Kay, In the Hotel Room, with the Red Bottom (m/f) | 2016

It was our second night back together after being separated for a semester and by an ocean, and only the night after Kay, In The Study, with the Rug Burns. But the comment she'd made in the aftermath of that session had me fantasizing all day the next day.

One of the fantasies Kay and I had shared via green-screen computer terminal while separated was her wanting to explore being spanked prior to sex. Who was I to say no?

I picked Kay up on a Saturday evening -- early, because we wanted time before her curfew for extracurricular activities. I was disappointed to see her wearing a fairly shapeless dress that didn't particularly flatter her body. My mind had run wild with possibilities for her outfit that night, but like any 19 year-old manchild, my mind far outpaced reality. She hopped in the car, kissed me hard, and off we went to dinner. Or so I thought.

Five minutes after leaving her house, near a small market in her village, she told me to pull into a nearby parking lot. She kissed me on the cheek with a glint in her eye, grabbed her bag, and said, "I'll be right back." A few minutes later, she emerged from the market, looking very different. The shapeless dress was history. It had been replaced by a black shirt, plastered with a red heart graphic across the chest, that clung closely to her body's contours. She wore a short black and white A-line skirt, and what looked to be knee-high, white sheer stockings. I had to put my tongue back in my mouth. "What, see something you like?" she asked, and buckled back in with a smirk.

Fifteen minutes later, we pulled up in front of my favorite Italian restaurant in a nearby town. I don't remember what we ate, what we talked about, I barely remember the several glasses of wine we drank (thank God for European attitudes toward alcohol!). All I remember was staring at my girlfriend, counting the seconds till I could get her next door. The town had plenty of little, family-run hotels, and I had used some of my savings from working the entire school year to rent a room from one of them for the evening. Finally, I paid the bill, and we walked out. As soon as we got out of the restaurant, she grasped my hand, and pulled me into a doorway next to the restaurant. She kissed me long and hard, and pressed her body to mine. It took me only seconds to become hard as a rock, and she purred into my ear when she felt it and moved a hand to cover it. "Last night was SO amazing. And I can feel your cock. Are you going to take me upstairs and fuck me with it, Michael?" she asked in a throaty voice. I replied, "If you'll let us walk the 50 meters to the hotel I will." "Oh, sorry," she replied. "I know I have been SUCH a bad girl in the last day or so. I let some man fuck me on the floor of my father's study. Who does that?" She squeezed my cock , and I groaned. "Will you punish me Michael? I've been so very bad."

I couldn't believe these words were coming out her mouth. Little more than a year prior, this girl wouldn't talk to me after kissing me on a class trip. But who was I to fight it? I yanked her out of the doorway, virtually sprinted down the street to the hotel, checked in, and hopped on the small elevator. As soon as the doors closed, I jumped Kay, smothering her with kisses, running my hands all over her body, under her dress, tweaking her nipples, already hard and pushing through her shirt, rubbing her pussy through her panties, exposing its arousal. When the doors opened we ran to our room and continued, kissing, caressing, until she grabbed my right hand, placed it firmly on her ass, and said, "Spank me, Michael. Spank me and then fuck me." I pulled her over to the bed, then unfastened and unzipped her skirt. It fell to the floor, revealing a pair of soaking wet, white bikini panties. I sat down on the bed, and pulled her across my lap. "You have been SUCH a bad girl, Kay. How could you let a man fuck you, bare-assed, on the floor of your father's study!?" With that, I pulled her panties down, exposing her white, round, muscled bottom. I began to spank her slowly, intently, alternating cheeks and levels of strength. She began to whimper with each strike. Her bottom reddened, and her whimpers turned to cries. But these were not cries of pain -- she was getting off! I spanked a little harder, and a little faster. Her bottom got more and more pink. She spread her legs enough to give me a view of her pussy, and I could see it glistening. I stopped spanking her and inserted my middle finger deep inside her, and she moaned loudly. She began to thrash back and forth on my lap as I pushed my finger deeply inside of her and then removed it, repeating the process again and again. "Oh God, Mike, Oh God!!!" She shuddered, then lay there, recovering.

Then, without warning, she jumped off my lap, stripped her remaining clothes off, and jumped me. I got my own clothes off just in time for her to jump on top of me on the bed. "I am SO going to fuck you right now, Michael," she moaned at me, with bad intent in her eyes. She impaled herself on my cock and I watched as she gyrated back and forth, sliding up and down my cock. I ogled her body as it rose up above me, her firm breasts jutting out from her athlete's body. She just kept whispering, "Oh Michael, Oh Michael, Oh Michael." It was enough to give a man an ego :-) I enjoyed this for a while, taking turns fondling her breasts, smacking her ass, or just watching her face contort as she grew more aroused.

Then it was my turn. I flipped her over onto her back, and pushed her hips and thighs back until her legs were back by her ears. I lowered myself into her and penetrated her. She moaned loudly. I drove myself down into her again and again, holding her legs back. The view of her stocking-clad legs, high in the air, pinned back by her ears, drove me wild. We were both loving this position. I thrusted and withdrew, thrusted and withdrew, taking awesome pleasure in the sensation of drawing my cock all the way back to her entrance before shoving myself all the way back in. She moaned more and more loudly, and then began to shout, "You're hitting it! You're hitting it! Don't stop! You're hitting it!" Her shouts suddenly gave way to screams, and her body began to shake. This was my cue. I had been trying to hold back, but now I let go. I plunged into her, coming hard while thrusting 4, 5, 6 times. She screamed in pleasure, and yelled my name. I collapsed into her arms as she quivered.

After, we lay together, exhausted again, but at least this time in a bed with a down comforter and comfortable mattress, instead of in a heap on a carpet.

I wanted to stay there all night -- but I knew Kay's curfew was coming fast, and her father did NOT look kindly on any violations. If only he knew what we'd been up to! I nudged Kay, and said, "Sweetie, we gotta get moving." She said nothing. "Kay?" She smiled sleepily, and said, "That was so, so good, babe. You fuck me so well." She kissed me, smiled, and rolled out of bed to get dressed.

Five minutes later, we walked down the hall to the elevator. When the doors opened, she grabbed my hand, kissed me and said, "Next weekend, I want to go to the movies. I don't care what movie you pick. I just want to suck your cock in the dark."

The elevator doors closed, and my head began to spin.

Until next time.....