opening. Slowly, she lowered herself, feeling her body penetrated, full, ripe. He let go of her jiggling breasts in order to squeeze her fanny.
She rocked, pulling him in, letting him out. In. Out. He was deep inside her when he smacked her bottom. She squeaked and stopped moving.
"Don't stop."
His gaze was hot. She started rocking again.
Again he slapped her rear, but this time, she didn't stop moving. The sting added to her pleasure. "More."
He chuckled and gave her two more whacks. She moaned and moved faster on him, her cross tapping against her chest. He peppered her round butt with spanks, sometimes in counterpoint to her strokes, sometimes with musical rhythm. And the heat of her ass seemed to be directly connected to her pussy, making it hotter, wetter, closer to the pinnacle.
Almost there, she leaned on his chest, his powerful muscles bunching there as his jaw gritted. He was holding back. Holding back for her. His spanks were getting harder, but she didn't care. She loved the pain as much as the pleasure now.
A few more strokes a few more spanks and the world dilated before her, irising open and expanding all her senses. She gasped and called out his name, losing control.
His hips thrust up from the bed, his eyes tightly closed. She could feel him pulsing within her.
Panting together, she found herself lying atop him, hot and sweaty, the bed smelling of sex.
They rested there for several minutes.
He broke the spell first. "Thank you, li'l girl."
"Mmm. Thank you, too, big daddy."
Ace petted her sweat-straggled hair. "Don't call me daddy, sweetheart. The things I'm feeling for you right now are anything but daddy-like."
She snuggled against his side. "You're old enough."
"Maybe. But I'm not your daddy."
"You call me little girl."
He was quiet for a moment. "Now that you mention it, I s'pose I shouldn't ought to."
"I like it, Ace." She briefly considered that they'd only have a few more days together. She'd be his little girl for that long. Realization of the temporary nature of their relationship tightened her stomach. She pushed away the disturbing thought to focus on the moment.
Ace rose from the bed and went into the bathroom. The water ran as she lounged, almost boneless, in the big bed. Soon he returned and sat near her.
"Time for that spankin'."
"Spanking? Didn't you already spank me?"
He laughed. "That was for fun. I need to punish you for lyin'."
"You don't need to, Ace. I'm sorry I lied. I'll try not to do it again. Isn't that enough?"
"I accept your apology. No, it's not enough. And yeah, I need to. Your first spankin' obviously didn't teach you much of a lesson. I'm fixin' to drive the point home."
"Please? Let me off this once. Parole for good behavior."
He frowned at her, though there was a twinkle in his eyes. "You think good behavior is about us having sex?"
"Well...I wouldn't have put it that way, but yeah."
"Did you do it with that in mind?"
"No."
"I didn't think of it as payment to make up for the lie, either. So we still have an exchange to make. I spank you; you get spanked." He twirled a finger in the air. "Up on all fours."
A frisson slid up her back. She couldn't help but remember her previous punishment spanking. She had been floating in such a calm sea of pleasure. Being punished would take all that away.
"Do I have to?"
"You'll get more if you don't mind me."
She sighed as she shifted around. He was determined, and she couldn't deny that she'd earned it. He pressed her head down until her butt was up and her face was on the comforter.
"You're still a little pink from our play. I'm only gonna use my hand, but you'd better not lie to me again or I'll take a ridin' crop to your ass."
"Just get it over with."
He smacked her rump hard. "That's for being mouthy."
It hurt. "I'm sorry."
He knelt up beside her and whacked her ass several times. Heat bloomed there, and each spank was like a burning electric jolt through her body. She whimpered and after a dozen