“You’re not still mad at me?” I ask, turning off the computer before John sees what I’m looking at.
“No,” he shakes his head. “Jenny explained about the therapy and how she had to talk you into going along with it,” he says. “I’m really sorry for the things I said, Sara.” He’s still standing in the doorway but his eyes are on my wet pussy, which is getting wetter from his lustful stare. “What are you doing here?” he finally asks.
What am I doing here? Several answers rush through my brain. I’m watching videos of you playing burglar and tying up your wife, of my sister spanking me, and your son fucking his mother. But none of those come out of my mouth. My wet pussy wants him to do more than stare at it and I surprise myself with my answer.
“Being a bad girl,” I say, standing up and pulling my tank top over my head. John’s eyes widen at the sight of my jiggling breasts, or maybe it’s my use of the term bad girl. “Jenny told me what happens to bad girls, John,” I say as I unbutton his shirt and pull it from his shoulders.
“She did?” he asks, unable to believe that his wife told her sister about the spankings. “What did she say happens to bad girls?” he asks as he kicks off his shoes and starts unbuckling his pants.
“They get spanked,” I say quietly, looking at the excitement in his eyes. He clears his throat and swallows as he pulls his pants and underwear down.
“How bad have you been?” he asks, discarding the last of his clothing and sitting on the edge of the bed, his hard cock pointing straight up.
“Very bad,” I say as he takes my hand and tenderly lays me across his lap, trapping his hard cock between his stomach and my side. This is not the urgent, angry spanking that I witnessed in the video Jenny showed me. This is something completely different. Oh God! I’ve wanted this since I first saw the video.
“What did you do that was bad, Sara.” John asks as his hand caresses my round ass cheek. Oh, let me count how many ways I was bad…
“I lusted after my sister’s husband,” I answer. Slap! Ouch! Fuck! That hurt. I tense when he starts caressing the other cheek.
“Just lusted after him?” he asks.
“No. I sucked his cock and let him fuck me,” I answer. Slap! Damn!
“What else?” he asks, his hand resting on the first cheek again.
“I let my nephew fuck me,” I say, not getting all the words out before the slap comes. Slap! Slap! Slap! He alternates three more in quick succession.
“You’re a slut, Sara,” he says quietly. “Nothing but a fuck toy for your family.” Slap! Slap!
My ass is burning and my pussy is gushing juice onto his bare thigh. John’s cock is swelling against my side. I can’t wait for him to slam it into me. His finger grazes my wet pussy lips and I raise my ass up to meet it. Slap! Fuck! I drop back onto his lap.
“Say it Sara,” John snarls. “Tell me you’re a slut and a fuck toy!” he says, louder than before.
“I’m a slut!” I yell. Slap! Ouch! “And a fuck toy!” I add. Slap! Slap!
“Fuck me, John!” I yell. “Fuck your fuck toy slut!” I beg. Slap! Slap! Jesus Christ! My ass is on fire! So is my pussy! I’ve never felt anything like it. I need his cock!