Spank You Later

ALISON TYLER

The text was simple enough. The words on the screen read: Spank you later.

I wondered for a moment if autocorrect had gotten the best of Daniel’s smartphone. But there was no way “see” had been turned to “spank.” And he wouldn’t have been “thanking” me for anything that I could think of. No, the text definitely read: Spank you later. I crossed my legs and shifted on my seat. Damn. I’d been focused on work, and now I couldn’t think straight. I wrote him back:

What’s that supposed to mean?

His response was almost instantaneous: What do you think it means?

I sat there staring in silence. Then I went outside with my phone and called Dan. He answered with a normal hello. He didn’t seem to find anything odd about the text he’d sent.

“Daniel…” I said. I didn’t want to have to ask. I wanted him to explain himself.

I could hear the warmth in his voice. He said, “Come to my house tonight. Wear a skirt. I’ll clear up everything then.”

I did exactly what he said. After work, I stripped out of my professional attire and chose a pretty, flirty mini. I wore a pair of thigh-high stockings, fixed my hair and makeup, and spritzed on my favorite perfume. Feeling fluttery to my very core, I drove to my boyfriend’s house. During the whole drive, I lost myself in thoughts of being spanked. By the time Daniel opened his door for me, I was awash in trembles. How had he known? That was my biggest query. How had he figured out that the spanking letters in Penthouse Variations were the ones that always made me wet? That I kept my treasured editions tucked under my mattress.

That’s exactly what had done me in. Daniel said, “Remember when I spent the night at your place a few weeks ago, and I helped you strip the bed?”

Oh, for the love of god. He’d found my back issues.

“While you were in the shower, I read the pages you’d marked. Every time I’ve come over, I’ve read a little more. I kept waiting for you to make the move, to tell me what you wanted. Then I got tired of waiting. Tonight, I thought we might bring one of those scenes to life.”

I swallowed hard. I shifted from one foot to the other. I waited for Daniel’s instruction.

“Now, if I remember correctly, the situations you seem most drawn to are the ones where the man bends the lady over his lap. Is that correct?”

I nodded.

“You’ll answer when I ask you a question,” he said, but he winked at me to soften the statement.

“Yes, Daniel.”

Immediately, he bent me over—as if he’d been putting girlfriends into proper spanking position for years. I found myself staring down at the floor, my long hair cascading toward the polished hardwood. I contemplated the fact that I’d read about this type of scenario often enough, but I’d never found myself upended before.

“Let me know if I’m doing this right,” Daniel said wryly, and he slowly lifted my skirt in the back. I could feel that he was hard, and that gave me a jolt of pleasure. As turned on as I was, it seemed that Daniel was at least equally so. When he had my skirt bunched up at the waist, he let one big hand rest on my panty-clad ass. “I think we should start slowly for the first time,” Daniel said. “I’ll give you ten. Then we can pause and see how you’re feeling.”

He started right away, spanking me with gusto, and he counted the blows out loud, ticking them off from one to ten. The spanking passed in a blur of bliss. All of my fantasies came true in those few seconds. But then the night got even better. When he was finished, I was breathless and wetter than I’d ever been. Daniel discovered this himself when he pulled down my panties and let his fingertips wander along the juicy split of my slick pussy lips.

“See, now that’s a shame,” Daniel said.

“What is?” I managed to whisper.

“Well, here I am spanking you, and you’ve gotten all kinds of turned on. I thought a punishment was supposed to mean something.”

“It did,” I babbled uselessly, focused on the way my hot bottom felt. “It did mean something.”

He laughed. “Apparently, it means you got turned on. We’ll have to try something a little more serious.” Suddenly, he was spanking me on my bare asscheeks, and a whole new world of intoxication erupted inside me. Yes, I’d been a fan of spanking tales for years, but the reality of having my own tail spanked was something both erotic and beautiful.

Daniel’s hand smacked back and forth—first on my left cheek, then my right, and then back again. He didn’t seem as cautious as he’d been at first, and my ass quickly took on a powerful, tingling sensation. That didn’t stop me from squirming my hips and grinding against his lap. My pussy felt as much on fire as my ass—but different—liquid fire, molten lava. I was all heated up inside. Daniel seemed to understand. He parted my thighs so that his fingertips could deliver lighter taps between. When he touched my clit, I cried out. When he rubbed that throbbing button, I climaxed in a tumultuous rush. I couldn’t remember ever coming like that before. The thrilling heat of my first spanking, combined with the way Daniel rotated his fingers on my clitoris, had me whimpering with pleasure across his lap.

As soon as the orgasm had crested, Daniel slid me over onto the mattress. He stood behind me and admired his handiwork. I looked over my shoulder at him as he said, “You have the most amazing ass. And it’s never looked as gorgeous as right now. Your rear end was simply made to be spanked.” He manhandled the smarting globes, commenting the whole time on how ripe and red they looked. “Like cherries,” he said. “I could bite one.”

To my delight, he did, bending to nip at my derriere. I squealed and rubbed at the love bite.

“Did you like your first spanking?” Daniel asked as he took his clothes off and joined me on the bed.

“Oh, yes.”

“Then tell me. Tell me everything.” As he spoke, he slid his cock inside me. I closed my eyes and let myself bask in the lusciousness of Daniel fucking me. Each thrust forward reminded me of the way his palm had felt on my bottom, how sexy I’d felt when he’d pulled down my panties. “Tell me,” Daniel said, and I could hear the yearning in his voice.

“I loved feeling your cock against me,” I told him, “pressing up against me while your hand flashed over and over on my ass. It hurt,” I continued, “but the hurt was swallowed up instantly by something else. Something better.” I found talking difficult based on the fucking Daniel was giving me. But I sensed he wanted me to keep describing the feelings, so I did my best.

“I can’t wait for you to spank me with other items,” I said. “Your belt. A paddle. A wooden spoon.” All the stories I’d read before came bubbling to life in my mind. I could imagine Daniel making every last one of my fantasies come true. “I can’t fucking wait,” I gushed.

Daniel groaned. I was clearly getting to him.

“When you come, shoot all over my ass,” I begged him. He helped me to climax one more time, and then he did what I asked, shooting all over my hot bottom, then rubbing the sticky juices into my burning skin.

We collapsed together on the bed, both of us mildly shocked by what we’d done—but definitely excited. We’d reached a new level in our relationship, and it was all thanks to my collection of dirty stories.