.
And all he’d done was say those two words.
What was this?Something beyond comprehension, beyond logic.Something she would have had no way to understand if she hadn’t stood there and experienced it.
“Now let’s get a few things clear, Cassie.This is crossing a lot of lines.However way you put it, this is intimate.Sensual.I want you to understand that you do not have to do this.Our friendship, your job, my help with your book – none of it is dependent on you letting me spank you right now.Are we clear?”
She nodded.
“Speak.”
Oh, fuck.Forcing any kind of sound past her throat was an effort, overwhelmed as she was, but she obeyed.
“Clear.”
“Good.If you want to stop, tell me.Instead, I’ll spank you until I deem the score settled.We can resolve this issue with farting cushions, laxatives, or other methods you’ll find tremendously embarrassing.Orwe can do this.It’s entirely up to you.”
Oh, no.Why did he give her a choice, when there was none?How could she accept, or refuse, for that matter?This already felt better than anything she’d ever experienced, but if she had to admit that she wanted more out loud, she was gonnadieof mortification.Never mind farting cushions,thiswas torture.
“I… I think we should do it.For…research purposes.For my book.”
That sounded genuine, right?
“I thought you might say that.Right, well, there’s two ways to go about this now, Ms.Franklin.We can keep this lovely dress where it is, or push it out of the way.In either case, I would consider my retribution accomplished.But if you intend to use this experience as research material… you may want to move it.For authenticity, of course.”
“Of course,” she repeated in a needy whisper.
First, there was an endless silence, utter stillness filled with tension, and then, his voice again.
“This makes us exactly what my mother accused us of being, Cassie.Friends with benefits.I don’t have the time to offer more.You understand that?”
That made her stop; she hadn’t even considered the possibility of more, but did that mean… would theydo it?Was he going to… Oh god.The very possibility blew her mind.
“I… Are we…”
“No, sweet.But even without fucking, this is sex.Don’t think otherwise.”
She pondered upon those words for a moment, but two seconds later there was no word, no thought, nothing in the world, except him.
She yelped, more in surprises than pain, when his hand slapped her right ass cheek, but no sooner had she registered the hit that he was running his palm in circles, soothing the sting.
This felt… this was…everything.
She felt him absolutely everywhere, against her clit, her hardening nipples, her inner core, tightening with need.
What thefuckwas this?Black magic?
“You have a lovely ass, Cassie.Round and firm… probably red.”
Slap.
