A Backseat Blistering
The following is a sex/spanking story. Based on a true story with only a few secondary details changed to protect identities, and make for a smoother read. Taken from [https://atendermoon.wordpress.com/blog-2/](https://atendermoon.wordpress.com/blog-2/)
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A Backseat Blistering
Cameron drove with one hand on the steering wheel of his gray Toyota Prius, the other in Jessica’s lap, as he stroked back and forth with his thumb across the tops of her fingers. It was a mild October night in Redlands, California; the moon was bright, and the roads through the orchards were mostly empty. Jessica gave directions as they drove through her home town, looking for a secluded place that they could be undisturbed together.
Jessica, who was 27 years old, and in grad school, lived with her Aunt and Uncle in a small house in the rural end of town. When Cameron visited, it was hard for them to be alone, so they settled on his car as a bedroom on wheels. Cameron was three years older. Growing up in a conservative crowd, and not being much of a ladies man in his youth, parking in the dark with his girlfriend was a novel experience. They both enjoyed it. It made them feel that they were experiencing some youthful adventure that they had missed out on in their formative years.
In fact, both of them had limited sexual experience before they found each other. They often joked that their constant sneaking away to indulge their lusts was simply a making up for lost time. They grew up in religious homes, so there was an additional sense that their kissing, touching, spanking, and love-making was a sweet forbidden fruit. All of it was heightened by the deep bond that they had formed over the previous months. They had long, intimate talks. They learned to dance together, laughed at each other’s jokes, and shared their creative endeavors. Cameron wrote songs, and sang in a way that melted her heart. She wrote poems, and read them aloud to him by candle light in the dark.
Cameron took great pleasure, and pride in his new-found love. Jessica originally caught his eye on the dance floor, on a Friday evening in June of that same year. She had big, deep down eyes, and an innocence in her smile that Cameron hadn’t seen in a woman in a very long time. Her high cheek bones, and small frame had him guessing that she must be of Chinese ancestry, perhaps mixed with European decent. Her blue dress fit her hour-glass frame exquisitely, and curved over her bottom, protruding out just enough to distract his attention from her beaming smile as he watched her dance.
As he drove through the orchards, he took a moment to remember the conversation that started it all. He walked to her, and asked her to dance. He found her beauty intimidating. But as they danced, and talked, he noticed a humility, and gentleness about her that put him at ease.
Cameron had come into his own, albeit much later in life than he preferred. Upon meeting, Jessica immediately took notice of his skillful, confident leading on the dance floor. He made her laugh, complemented her in subtle ways; and yet he seemed slightly aloof at times. It always left her wanting more. He had a mature, dapper appearance. He often looked the part of a swing dancer from a by-gone era: dressed immaculately in black slacks, suspenders, and bow-tie. She admired his broad shoulders, and sturdy frame, coupled with kind brown eyes, and short hair of the same color. His cologne sweetened the air between them as they danced – tantalizing her senses, and filling her with a nostalgia for a simpler time. A time, she imagined, that was long ago, when men were men, and love was more than a fleeting emotion.
Cameron pulled into their usual spot, along the curb of a dark, desolate street across from a couple of houses. It wasn’t a secret spot, exactly. But they had yet to see a soul so much as walk by in all the times they had been there. He parked, but left the car running so they could enjoy the air conditioning. Jessica felt butterflies in her stomach. She had been craving time alone with Cameron all week. In fact, just the day before she had shaved herself in preparation. She knew exactly how he liked it: almost bare, with a light patch of brown hair concealing her womanhood. She loved shaving for him. Not only did it make him rock hard when he slid off her panties; but it increased her chances of getting to feel his warm, skillful tongue licking her most intimate parts. That, in fact, was what she had been fantasizing about, all week long.
He unbuckled his seat belt, and leaned over toward her. She smiled in anticipation. He grabbed her thigh underneath her skirt with his left hand, squeezed it hungrily, as he kissed her cheek, letting his lips linger as he inhaled. His hands, and lips sent waves of pleasure through her body.
“Oh, hi there…” she teased.
Cameron chuckled, playfully planting kisses on her cheek. “Hello, miss Jessica. It’s good to see you again. Would you like to step into my office??”
“Yes, I would sir.” She was taking on a submissive tone that she knew would heighten his desire.
He gave her one more kiss, and reached down to her seatbelt. “Click.”
“Good girl,” he replied with mock condescension.
They smiled at each other knowingly, opened each of their doors, and headed for the back seat.
As Cameron got out of the car he looked to his left, and then to his right. The coast was still clear, he thought. Just to be sure, he scanned the neighborhood one more time. His gaze dropped to see his blushing, backseat princess, tying her hair into a pony tail, eagerly awaiting his entry.
Watching her put her hair up made Cameron’s manhood start to swell, as he opened the car door, and made his way inside. “Thank you for putting your hair up, miss Jessica. You are clearly learning to obey the rules.”
