“Before I leave,” Cody began, finishing the last of his breakfast and downing it with his third cup of coffee, “there’s a little something I have for you.”
Becky was still in her teal silk nightie, the one she’d bought especially for the trip, her nipples urgently pressing against the sensuous fabric. When Cash had rolled out of bed and straight into the shower she’d been somewhat disappointed, but it was the morning of the concert and she couldn’t begin to imagine the pressure he was feeling.
“What’s that?” she asked.
“As you know, tonight is the last show of a very long tour, and Texas Stadium is a place I’ve dreamed of performing in since I first picked up a guitar. My family will be there, a ton of friends and acquaintances, and it’s going to be a very late night.”
“Uh-huh,” Becky responded, not sure where the conversation was going.
“As you also know, I promised you a significant spanking, and I believe it was for all kinds of things, so many I can’t remember them all. Can you?”
Becky felt her face blush red, and wriggled in her chair.
“Um, not really,” she mumbled.
“I think the perfect beginning to this memorable day would be to put you over my knee, and give you the spanking you’ve been waiting for, the one you need,” he said firmly. “Once I leave here I won’t see you again until after the concert, and I think it would be very appropriate for you to carry a tender backside with you until then. What do you think?”
“Um, I, uh, think that would be kind of amazing,” she stammered softly.
“Excellent,” he smiled.
Standing up from the table, he took her hand, and leading her back to the bedroom, he settled himself on the mattress, resting his back against the tufted headboard, and gently pulled her across his lap.
“Cody,” she mumbled.
“Crawl forward,” he said firmly, ignoring the plea, knowing she’d murmured his name because she could think of nothing else to say. “Take a cuddle pillow.”
“A cuddle pillow? What’s a cuddle pillow?”
“Just what it sounds like. Grab a pillow to cuddle. Here,” he offered, grabbing a pillow alongside him and putting it in her reach. “Wrap your arms around it, and you can bury your head if you want.”
“Ooooh. Are you going to spank me that hard?”
“At the end, yes.”
She kicked her feet in protest, then wriggled as she pulled the pillow underneath her.
“I’m scared.”
“No, you’re not, well maybe a little bit, but you’re more excited than scared, and you do trust me, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t have to do this. I can stop right now if you want. This is your choice,” he declared. “Should I continue?”
“Aaarrggh…yes!” she exclaimed, not really understanding why she wanted the spanking so badly
“Yes, please,” he pressed. “We mustn’t forget our manners.”
“Oooh, yes, please.”
Running his hand across the silky, sensuous fabric, slithering it over her skin with his caress, he traced his fingertips to the hem and slowly pulled, gliding the material up to her waist, exposing her perfectly positioned posterior. Pausing, drinking in the sight, he visited his fingers between her legs.
“You’re already wet. Is it just the thought of what’s about to happen?”
“I d-don’t know,” she stammered.
Moving his hand back and lifting it in the air, he slapped down lightly, then continued with practiced ease.
Closing her eyes Becky let out a deep sigh, surrendering to the delightful, spicy spanking, surprised at the tenderness of his hand.
This isn’t bad at all. I don’t know why I was so worried. He spanked me much harder when I was wearing my jeans.
Smacking across the full range of her appreciative cheeks, he could feel her apprehension float away from her, like water vapor from a puddle on a hot summer day. Taking a moment to fondle and tenderly rub her pink skin, he touched between her pussy lips, finding a satisfying wetness.
“You do like this,” he remarked.
She squirmed in response, then giggled.
“Was that a laugh I just heard?” he asked indignantly.
“Sorry, I tried not to, it just sort of, came out.”
“I think it’s time to bring this up a notch,” he declared, and spanked her hard, three times on each cheek.
“Ow, that hurt.”
“So, that didn’t make you giggle then?” he asked, spanking her again in exactly the same manner.
“Ooooowww, no more giggling,” she promised urgently.
“Now I will spank you as I promised. That first round was just to warm you up. You didn’t think that was your punishment did you?”
“I, uh, I didn’t know,” she mewed.
“You do now,” he said sternly, and his hot hand fell with gusto, ricocheting from cheek to cheek, turning the baby rose glow into hot pink.
She squirmed and wriggled and kicked her feet, but his grasp was firm and steady. When her legs raised up, he calmly pushed them down, and on the one occasion her hand flew behind her for protection, he gently held it at bay, rubbing her skin for a moment before continuing.
When her gyrations had become significantly telling, and her ‘ouches’ and ‘ows’ were appropriately fervent, he stopped his work, and taking a deep breath, stared with satisfaction at her scarlet cheeks.
“We’re done,” he announced softly, stroking her tanned backside, then moving his hand between her legs, he slipped his fingers between her cunt lips.
“Sweet angel, you’re sopping,” he murmured, “come into my lap.”
Crawling backwards, she turned her body around to nestle next to him, and he kissed her forehead, waiting for her breathing to settle.
“How do you feel?” he asked.
“I’m not sure. So much,” she breathed.
“Tell me,” he insisted.
