Promises to Keep (M/F; Shot, short story)

 

The moonlit forest was alive with the sounds of its nocturnal inhabitants. Mixed among them were moans of pain and pleasure that shouldn’t be there. Some diurnal, bipedal creatures were engaging in a noisy activity that involved no clothing, body entanglement, and the repeated swatting of an open palm across an upturned, writhing bottom.

Discarded haphazardly by the humans’ feet were two pairs of jeans, two shirts, one comfy pair of boxers, and a scandalously tiny thong.

A blanket was hastily set on a clearing between the towering pine trees, the boxer owner was seated on it, legs stretched in front of him, thighs raised slightly to act as a platform for the thong owner to lie across, so her shapely bottom was the highest point of her hourglass body.

The swats were hard enough, albeit at a very slow rate, to have fooled the inexperienced observer into thinking they were meant for punishment. As were her thorough writhing over his lap, and her loud moans.

In a particularly long interval between slaps, that may have been the result of too much infatuated kneading of the red bottom, the woman disentangled herself from her spanker to reorient herself between his thighs instead of across them. She took him in her mouth before any objection was raised. So, naturally, he didn’t raise any. He rather lay back, resting on his elbows, and let her mouth have the final say.

In an embarrassingly too brief a duration, the man tensed and shook in an avoidable climax. His skillful partner smirked around his erupting manhood; accepting his untimely gift not so graciously. Her small triumph against the bigger, stronger dominant man.

He saw the mischievous look in her eyes, and knew he should snap the emerging cockiness in the bud, but couldn’t muster the power to do so.

More embarrassing was his failure to keep his eyes open even after registering her lusty two-word request, “My turn?”

He heard it, intended to give her the biggest orgasm of her life (to reestablish his dominance if nothing else), and then immediately fell asleep.

Nursing milked-dry balls and a red right hand would do that to a man!

 

 

This is inspired by the Adult Game: Big Brother.

“Come on, Mom. A secretary? Really? Don’t tell me he spanks you too?”

“What Boss doesn’t, Max. It’s the only type of employment where you don’t get pay cuts for errors. Just a quick tap, tap, tap, and you’re good.”

“Mom, but you said he was a pervert.”

“I didn’t. Eric is just too… tactile. It comes naturally to him. And I’m not sure I’m okay with all these questions, young man. Don’t you have chores to do?”