“I didn’t want to earn myself another spanking,” she replied with a pouty smile.
She was referring to the very first time she took him in her mouth. Cameron loved watching her lips sucked tight around the sensitive skin of his manhood. But her hair was getting in the way. He teased her that the next time she tried to pleasure him without putting her hair up, she would receive a punishment. She agreed to the arrangement, and then soon found herself bent over across her boyfriend’s lap, receiving 10 smacks on her bare butt.
“Silly girl…you’re gonna get a spanking no matter what you do,” he said, ominously, as he positioned himself on the drivers side of the backseat.
Jessica was tired of waiting. She leaned forward, and began to kiss him passionately. He could feel her warm breath on his face, coupled with her soft lips against his. His eyes closed, he reached behind her, and squeezed her butt cheeks with both hands. She let out a soft moan. He felt her hand move across his right thigh. She squeezed through his blue jeans, grabbing firmly onto his bulge. It was hard as a rock. She could hardly contain her excitement at the thought of soon feeling it inside of her.
He whispered into her ear. “You are a very bad girl! Touching my dick, like a dirty little whore.”
Cameron was speaking her language. Dirty talk made Jessica wet with excitement. “I can’t help it Sir…I guess I’m gonna have to get punished.”
Cameron could fill the tip of his dick becoming damp at the sound of those words. “Not to mention, you were late several times this past week. And you have been doing a terrible job, babysitting my children,” he said, now taking on a stern tone.
Jessica picked up on the impromptu role-play. She knew exactly what to do.
“That’s because you’re a bad parent, and your kids are shit heads!” she said in mock arrogance, still planting kisses on his smile. Jessica was a theatre buff. She loved the way that their sex life allowed her to tap into her dormant acting skills.
Cameron raised his voice slightly. “Excuse me, young lady? How dare you talk to me like that!”
Jessica pulled back, and bit her lip, looking at him like the naive, careless young lady she was pretending to be. “I’m sorry sir! I didn’t mean it! I mean…I wasn’t thinking…please don’t be mad at me??”
“I will give you a choice,” he said. “You can lose your job. Or you can go across my lap right now, and receive a severe spanking.”
She paused, and looked down for a moment. Cameron relished in the anticipation. “I’ll take the spanking Sir.” Jessica said, submissively. She draped herself over Cameron’s lap, lifted her skirt, and wiggled her butt, smiling back at him flirtatiously.
He responded with a hard smack on the bottom of her left cheek, still covered by her black laced panties. She let out a pouty moan, and put her head down into the seat.
“Don’t you dare think you can flirt your way out of this one, young lady. I am going to spank you good. I don’t care how cute your little butt might be.”
She wiggled again.
Cameron grabbed her at the waist, and pulled her body firmly against him. Jessica could feel his erection against her waist. It was such a bittersweet moment. His spankings hurt. But she knew that each punishing smack brought her closer to the sex she had been dreaming of all week.
He raised his hand into the air, and brought his flat palm down onto Jennifer’s left cheek once more. A muted “smack,” pierced the drone of the AC.
“Owwwww! That huuuurts!”
“Good. That means you are learning your lesson.” He landed three more smacks, relishing the movement of her butt as she began to deflect the sting by shifting in his lap.
He took a moment to admire the sight before him. He observed the perfect curvature of her bottom, not lacking in fullness, or firmness. Each of her cheeks curved distinctly into the crease in the middle of her black panties, which covered only half of her butt on each side. He felt beside himself with excitement. Before him was the very sight that had filled his mind’s eye, in the countless fantasies that he had about her before they began dating.
He gently stroked the exposed flesh on her left butt cheek, as he continued to lecture her. “Miss Jessica, you have been a very naughty girl this week. Not only were you neglectful of your duties, but I have a feeling that you wasted much of your time pleasuring yourself, while fantasizing about that sleazy boyfriend of yours. Am I right??”
Jessica nodded, turning her head to give him a mischievous smile.
“Your behavior is unacceptable, and as punishment I am going to spank you on your bare butt. And as soon as that’s over, you’ll get 10 more with the spatula.”
“Nooooooo, please, not that! I’ll be good I promise!”
“Any more begging, or resistance, and I will add more spanks. Is that understood?” His voice was firm, and convincing.
She looked up at him again, and pouted. “Ok, fine.”
“Good,” he said crisply. He reached into the seat pocket in front of him, and produced a wooden spatula. He placed it on the seat beside him.
“Ohhhhh, looks like someone came prepared!” she teased, stepping out of character.
He landed three quick, sharp smacks on her butt. “Don’t talk back, young lady. Just for that, you get three extra with the spatula.”
“You’re a jerk! I hate you!” she fired back.
