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wasn’t the little girl he kept calling her and was more than enough woman for him and his perverse pleasures. She hoped. She didn’t try to suppress her grin when his eyes widened in surprise as she draped herself over his hard thighs, but when he ran his palm slowly up her bare leg, lifting her skirt as he went, she had another moment of doubt.
    Turning her head to look back at him, she said uncertainly, “Uh, Brett, we’re out here in the open where anyone can see.”
    “Exactly, sweetheart,” he replied, confident she would balk at being so exposed and vulnerable, especially her first time for such an experience. At least, he hoped she would because he really didn’t like how badly he wanted to see her ass, how much he wanted to feel her soft, bare flesh under his hand.
    Shoring up her nerve, she simply replied, “Fine,” turned back around and waited with baited breath as he lifted her skirt up to her waist and slowly pulled her bikini panties down to her mid thighs. Against her will, a moan slid out of her mouth as the vulnerability of her position coupled with the erotic feel of having her buttocks literally on display, bare and available for whatever he wanted to do caused her desire to escalate. She couldn’t help but clench her cheeks when he started to knead them, anticipating that first slap.
    Brett smiled when Kayla shifted her hips and sucked in her breath to keep from moaning again as he continued to fondle her world class ass. Damn, but the girl was going to be hard to set aside after this little lesson. He was beginning to wonder if he was the one who was going to walk away from this learning lesson. Like don’t play with fire, you might get burned. And, she was definitely hot as fire.
    “Lie still,” he snapped, more irritated with himself than with her. She was anxious, which was okay, but her movements were weakening his resolve to stay detached enough to turn her loose when he was through dealing with her, a resolve he swore he was going to stick to.
    “Then quit tormenting me,” Kayla groaned as she stifled the urge to rub against his hard thighs until she exploded, relieving the ache his hands had built. God, she had never imagined her ass could be such an erogenous zone.
    “I haven’t started tormenting you yet, but since you’re so eager for me to do so…” He lifted his hand and brought it down on her right cheek, smacking her hard enough to have her gasping and to leave an enticing bright red imprint on her white flesh, but not hard enough to cause more than a slight sting. The outdoor lighting did an admirable job of not only working as bug repellents, but of casting enough light around the pit to give him a good look at his handiwork. Before she had time to recover from the shock of that first slap, he landed another, slightly harder one on her other cheek, leaving a matching red imprint that had his cock pressing uncomfortably against his zipper.
    The pain from that first slap surprised her enough to keep her still, but when it was followed so quickly by the second smack, this pain a little sharper, she shuddered with the impact those small blows had on her aroused senses. Her pussy swelled and dampened further, and as the sting on her ass waned, leaving behind tingling warmth and escalating arousal, she found herself lifting for the next slap, silently begging for more.
    Brett gave her what she had been asking for all night and was now practically pleading for and covered her quivering ass with a barrage of short, sharp slaps, one after another, raising a fast red blush which left her buttocks warm and her breath coming in gasps. She never responded the way he thought she would , Brett thought as the sight of her slipping her hand inside her halter to knead her breast shot his goal of giving her a taste of his reality to turn her away from focusing on him to hell. He slowed his hand, easing his strikes until he was barely tapping her warm, red buttocks.
    When he stopped