Page 64 of Stepping Up to the Plate

Another part of me, though, is intrigued. The idea of him laying me across his lap and bringing his hand down on my ass has me clenching my thighs together.

Sensing my dilemma, Brady wraps his hand around the back of my neck and pulls me into his lap for an all-consuming kiss. He nips at my bottom lip until I open and allow entry to his tongue. He flicks it inside my mouth, toying with my mine until I’m squirming on his lap. With his other hand, he grabs a handful of my ass and squeezes.

His lips trail down my jaw until he scrapes his teeth across the sensitive skin below my ear and whispers, “What do you say, Lola? Want to take your punishment like a good girl so I can make you scream my name in the middle of the day? If you’re loud enough we can wake Kent from his post-road trip nap.”

The idea adds enough levity to the situation to sway my decision. “Okay,” I agree.

“Yeah?” He pulls back, staring into my eyes. “You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. I don’t need to punish you to forgive you. I already have. But I’m not going to lie and say the idea of spanking you doesn’t have my dick rock hard.”

“I want to try. You’ll go easy on me, right? No bruises?”

“I would never hit you hard enough to bruise, baby. Your ass might be a little pink and tender for a minute, but tomorrow it will be as if it never happened. You have your safe word if you want to stop at any point.”

I nod and he gives me a salacious grin. “Let’s start by getting you naked. Strip. Now.”

I’m jarred at the abrupt change in his tone. He went from concerned to bossy in two seconds flat. I shiver at his sternness and it sets me into action. Quickly as I can, I pull off my shirt and shove my shorts and panties off, leaving me completely bare in front of him.

His gaze travels down my body before meeting my eyes. “Lay across my lap,” he instructs, patting his thigh. I carefully drape myself over him and his hand comes to the small of my back, rubbing circles. Sliding across my skin, he runs his hands over one ass cheek, then the other.

“It’s a count of six. That’s how many days it’s been since I’ve gotten to see this sexy body. Put your hands on the armrest and don’t move them. I don’t want to risk hitting them. Got it?”

I nod. “Words,” he insists with a quick slap to one cheek.

“Yes, sir,” I utter.

“Good girl,” he coos.

With no other preamble, he brings his palm down. I’m more shocked by the noise than the sensation. His hand leaves my ass and smacks the other cheek.

“Green?” he questions.

“Green,” I confirm. His hand comes down on each cheek again with quick succession and I moan when he rubs the sting. I try to push my thighs together to seek out friction, but he stops the motion, keeping them apart.

“I think someone is enjoying this. Do you like laying on my lap, Lola? Does me leaving handprints on your juicy ass turn you on?” Before I can answer, he trails his fingers between my legs and rubs my slit. “You don’t even have to use your words, doll. Your body is telling me for you.” He rubs faster, working me up before removing his fingers.

He laughs at the keening sound I make. “You’ve still got two more,” he reminds me before delivering two smacks harder than the others. I jolt forward a bit but braced against the armrest, I don’t move too far. He again rubs away the sting before toying with my swollen, arousal covered lips.

“God, I missed this pussy. I thought about it every night while I was away. Thought about how wet it gets for me. How tightly it grips my cock when I hit that spot you love,” he taunts, slipping his fingers inside to rub against my walls. I buck into this hand and he laughs. Laughs at my effort for more friction!

“Oh no, baby. This is a punishment. You get what I give you,” he says, sliding his finger back out and making slow circles around my clit. He keeps alternating between fingering me and rubbing light circles until I am positive I’m going to explode with need.

“Pleaseeeee, Brady,” I beg.

“Please what? You know you have to use your words. Tell me what you want. What you need.”

I moan as he applies marginally more pressure to my clit. “Fuck me, please.”

“Gladly,” he replies before sliding me off his lap and positioning me on my knees, chest pressed into the couch.

“This is going to be fast, baby,” he announces, rubbing his cock against my folds. “It’s been too long since I’ve been inside you. I know I won’t last long.”

“I don’t care, Brady. Fuck me. Please. Now!”

His chuckle at my desperation turns into a groan as he pushes inside me. With slow shallow thrusts, he lets me get used to his size before he withdraws further and slams back in.

“Fuck,” he shouts. “You feel incredible. Nothing has ever felt as right as being in your pussy. It’s perfect. You’re perfect.”

“Yes,” I scream. “More, please more!”

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