Cameron responded with swift retribution. He grabbed her panties at the top of her waist, and yanked them down with one hand. She reached her hand back to reclaim her modesty; he grabbed it, and pinned it to her hip.
Jessica was becoming more aroused by his aggressiveness. She returned to her submissive tone. “No please! I’m sorry!!!”
Cameron raised his right hand, and slapped it down across her bare butt on the right side. Pausing, for less than a second, he did it again. And then again. With each smack, Jessica kicked her legs, and shifted in his lap. Her panties rolled up around her thighs, just below her bottom. “This spanking was really starting to hurt!”, she thought to herself. Methodically, he continued to spank, a few swats at a time to the left cheek, and then the right. She cried out, and pleaded for forgiveness, but it was no use.
Her butt was becoming red. Headlights coming in through the window from a passing car revealed a handprint on her left cheek.
Cameron caressed her, running his finger tips in in circles across her tender moon, then continued along the backs of her thighs. She began to breathe deeply, taking in his loving, gentle touch, and feeling the moisture increase between her thighs.
Cameron traced his finger tips along her left inner thigh, then up toward the crevass that separated her leg from her tender peach. Jessica sighed, desperately waiting for him to dip his finger into her wet, hungry sex.
And just as the thought occurred to her she was suddenly pierced by the warmth of his fingers, moving skillfully inside of her. She let out a long, breathy “ohhhhh,” as Cameron explored her, slowly probing her wetness with the tip of his second, and third finger.
“This is what happens to naughty sluts who can’t control themselves,” he admonished. “They end up with their panties down…then they get spanked, and fingered…or worse…” He continued to lecture, as he gently probed her sex.
Her breathing became ragged, as she spoke. “Ye-he-he-essss, sir,” she replied as she thrust her hips into his lap. Her voice took on a tone of desperation.”Punish me…it’s the only way I’ll ever learn.”
Cameron removed himself from inside her, and reached beside him to pick up the spatula. “It’s time for the rest of your spanking.”
She let our her signature pouty moan, looked up at him, and stuck her tongue out. With that he raised the spatula into the air, and brought three hard smacks down on her bottom. She kicked, and shifted even more than before, but Cameron had a firm hold at her waist, her right hand still pinned to her side.
“Those three didn’t count Jessica. Now you’re getting the ten I promised you. You are to count each one.”
“Yes, sir,” she replied, submissively.
He raised the implement about a foot above her exposed backside, and brought it down with a whipping motion, just a above her right thigh, making a sharp “crack” sound. He paused, and waited for her response.
“One, sir! I’m sorry I’ve been such a bad girl.”
Cameron was deligthed to hear the words of contrition she added to her counting. He decided to reward her. He laid the implement flat acoss her bottom, and held it with his thumb. He reached inside her with the tip of his middle finger. She was warm, and moist, perhaps a bit more than before. Jessica moaned. This strange dance between pain, and pleasure clouded her thinking, leaving her with nothing to do other than submit to Cameron’s lead. It was a sweet surrender.
Suddenly, her pleasure was rudely interrupted by the sharp sting of the spatula on her left cheek. It was harder than the first one.
“Two, sir! I’m sorry for being a…'”
“Smack!” The thrid stroke landed in the same spot as before.
“Three, sir! “I’m sorry….”
“Smack!” He was picking up the pace. Jessica did her best to get her line in. She knew her spanker would appreciate the effort.
“Four, sir! I’m sorry for….”
“Smack!!!” The fifth one landed on her right, the hardest one yet.
“Five, sir!”
“Smack!!!”
“Six, sir!! Baby, hold my hand, please?” She pleaded, as she looked up at him.
“Of course, my love.” Cameron replied, as he released her wrist, and placed her left hand at the small of her back. He laced his fingers in with hers. “Four more, ok sweetie?”
Jessica nodded. “Ok. I’ll be good, I promise.”
He brought down the seventh spank, dead center of her right cheek. She squeezed his hand, and pedaled her legs like a swimmer.
“Owwwww! Seven sir! I’m sorry!”
Smack!!! “Eight, sir! I’m sorry!”
He felt her grip tighten around his fingers. The ending was always the most painful. He thought of delivering the last two quickly, but that would be letting her off too easily. He placed the spatula down on her back. His hand reached down between her legs, and he ran his finger across the top of her slit, making a point not to enter her. She was now dripping onto his jeans.
“Sweetie, do you want your spanking to be over?”
She nodded, looking down at the seat beneath her.
“Then ask me for the rest,” he said sadistically, as he teased her with his fingers.
Jennifer sighed, and paused for a moment. “Please spank me some more, Cameron. I deserve it.”
With that, Cameron picked up the spatula and brought the hardest smack yet down on her right cheek, causing the handle to simultaneously slap across the left.
“Smack!!” She let out a sudden “ahhhhhhh” as she pushed her upper body up from the seat with her free hand. “Nine! I’m sorry!” She paused to catch her breath.
