We stood like that for a moment, our eyes locked in a sort of visual embrace. It was an extremely erotic moment.
“You are hard. You are really, really big…and hard.”
“You’re naked…and beautiful,” I said, with a big smile.
“Are you going to spank me now?”
“Yes.” We had crossed the Rubicon.
She took my hand and she moved around the coffee table, and I placed her across my lap, my erection pinned by her waist. I took my right hand and gently rubbed her ass cheeks, squeezing and kneading them slightly. She instinctively parted her legs, giving me a wonderful view of both her openings.
I could have just looked at her naked little bottom, with her private parts exposed, all night. But now, the urge to spank her was overwhelming, and I landed my first blow. There was a loud SMACK, as my hand landed on her right cheek. She let out a little scream, which seemed more a reaction of surprise than of any pain. But she did not use the safe-word and I continued.
I started a slow rhythm of left, right, left, right. I kept them rather soft at first, and then gradually built up force. She squirmed, she kicked her legs, but she didn’t stop me. She began to make little sounds with each strike, that seemed to be a combination of pain and pleasure. With each smack, she wriggled and this had the effect of rubbing against my extremely hard, and now-sensitive, cock. I tried to focus on my ‘job’ and not on my cock.
After about a minute of this, I stopped and took my hand to rub her now-pink little buns. This had the effect of exposing her puckered little hole, and her glistening lips. She moaned with the touch of my hands, but her gyrations against my cock did not stop.
I began again, my hand coming down a bit harder. Since this was my first spanking experience, I was, in effect, learning as I went. I just kept at it, alternating between her sweet little buns. Her little grunts and sounds begin to get a bit louder.
It was then, that I realized her hand had moved between her legs, and she was rubbing herself as I spanked her. Her moaning increased, and her hips began to buck with each slap to her bare backside. As the pace of her hand increased, I stopped spanking her and began again to squeeze and rub her buns. Her hand now seemed to be attacking her pussy, and I could see she had two fingers buried deep inside herself. As her moans and bucking reached a new pace, I let my middle finger slip down between her legs, feeling her wetness.
She continued her frantic pace, and without really thinking, I slipped my wet digit upward and placed it at the opening of the little bumhole, dipping just the tip inside of her. I had not planned on this, but something just came over me. However, I seemed to have found a spot.
“Oh my God,” she started saying over and over again, as my finger slowly pushed into her ass.
Then she let out a sound that was almost animalistic, and bucked against my invading finger. This had the effect of pushing it a bit deeper into her. As my finger was now about halfway in her pulsating little hole, she groaned and said, “More!”