Page 50 of Can I Tell You Something?
I roll to my front and shuffle my pyjamas down my thighs.
“Here you go. Hit me with your best shot.”
“You’re not serious?” she laughs, nervously.
“I am. I won’t spank you unless you know what it’s like to spank me first.” I wiggle impatiently.
Hannah sits up and kneels beside me. “What’s your safe word?”
I like that she knows enough to ask. She might be shy on the surface but I know she has a wild side underneath just waiting to come out.
“I like the red, amber, green system. And right now I’m all green.”
She waits a few seconds, then gives me the most gentle of taps.
“Come on, you can do better than that.”
She giggles, holding her hands up to her chest. “I’m worried I’ll hurt you.”
“Look, you know I do squats, I’ve got a nice juicy ass. You won’t hurt me.”
She raises her hand, and I watch as she brings it down a little harder, but not enough to make it sting.
“I don’t know what I’m doing.”
“You’re overthinking it. Just open your palm nice and flat, raise your hand, and then spank upwards. So you get a nice jiggle.” Thecrackfills the room, followed by her gasp, then mine. “Better. Again.”
The next one stings a little as my skin heats up.
“Is that OK?”
“It’s great, you’re doing great. You can spank my thighs too, just not my lower back.”
She goes again, firmer this time, and I don’t know what’s turning me on more, the sensation, or seeing her confidence grow before my eyes.
“Why is that so hot?” she whispers.
“I don’t know how to explain it. But it’s making me fucking hard again.”
“You’re all pink.” She strokes softly over my ass, admiring her handiwork. “It’s kind of beautiful.”
“Do it again. See if you can leave a handprint.”
My girl likes a challenge, and before I know it, she’s reared back, smacked with all her might, then delivered a second blow immediately after. It feels fucking amazing and takes my breath away.
“Fuck, I’m so sorry,” she says, smoothing her hand over it then dropping her head to kiss my tender flesh. I breathe through my gritted teeth as the sting subsides. “More?”
“Oh, you’ve got a taste for it now?” I roll to my side and pull her down to kiss me. “Maybe let’s stop there, but you can let me know if you’re ready for me to try with you. No pressure, OK?”
She nods, but the way her bottom lip catches on her teeth tells me I won’t be waiting long.
I love how open she is, how responsive. My fingers find their way into her hair and I spend hours, minutes, seconds, I’ve no idea, stroking through the long strands that have fallen loose from her bun. Her eyes never leave mine, some unspoken conversation passing between us. Understanding, acceptance, love.
Fuck.
I love her.
This is insane. I just met her, but I know it’s true. I’ve never felt this way before. I felt it the moment I laid eyes on her, and the feeling only deepens the longer we stare into each other’s eyes.