“Spank me harder sir!”
Cameron took great satisfaction in what he had just heard. She was taking it all as pleasure. Or perhaps, she was egging him on, hoping that it would lead to the kind of aggressive dicking that often brought her to orgasm. Either way, he had no intention of denying her.
He gave her the tenth spank, every bit as hard, and just above the same spot as the last. She kicked, and hissed, without saying a word. Cameron loved the way her new position increased the roundness of her butt cheeks, as they protruded upward, just a little more.
Another smack landed on her left cheek.
“Owwww! Hey! I thought we were stopping at ten, you big jerk!” she protested, as her voice broke into a chuckle.
“That’s cause you forgot to count, baby.”
“ohhhh! Sorry!” She replied, sounding genuinely apologetic.
She looked back at him and gave him a knowing smile. “I guess I have to get more then, since a forgot??” she said meekly, returning to her submissive demeanor.
Without a word, Cameron laid several hard swats on her already tender bottom: two on the left, two on the right…”
He paused, and lifted the spatula. “Three more…where do you want them? On the left or the right??”
She looked back at him in amusement. “I get a choice???”
“You get a choice,” he said matter of factly.
“Ummm…on the left. My right side was bruised from the last spanking y’–“
“OWWWW!” The first of three landed, as Cameron spoke. “A simple left, or right would have sufficed. I didn’t ask for your life story,”
Jessica laughed out loud, and Cameron’s sharade of dominance broke, as he smiled in turn. “Alright, two more. Hold still, naughty girl.”
Jessica bit her lip, and she grimaced in preparation.
“Smack!!!! Smack!!!” Cameron had brought down the hardest spanks of the evening.
“Ahhhhh! Fuck!!!” Jessica squeezed his hand hard, and kicked her legs, one last time. Cameron dropped the wretched utensil onto the floor, and began rubbing her bottom.
“Ohhhh, that was a hard spanking!,” she said, with a chuckle, as he released her hand from her back, and she let herself back down onto the seat.
“Well, you were a bad girl”
She sighed as she felt the soothing touch of his hand across her cheeks. His hand was warm from spanking her.
“Wait, did you just say the F-word?” he said, in an accusing tone.
Jessica stayed silent, not sure how to respond. She was sure he wouldn’t start spanking her again. Or would he??
Just then, she felt his fingers dip inside her once more. Somehow the spanking seemed to make her even more sensitive to his touch. “Ohhhhhhhh, Cameron,” she sighed.
He pushed in deeper, exploring her inner parts with his middle finger.
“Is that my punishment for cursing? Having my pussy penetrated?” she said, breathlessly.
“You’re learning, miss Jessica. I hope all of this teaches you a lesson. But I’m afraid your punishment is just beginning.”
“Ohhhhh, nooooo! I learned my lesson, I promise” she pleaded, softly, yet intensely.
“I’ll be the judge of that” replied, in a callous tone. He continued to probe her for several minutes longer, listening intently to her noises. Her moans heightened in pitch, and intensity, until finally it was time to give her what she wanted most.
Cameron withdrew his fingers. He grabbed onto her panties and slid them down to her knees. Jessica turned over, and rested her back against the car door. She locked eyes with him, panting expectantly. He reached into the seat pocket once more, and pulled out a condom.
Jessica smiled, and grabbed the condom out of his hand. She placed it between her teeth, and reached for his buldge. She squeezed. “Is this what I’m getting punished with, next, sir?” He nodded.
Jessica squeezed him again. He slid her panties all the way off, and hurriedly removed her skirt. He let both garments fall to the floor by the spatula. In turn, Jessica began to hastily unbuckle his belt. Clumsily, she unbuttoned his jeans, took hold of his zipper, and brought it down quickly. His manhood popped forward, revealing the wetness at the tip that had soaked through his dark blue boxers. She stroked him, and smiled, the condom still held gently between her teeth. He grabbed her head with both hands, and began kissing her cheek. He could feel his pants and boxers sliding down his thighs. Jessica tore open the condom, and rolled it onto his pulsing erection.
His pants were now at his knees as he inched closer to her. She spread her thighs apart slightly, and made a “come hither” motion with her right index finger.
He leaned in, and whispered to her. “You’re such a naughty girl, aren’t you Jessica…”
Before she could respond, she felt the tip of his manhood pierce the opening of her sex. It began moving up and down, along her slit.
She moaned with a smile, now closing her eyes. “Ohhhhhh, you’re the worst….”
“Do you want me to go inside you?” he teased, sadistically. He picked up the speed of his movement, tracing her opening with his penis, as he moved it with his hand.
Her breathing became ragged. “Ye-he-he-sss, please…” She reached behind, and double fisted his butt cheeks. She tried to pull him inside, but her strength was no match for his.
“And, why, miss Jessica…do you want me to penetrate you?”
