This short story is an entry in the 2001 Soc.Sexuality.Spanking Summer Short Story Contest and is copyright by the author and commercial use is prohibited without permission. Personal/private copies are permitted only if complete including the copyright notice. The author would appreciate your comments
Category: Adult
Married
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Fully clothed, we lay on the bed, and I kissed Jasmin's hands; then I touched her face, and teased her eyelids, cheeks and forehead with my lips. When her breathing picked up, I moved over to her mouth - tenderly at first, then deeper and more intensely.
We rolled over and my married lover was on top of me, hungrily devouring me with kisses. After a few moments of frenzied groping and probing, she pulled herself away enough so that I could undress her. After I removed my clothes I avidly worked on her with my mouth in her thick matted pubic area. When she whimpered I knew she was close. A few more minutes and she erupted in a rollicking climax.
I entered Jasmin, and the motel bed squeaked as I moved inside her. She relaxed her mouth. Her lips parted. The fullness of her lips in contrast to the whiteness of her teeth always struck me as beautiful. "Mmmmmm," I groaned, as I pressed my lips against hers. Our eyes met. Her expressive eyes told me that she enjoyed me. Her eyes looked at me with excitement and a hint of a smile. My orgasm arrived quickly and I repeatedly drove into her as each thrust brought forth an excited "Uh!" from her. After our breathing calmed down, I pulled out and she stood up.
Her Spanish eyes danced; she put her hands on her hips; her slender body appeared rock-solid.
"Get in position!" she ordered in a pouting tone.
Jasmin's passion seethed as I placed two pillows at the edge of the bed and bent over them and steeled myself for the forthcoming caning. She deals with the guilt by whipping ME after our lovemaking. Although I haven't figured that out, she has figured out that I will do this for her.
Jasmin counts the strokes as she administers. Slowly at first, she quickens the pace after ten to fifteen strokes. This episode followed the pattern fairly dependably - I dug my fingernails into the bedspread when she started the caning; as it continued and picked up, I writhed and she interspersed her counting with admonitions to be still as I asked her to stop. It got to the point where I could not stay in position any more, and got up. She always gives me ten or twenty more after that.
We got back on the bed after the addendum, her guilt assuaged. I fingered her creamy and aroused womanhood to another climax.
Then we left the key in the room and went back to work.
The End
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Reviews
Needy Wench <needywench(at)hotmail(dot)com>
What an original way to expunge the guilt! And such a lovely idea for a nooner! This story is well written, with all the intensity of a brief noon encounter, and the let down at the end, of leaving the key and returning to work. Makes me wish we could stay!
Simon <srb(at)imrryr(dot)demon(dot)co(dot)uk>
An interesting variant on the traditional lovers' spanking. The notion of spanking to relieve the guilt of adultery was a nice idea, and the story itself was well executed.