55

Sophie
I come home from the massage studio disappointed to find my toys have still not arrived. I’ve never been so impatient for a box to arrive in my life.
Joey calls. “Hey, baby. How was your day?” He’s called or texted every day this week, and every time my traitorous heart picks up speed.
He came to the studio once this week for another massage. I told him no happy ending because I wanted his back to improve, and he accepted that but insisted I’d already worked most of the pain out the first time. I’m suddenly breathless, instantly turned on imagining him using them on me. “It was great. I, uh, ordered some toys.”
“Oh yeah?”
My heart beats like the wings of a little bird. “Yeah. For you to…um, spank me with.” My voice gets small.
“Mmm. I will look forward to that.”
“Joey?”
“Yeah?”
“Who else have you spanked?”
He’s quiet long enough that I think he’s not going to answer.
“I mean, I’m just curious.” I’m more than curious. I hunger for every last dirty detail. “Will you tell me about one?” I coax. “Maybe your first?”
A low laugh tells me Joey has caught on. Of all the men I’ve ever dated, he’s certainly the quickest on the uptake. Or maybe he just gets me.
“It was at the club.”
The club. I’m intrigued. I sprawl back on my bed, letting my fingers wander between my legs.
“What happened?”
“It was years ago-I was pretty young. One of the cocktail waitresses was caught stealing from the register. Sammy hauled her into my office.”
I listen, breath quickened, thighs squeezing together over my hand.
“Sammy asks me what we ought to do with her. You don’t steal from the LaTorre’s, you know? So firing her didn’t seem like enough. We had to send a message.”
“But we both were sort of stymied. If she were a guy, Sammy would’ve broken a few fingers without even asking me what I thought. But she was a girl, and you don’t do that.”
“‘Should I bust the windows in her car?’ Sammy asks. That didn’t seem like such a great idea, considering she was probably stealing because she needed the money, and it would just make her more desperate. She wasn’t a bad employee, you know. But we couldn’t let it go unpunished. So then I had this idea. ‘We’ll give you a choice. You can bend over my desk and take your punishment,’ I told her. ‘Or we’ll turn you over to the cops.’
“She was already crying because she thought Sammy was going to rip her fingernails off, so she was happy to just get a spanking. Sammy takes off his belt. I give him a nod, and he starts spanking her. He’s not very good at it. Not that I’d ever had any practice, but even sitting behind the desk, I can tell he’s just hitting the same side over and over again and ignoring the other cheek.”
I hold the phone away from my face, so he can’t hear my breath, which has turned to panting as I near orgasm. My fingers work my clit, rubbing and undulating as I imagine the scene.
“So I’m coaching him-‘hit both sides, no, now the other side.’ I have this sense it should go slower-I don’t know why-to give her time to really feel her predicament, I guess. So I tell him to slow down. I watch her face. Sammy is giving me looks, waiting for me to say enough. I hold up my finger. There’s a point when someone breaks. Same as beating a guy on the street, just different because it’s a female, and they cry sooner. You wait till they stop looking stubborn, till they stop holding back. You wait until-” he breaks off, and I try to swallow my gasps.
“Did you just come?”
“Yeah,” I admit, out of breath. I give a short bark of laughter. “Is that weird?”
“No.” His voice is rough. “I just wish I were with you.”
I pull my hand out of my panties and pinch my own nipples through my T-shirt. “You could come over…”
“Be right there.”
Jesus. Something is seriously wrong with me. I should not be getting off hearing about some cocktail waitress’s punishment. Except it was seriously hot.
Bad boys can be exciting… don’t you think?
He was right. That was definitely part of the appeal with him. He isn’t the safe guy. The one I could bring home to my mother if she still lived here. He’s the bad boy.
He breaks the rules. Breaks the law. Gets a little rough.
I imagine Joey letting me watch him spank one of the cocktail waitresses or being one of the employees getting spanked by Sammy with Joey watching.
By the time Joey arrives, I’m two strokes away from another orgasm. He strides into the room, looking every inch the badass he is. “I thought I told you to keep that front door locked,” he growls.
I sit up in the bed, alert to the possibility he’s serious. “Sorry?”
A twitch of his lip gives him away. “Do you need me to help you remember?”
“No, sir.”
He smiles a slow, dangerous smile. “Come here, beautiful.” He crooks a finger. “I’m going to teach you a lesson.”
I crawl off the bed and approach, trying to figure out how I can call the whole thing off. As if there’s an audience I don’t want to hear, I whisper, “I didn’t really want, I mean-”
He snakes an arm around my waist and pulls my body up against his, smirking down at me and lifting his brows. “You didn’t want a spanking?”
I give a tiny shake of my head. “No?”
“I think you do.” He brushes his lips over my temple. “I think you want the spanking, but you’re just a little scared. Maybe a little embarrassed.” He nips at my neck. “Am I right?”
Joey
Sophie’s nipples poke through the thin cotton of her worn t-shirt, which is the only thing she’s wearing besides a pair of see-thru black lace panties. She lifts her pale green gaze and gives a tiny nod. I feel a surge of protectiveness at her vulnerability. Giving her my warmest smile, I promise, “You can trust me, Soph.”
“Do I get a safe word or something?”
“Sure, if you want. But I’ll pay attention. Do you believe that?”
The corners of her mouth tilt up, and she nods.
“Bend over the bed, naughty girl.”
She casts me a pleading look but obediently turns and folds her torso over the bed. It’s so fucking cute.
I take my time peeling the lacey panties down to her thighs, admiring the tight lean muscles of her ass and thighs.
I slap her ass lightly a few times then pick up the intensity, enjoying the sound of her gasps and the way her hips dance about to assuage the pain. I keep the pace slow enough for her to stay in control, only using a bit of my strength. When I sense she’s growing agitated, I stop and rub her warm ass with my hand. She arches her low back and rocks her pelvis to present herself to me, sending any self-control I had up in flames. I rub my fingers between her legs, loving when one digit sinks into her sweet heat. Then two. And because I’m in control, I deliver a few more slaps with my free hand just to feel her need grip my fingers.
She moans, making my cock strain wildly against my pants. I free my erection and push into her while reaching my hand around the front of her pelvis to rub her clit. She orgasms immediately, so I press deeply inside her until the clench of her muscles around my cock cease, and her body relaxes.
“Turn around, baby.” I pull out.
She makes a protesting sound when my cock leaves her but obediently turns around. I pick her legs up to bring her feet to my shoulders, tearing the panties off her legs and biting her calf as my eager cock seeks her entrance. Finding it, I slide in without assistance and begin to pump slowly, relishing the feel of her tight channel.
“So hot,” I murmur as she pulls up her thin T-shirt and pinches her own nipples. She undulates her hips, giving my balls a delicious rub every time they flatten against her. “Oh, God, Sophie, yeah,” I groan, gripping her thighs and hauling her closer. “You are so. Fucking. Hot right now.”
“Yes,” she moans, and I lose all control, coming all too soon, but wringing out every last bit of satisfaction, so when I finish coming, I’m dizzy with completion.
“Whoa.” I topple down beside her, lost in the sensation of pleasure and gratitude. “You are amazing.”
“Mmm.” Her hands stroke over my chest.
“You have about ninety minutes to stop that,” I joke.
“Oh yeah?” She climbs over me, sliding her palms over my muscles with practiced expertise.
I melt into the bed, my eyes closed in ecstasy. “Was that what a masseuse does, then?” I tease, earning a nipple pinch before she massages me straight into the deepest, most relaxed sleep of my life.