She paused briefly, before speaking. “Because….I am a dirty, naughty, whore!” she replied, obediently.
“I’m sorry, I can’t hear you,” he taunted.
She raised her voice. “Because…I am your dirty, naugt-‘”
Before she could finish her words she felt him slide deeply into her, filling her up from the inside, as she tilted her head back, and moaned beneath her breath. Cameron was now pressed up against her, as he moved in, and out, relishing in the warmth, and the slippery wetness of her fuzzy peach.
“Yes, love. You are a dirty slut, and that is why I love you…one reason, among many.” He could hear her moans increase in their pitch, and intensity, as he spoke his words of mock degradation. He thrusted with increasing vigor, gaining steam from the scandalous noises that came from his eager princess. They moved together, as if dancing in tandem, again, and again, for the better part of an hour. It seemed like only minutes. Cameron was now thrusting into her aggressively.
“Ohhhh…I am really getting punished good tonight!” She spoke in a helpless tone of voice, her head tilted back against the door.
“Yes, my love. This is what happens to you when you misbehave.”
“Cameron….” her voice became breathless
“Yes?”
“May I pleeeeease cum???”
He made her wait, before giving his reply. “Yes…you may.” He kissed her lips. Jessica removed her hands from his butt, and reached down to her clitoris with her right hand. She began to touch herself, as he continued to pleasure her from the inside.
Her noises became louder, and Cameron looked down in amazement at the sight of their glorious union. Her nipples were protruding through her pink blouse, while her fingers worked furiously above the small patch of brown hair between her legs.
Her voice crescendoed once more. Cameron began looking outside the window, fearing that someone passing by might hear. He could see through the fog on the glass, nothing but a desolate street.
“OHHHH, I am sooooo close, baby!” Jessica confessed, breaking his concentration.
“I am too, sweetie…go ahead…cum for me. Do it like the naughty girl that you are!”
And with that Jessica’s moans climaxed to their highest pitch yet, and she cried out, “OHHHH, baby, I’m cu-hu-hu-mmminnnng!”
Cameron felt the pulsing of her lips, and finally lost all control. He let out a loud, falsetto cry, as he felt his milky load spill into his shuddering princess. They wrapped their arms around each other, and held tightly, as they took a moment to bask in the bliss of their mutual climax.
After a few moments, Cameron re-gained his composure. He kissed her forehead, and smiled. “Good girl.”
They repositioned, and he pulled Jessica onto his lap, as he sat himself back in the left seat. Cameron’s pants were still around his knees, now falling closer to his ankles. She was naked from the waist down. They held each other affectionately.. She reached for his penis, still covered by his condom, enlarged, but no longer fully erect. She began to stroke it gently.
“You came inside me…”
“I was wearing a condom, sweetie.”
“Yah, but you didn’t pull out. That’s not very responsible,” she scolded him softly.
“Ohhh I see. I’m sorry baby. Does that mean I get a spanking next time????”
Jessica smiled, and kissed his lips. “Yes, Cameron. I think that would be most appropriate.”
“Well, then…I guess I’ll keep the spatula in the back seat.”
“Good boy. I can’t wait to get you back. I’m gonna beat…your…ass!” she said, giggling sadistically.
He squeezed her tightly. “I love you too, baby. Now let’s get you home before your people start to worry.”
Taken from [https://atendermoon.wordpress.com/blog-2/](https://atendermoon.wordpress.com/blog-2/)
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A Backseat Blistering
Cameron drove with one hand on the steering wheel of his gray Toyota Prius, the other in Jessica’s lap, as he stroked back and forth with his thumb across the tops of her fingers. It was a mild October night in Redlands, California; the moon was bright, and the roads through the orchards were mostly empty. Jessica gave directions as they drove through her home town, looking for a secluded place that they could be undisturbed together.
Jessica, who was 27 years old, and in grad school, lived with her Aunt and Uncle in a small house in the rural end of town. When Cameron visited, it was hard for them to be alone, so they settled on his car as a bedroom on wheels. Cameron was three years older. Growing up in a conservative crowd, and not being much of a ladies man in his youth, parking in the dark with his girlfriend was a novel experience. They both enjoyed it. It made them feel that they were experiencing some youthful adventure that they had missed out on in their formative years.
In fact, both of them had limited sexual experience before they found each other. They often joked that their constant sneaking away to indulge their lusts was simply a making up for lost time. They grew up in religious homes, so there was an additional sense that their kissing, touching, spanking, and love-making was a sweet forbidden fruit. All of it was heightened by the deep bond that they had formed over the previous months. They had long, intimate talks. They learned to dance together, laughed at each other’s jokes, and shared their creative endeavors. Cameron wrote songs, and sang in a way that melted her heart. She wrote poems, and read them aloud to him by candle light in the dark.
