The First Sublime Taste

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Slowly traveling his hands down to the small of her back, resting just above her beautiful, spankable bottom, he purred,

“Have you been a good girl?”

“Ooooh, Cody,” she moaned, convinced her knees would have buckled had he not been holding her so tightly.

“It’s a yes or no question,” he pressed.

“Then I’ll answer it twice, yes and no,” she replied, then buried her head into his shoulder, embarrassed by her furtive admittance that she wanted him to spank her.

“Soooo, what shall we do about the no part?” he asked softly, kissing her ear.

“I don’t, uh, I’m not, uh, whatever you think,” she stammered, feeling his growing hardness against her thigh, fanning the flames of the hot wetness between her legs.

“But, you already know what I think?”

“Uh-huh,” she responded, her voice a tiny whisper.

What Cody really wanted, was to take her to the bed he knew was behind the door at the back of the bus, slowly peel off her clothes, and explore every part of her, kiss every nook and cranny, then roll her over his lap and turn the skin of her luscious seat cheeks a delightful baby pink…

…but it was too soon.  He had to take his time, move slowly, and for the time being, allow her to dictate the pace.

“Are you going to?” she mewed.

“Spank you?”


“Of course, but not until you’re ready and you really want me to.”

I want you to right now, she silently cried.  I really do.

Nervously, she shifted her hands behind her, and taking his wrists, moved his fingers across her bottom.

“I am and I do,” she breathed.

Cody closed his eyes as his palms caressed the bounty of her backside.   Even through the denim of her jeans he could feel its full plumpness, and he squeezed gently, eliciting a short cry.

“Please,” she begged, “I’ve thought about it so much.”

“Just a little then,” he acquiesced, and surrendering to her plea, and his own wanton need, he led her down the aisle to the closed bedroom door.

“Place your elbows against the door and arch your back,” he whispered, leaning in and kissing her ear.

Lifting her arms, barely able to breathe, heart racing, she did as directed, resting her forearms against the cool, polished wood.

“A little higher,” he murmured.

As he watched her arms slide upward, he felt the deep, warm satisfaction of his dominant soul; she had just followed his first tiny step, in the dance that he believed would be their future.

“Arch your back,” he continued, and smiled as her gorgeous ass presented itself for his spanking hand.

“Legs a little further apart.”

Making her follow instructions, no matter how small, was part of his ritual, one she would come to know very well, and making her wait was fueling her anticipation and desire.  It would be a light, easy spanking, with two hard swats at the end.  He was walking a fine line; he didn’t want to scare her but he didn’t want to disappoint her either.

“Are you ready?” he asked, kissing her neck.

“Yes,” she whispered.

Stepping back, he ran his hand over the waiting, robust seat, tapped her right cheek for a moment, then slapped down.  He knew the denim was affording protection, and though she uttered a small cry, he knew it was related to the experience more than any sting she may have felt.  Not wanting to use an implement, he knew he had to deliver the smacks quickly in order for them to be truly felt, so landed half a dozen swats in quick succession, then paused.

“Did you feel that?” he breathed in her ear.

“I did,” she gasped.

“Are you ready for the other side?”

“Uh-huh” she managed.

He kissed her lightly, then stepping back, repeated the ritual, tapping first, then slapping down with rapid fire smacks.

“So, Becky?  Do you have any comment? Does your bottom sting a bit?” he asked softly.

“It does, more than I thought it would,” she breathed.

“I’m going to finish now, with two hard swats on each side, but only if you want me to,” he added.

“Ohhhh, Cody,” she moaned.  “I do.”

It was the answer he expected, and to add effect, he wrapped his arm around her middle, holding her tightly.  Her groans and a slight squirm told him the small act had delivered the desired effect, and moving his palm to the sensitive spot area at the base of her bottom, he smacked her with force, waited a moment, then smacked again.

“Owwww,” she wailed.

“Ready for the next two?” he asked, running his hand across the same area on the opposite side.

“Uh-huh,” she panted.

The two hard smacks were delivered in identical fashion, the first slap, a pause, then the second.  Taking her hands from the wall he turned her around and pulled her into him.

“It is customary to say thank you after a spanking,” he whispered, kissing her neck and gently rubbing her bottom.

“Thank you,” she breathed.  “Thank you, so much.”

He hugged her for a minute or two, then breaking away, cupped her chin in his hand, and tenderly brushed her lips with his.

“That was amazing,” she sighed.

“The kiss or the spanking?”


“Next time, regardless of the circumstances, I will bare your bottom,” he warned.

Becky felt her face flame red, but her mind was already racing forward.
I do hope so.  I really do hope so, oooh, I can’t wait!