“Really close to you. Even closer than when we make love. It was more than I thought it would be, I mean, harder than what I expected, but I’m not sure I would have wanted less.”
“I know,” he replied.
“This is weird, but I’m starting to feel really calm.”
“But you still want me inside you,” he finished.
“SO much,” she replied kissing his chest.
Rolling her on her back, he laid on top of her, immediately snaking his way home, her moans mingling with his own groans of blissful pleasure. He rode her gently as he nibbled her nipples and devoured her breasts, his momentum gathering steam as his cock dictated. As their mutual moment loomed, he consumed her mouth as his cock consumed her hot cavern, their orgasmic cries muffled by their pressed lips, their bodies melting together until it was done. Resting on top of her, relishing her soft mounds against his chest, her arms around his back, their bellies pressed together, he remained motionless, not wanting to surrender the timeless magic. Finally raising up on to his elbows, he gazed into her mesmerizing indigo eyes.
“I absolutely adore you,” he whispered. “More than I know how to say.”
“Me too,” she breathed, a wave of emotion threatening to break.
He brushed his lips against hers, kissing softly.
“I just realized, for the first time in years and years I was so swept away I forgot to slip on a condom. I’m sorry. I can’t believe I did that.”
“It’s okay. I’m on the pill, and you were so careful about it before, I figured you always use one. To be honest, this is the first time I’ve had, I guess you’d call it, naked sex,” she smiled. “ It was heavenly. You make me feel like a virgin. Maybe I really am that innocent girl I was pretending to be.”
“Whether you are or you aren’t, it doesn’t matter. We’re both in something new, believe me,” he smiled.
“I do,” she sighed.
He felt himself slip out, and rolling on to his back, pulled her against his side.
“Tonight at the concert there’ll be a hostess in the box. Any time you want to come backstage, just tell her and she’ll arrange to bring you down.”
“Should I do that?” she asked. “Do you want me to, before the show is over, I mean.”
“I do. Halfway through the last song I want you to come and wait for me at the mouth of the tunnel. I want you to hear the encore from that vantage point, and I want you with me the moment I come off the stage. One of my security guys will come to the box and escort you down.”
Becky felt goosebumps travel across her skin.
“I can’t wait,” she declared. “I’m so excited to see you perform.”
“Honestly, Becky, I’m excited too. Excited that you’re going to be there.”
Leaning over, he kissed her again, slowly, warmly, softly, then groaned.
“What?” she asked.
“Unfortunately, I have to get myself ready to leave,” he sighed, “but if you need me, you call me. If you get my voicemail don’t worry, I’ll call you back the minute I can.”
“I don’t want to be a bother,” she replied. “I can’t begin to imagine what it must be like. The hours before a big concert must be so busy.”
“It’s all carefully managed, and it’s nothing I haven’t done a thousand times before, but tonight is special, possibly the highlight of my career,” he smiled, “and that you’re going to be there…well…how I feel is indefinable.”
“It’s like you said,” she breathed. “Fate.”
“Yes, has to be,” he said soberly, then stretched his body and sat up.
“What happens after the show?” she asked, staring up at tousled hair and naked chest, thinking he had never looked so handsome.
“First, you’ll be coming straight back to my dressing room with me, where I will have my way with you,” he grinned.
“Seriously?”
“Yes, seriously. You’ll wait while I have my shower, then I’ll come out and jump your bones.”
“I see. I’m glad I asked,” she giggled.
“Then we’ll go to the after show party. Everyone will be there, Sam of course, and Andrew, and the band, and a ton of other people. After a while everyone will separate off and go to different parties. Lenny, our drummer, always has the band party in his suite. It’s become a tradition.”
“You weren’t kidding when you said it would be a late night.”
“Usually I don’t attend many of these, but being the last show of the tour it’s a big deal.”
“Of course it is. A very big deal.”
“Then we’ll come back here, collapse, and sleep until whenever.”
“Wow. I’d better take it easy today or I’ll never survive,” she remarked.
“Do whatever you want, order whatever you want. A car will pick you up at 7:45. Since the three of you will be in a box you don’t have to worry about standing in a line. You’ll just be whisked away when the car arrives.”
“But, Cody, I, uh, have a problem,” she said solemnly.
“What?” he frowned.
“It’s really is a terrible situation,” she continued, her blue eyes staring up at him.
“What is it?” he pressed.
“It’s my butt, it’s stinging. How am I supposed to sit down today?”
“Oh, for pete’s sake,” he exclaimed. “Becky Turner, you are a very naughty girl. You really had me going there. I should spank you again, right now!”
“But you don’t have the time,” she giggled. “Oh well!”
“There’s always tomorrow,” he warned, “and I have an excellent memory.”
“Sorry, sorry. I take it all back.”
“Uh-huh. We’ll see about that,” he chuckled, climbing off the bed.
She watched him head into the bathroom, and moving on to her stomach, ran her hand across her scratchy, hot behind. He had spanked her soundly, but it was what she had wanted, and she hadn’t even realized just how much until she’d been laying in his arms.