Cameron took great pleasure, and pride in his new-found love. Jessica originally caught his eye on the dance floor, on a Friday evening in June of that same year. She had big, deep down eyes, and an innocence in her smile that Cameron hadn’t seen in a woman in a very long time. Her high cheek bones, and small frame had him guessing that she must be of Chinese ancestry, perhaps mixed with European decent. Her blue dress fit her hour-glass frame exquisitely, and curved over her bottom, protruding out just enough to distract his attention from her beaming smile as he watched her dance.
As he drove through the orchards, he took a moment to remember the conversation that started it all. He walked to her, and asked her to dance. He found her beauty intimidating. But as they danced, and talked, he noticed a humility, and gentleness about her that put him at ease.
Cameron had come into his own, albeit much later in life than he preferred. Upon meeting, Jessica immediately took notice of his skillful, confident leading on the dance floor. He made her laugh, complemented her in subtle ways; and yet he seemed slightly aloof at times. It always left her wanting more. He had a mature, dapper appearance. He often looked the part of a swing dancer from a by-gone era: dressed immaculately in black slacks, suspenders, and bow-tie. She admired his broad shoulders, and sturdy frame, coupled with kind brown eyes, and short hair of the same color. His cologne sweetened the air between them as they danced – tantalizing her senses, and filling her with a nostalgia for a simpler time. A time, she imagined, that was long ago, when men were men, and love was more than a fleeting emotion.
Cameron pulled into their usual spot, along the curb of a dark, desolate street across from a couple of houses. It wasn’t a secret spot, exactly. But they had yet to see a soul so much as walk by in all the times they had been there. He parked, but left the car running so they could enjoy the air conditioning. Jessica felt butterflies in her stomach. She had been craving time alone with Cameron all week. In fact, just the day before she had shaved herself in preparation. She knew exactly how he liked it: almost bare, with a light patch of brown hair concealing her womanhood. She loved shaving for him. Not only did it make him rock hard when he slid off her panties; but it increased her chances of getting to feel his warm, skillful tongue licking her most intimate parts. That, in fact, was what she had been fantasizing about, all week long.
He unbuckled his seat belt, and leaned over toward her. She smiled in anticipation. He grabbed her thigh underneath her skirt with his left hand, squeezed it hungrily, as he kissed her cheek, letting his lips linger as he inhaled. His hands, and lips sent waves of pleasure through her body.
“Oh, hi there…” she teased.
Cameron chuckled, playfully planting kisses on her cheek. “Hello, miss Jessica. It’s good to see you again. Would you like to step into my office??”
“Yes, I would sir.” She was taking on a submissive tone that she knew would heighten his desire.
He gave her one more kiss, and reached down to her seatbelt. “Click.”
“Good girl,” he replied with mock condescension.
They smiled at each other knowingly, opened each of their doors, and headed for the back seat.
As Cameron got out of the car he looked to his left, and then to his right. The coast was still clear, he thought. Just to be sure, he scanned the neighborhood one more time. His gaze dropped to see his blushing, backseat princess, tying her hair into a pony tail, eagerly awaiting his entry.
Watching her put her hair up made Cameron’s manhood start to swell, as he opened the car door, and made his way inside. “Thank you for putting your hair up, miss Jessica. You are clearly learning to obey the rules.”
“I didn’t want to earn myself another spanking,” she replied with a pouty smile.
She was referring to the very first time she took him in her mouth. Cameron loved watching her lips sucked tight around the sensitive skin of his manhood. But her hair was getting in the way. He teased her that the next time she tried to pleasure him without putting her hair up, she would receive a punishment. She agreed to the arrangement, and then soon found herself bent over across her boyfriend’s lap, receiving 10 smacks on her bare butt.
“Silly girl…you’re gonna get a spanking no matter what you do,” he said, ominously, as he positioned himself on the drivers side of the backseat.
Jessica was tired of waiting. She leaned forward, and began to kiss him passionately. He could feel her warm breath on his face, coupled with her soft lips against his. His eyes closed, he reached behind her, and squeezed her butt cheeks with both hands. She let out a soft moan. He felt her hand move across his right thigh. She squeezed through his blue jeans, grabbing firmly onto his bulge. It was hard as a rock. She could hardly contain her excitement at the thought of soon feeling it inside of her.
He whispered into her ear. “You are a very bad girl! Touching my dick, like a dirty little whore.”
Cameron was speaking her language. Dirty talk made Jessica wet with excitement. “I can’t help it Sir…I guess I’m gonna have to get punished.”
Cameron could fill the tip of his dick becoming damp at the sound of those words. “Not to mention, you were late several times this past week. And you have been doing a terrible job, babysitting my children,” he said, now taking on a stern tone.
Jessica picked up on the impromptu role-play. She knew exactly what to do.
“That’s because you’re a bad parent, and your kids are shit heads!” she said in mock arrogance, still planting kisses on his smile. Jessica was a theatre buff. She loved the way that their sex life allowed her to tap into her dormant acting skills.
Cameron raised his voice slightly. “Excuse me, young lady? How dare you talk to me like that!”
Jessica pulled back, and bit her lip, looking at him like the naive, careless young lady she was pretending to be. “I’m sorry sir! I didn’t mean it! I mean…I wasn’t thinking…please don’t be mad at me??”
“I will give you a choice,” he said. “You can lose your job. Or you can go across my lap right now, and receive a severe spanking.”
She paused, and looked down for a moment. Cameron relished in the anticipation. “I’ll take the spanking Sir.” Jessica said, submissively. She draped herself over Cameron’s lap, lifted her skirt, and wiggled her butt, smiling back at him flirtatiously.
He responded with a hard smack on the bottom of her left cheek, still covered by her black laced panties. She let out a pouty moan, and put her head down into the seat.
“Don’t you dare think you can flirt your way out of this one, young lady. I am going to spank you good. I don’t care how cute your little butt might be.”
She wiggled again.
Cameron grabbed her at the waist, and pulled her body firmly against him. Jessica could feel his erection against her waist. It was such a bittersweet moment. His spankings hurt. But she knew that each punishing smack brought her closer to the sex she had been dreaming of all week.
He raised his hand into the air, and brought his flat palm down onto Jennifer’s left cheek once more. A muted “smack,” pierced the drone of the AC.
“Owwwww! That huuuurts!”
“Good. That means you are learning your lesson.” He landed three more smacks, relishing the movement of her butt as she began to deflect the sting by shifting in his lap.
He took a moment to admire the sight before him. He observed the perfect curvature of her bottom, not lacking in fullness, or firmness. Each of her cheeks curved distinctly into the crease in the middle of her black panties, which covered only half of her butt on each side. He felt beside himself with excitement. Before him was the very sight that had filled his mind’s eye, in the countless fantasies that he had about her before they began dating.
He gently stroked the exposed flesh on her left butt cheek, as he continued to lecture her. “Miss Jessica, you have been a very naughty girl this week. Not only were you neglectful of your duties, but I have a feeling that you wasted much of your time pleasuring yourself, while fantasizing about that sleazy boyfriend of yours. Am I right??”
Jessica nodded, turning her head to give him a mischievous smile.
“Your behavior is unacceptable, and as punishment I am going to spank you on your bare butt. And as soon as that’s over, you’ll get 10 more with the spatula.”
“Nooooooo, please, not that! I’ll be good I promise!”
“Any more begging, or resistance, and I will add more spanks. Is that understood?” His voice was firm, and convincing.
She looked up at him again, and pouted. “Ok, fine.”
“Good,” he said crisply. He reached into the seat pocket in front of him, and produced a wooden spatula. He placed it on the seat beside him.
“Ohhhhh, looks like someone came prepared!” she teased, stepping out of character.
He landed three quick, sharp smacks on her butt. “Don’t talk back, young lady. Just for that, you get three extra with the spatula.”
“You’re a jerk! I hate you!” she fired back.
Cameron responded with swift retribution. He grabbed her panties at the top of her waist, and yanked them down with one hand. She reached her hand back to reclaim her modesty; he grabbed it, and pinned it to her hip.
Jessica was becoming more aroused by his aggressiveness. She returned to her submissive tone. “No please! I’m sorry!!!”
Cameron raised his right hand, and slapped it down across her bare butt on the right side. Pausing, for less than a second, he did it again. And then again. With each smack, Jessica kicked her legs, and shifted in his lap. Her panties rolled up around her thighs, just below her bottom. “This spanking was really starting to hurt!”, she thought to herself. Methodically, he continued to spank, a few swats at a time to the left cheek, and then the right. She cried out, and pleaded for forgiveness, but it was no use.
Her butt was becoming red. Headlights coming in through the window from a passing car revealed a handprint on her left cheek.
Cameron caressed her, running his finger tips in in circles across her tender moon, then continued along the backs of her thighs. She began to breathe deeply, taking in his loving, gentle touch, and feeling the moisture increase between her thighs.
Cameron traced his finger tips along her left inner thigh, then up toward the crevass that separated her leg from her tender peach. Jessica sighed, desperately waiting for him to dip his finger into her wet, hungry sex.
And just as the thought occurred to her she was suddenly pierced by the warmth of his fingers, moving skillfully inside of her. She let out a long, breathy “ohhhhh,” as Cameron explored her, slowly probing her wetness with the tip of his second, and third finger.
“This is what happens to naughty sluts who can’t control themselves,” he admonished. “They end up with their panties down…then they get spanked, and fingered…or worse…” He continued to lecture, as he gently probed her sex.
Her breathing became ragged, as she spoke. “Ye-he-he-essss, sir,” she replied as she thrust her hips into his lap. Her voice took on a tone of desperation.”Punish me…it’s the only way I’ll ever learn.”
Cameron removed himself from inside her, and reached beside him to pick up the spatula. “It’s time for the rest of your spanking.”
She let our her signature pouty moan, looked up at him, and stuck her tongue out. With that he raised the spatula into the air, and brought three hard smacks down on her bottom. She kicked, and shifted even more than before, but Cameron had a firm hold at her waist, her right hand still pinned to her side.
“Those three didn’t count Jessica. Now you’re getting the ten I promised you. You are to count each one.”
“Yes, sir,” she replied, submissively.
He raised the implement about a foot above her exposed backside, and brought it down with a whipping motion, just a above her right thigh, making a sharp “crack” sound. He paused, and waited for her response.
“One, sir! I’m sorry I’ve been such a bad girl.”
Cameron was deligthed to hear the words of contrition she added to her counting. He decided to reward her. He laid the implement flat acoss her bottom, and held it with his thumb. He reached inside her with the tip of his middle finger. She was warm, and moist, perhaps a bit more than before. Jessica moaned. This strange dance between pain, and pleasure clouded her thinking, leaving her with nothing to do other than submit to Cameron’s lead. It was a sweet surrender.
Suddenly, her pleasure was rudely interrupted by the sharp sting of the spatula on her left cheek. It was harder than the first one.
“Two, sir! I’m sorry for being a…'”
“Smack!” The thrid stroke landed in the same spot as before.
“Three, sir! “I’m sorry….”
“Smack!” He was picking up the pace. Jessica did her best to get her line in. She knew her spanker would appreciate the effort.
“Four, sir! I’m sorry for….”
“Smack!!!” The fifth one landed on her right, the hardest one yet.
“Five, sir!”
“Smack!!!”
“Six, sir!! Baby, hold my hand, please?” She pleaded, as she looked up at him.
“Of course, my love.” Cameron replied, as he released her wrist, and placed her left hand at the small of her back. He laced his fingers in with hers. “Four more, ok sweetie?”
Jessica nodded. “Ok. I’ll be good, I promise.”
He brought down the seventh spank, dead center of her right cheek. She squeezed his hand, and pedaled her legs like a swimmer.
“Owwwww! Seven sir! I’m sorry!”
Smack!!! “Eight, sir! I’m sorry!”
He felt her grip tighten around his fingers. The ending was always the most painful. He thought of delivering the last two quickly, but that would be letting her off too easily. He placed the spatula down on her back. His hand reached down between her legs, and he ran his finger across the top of her slit, making a point not to enter her. She was now dripping onto his jeans.
“Sweetie, do you want your spanking to be over?”
She nodded, looking down at the seat beneath her.
“Then ask me for the rest,” he said sadistically, as he teased her with his fingers.
Jennifer sighed, and paused for a moment. “Please spank me some more, Cameron. I deserve it.”
With that, Cameron picked up the spatula and brought the hardest smack yet down on her right cheek, causing the handle to simultaneously slap across the left.
“Smack!!” She let out a sudden “ahhhhhhh” as she pushed her upper body up from the seat with her free hand. “Nine! I’m sorry!” She paused to catch her breath.
“Spank me harder sir!”
Cameron took great satisfaction in what he had just heard. She was taking it all as pleasure. Or perhaps, she was egging him on, hoping that it would lead to the kind of aggressive dicking that often brought her to orgasm. Either way, he had no intention of denying her.
He gave her the tenth spank, every bit as hard, and just above the same spot as the last. She kicked, and hissed, without saying a word. Cameron loved the way her new position increased the roundness of her butt cheeks, as they protruded upward, just a little more.
Another smack landed on her left cheek.
“Owwww! Hey! I thought we were stopping at ten, you big jerk!” she protested, as her voice broke into a chuckle.
“That’s cause you forgot to count, baby.”
“ohhhh! Sorry!” She replied, sounding genuinely apologetic.
She looked back at him and gave him a knowing smile. “I guess I have to get more then, since a forgot??” she said meekly, returning to her submissive demeanor.
Without a word, Cameron laid several hard swats on her already tender bottom: two on the left, two on the right…”
He paused, and lifted the spatula. “Three more…where do you want them? On the left or the right??”
She looked back at him in amusement. “I get a choice???”
“You get a choice,” he said matter of factly.
“Ummm…on the left. My right side was bruised from the last spanking y’–“
“OWWWW!” The first of three landed, as Cameron spoke. “A simple left, or right would have sufficed. I didn’t ask for your life story,”
Jessica laughed out loud, and Cameron’s sharade of dominance broke, as he smiled in turn. “Alright, two more. Hold still, naughty girl.”
Jessica bit her lip, and she grimaced in preparation.
“Smack!!!! Smack!!!” Cameron had brought down the hardest spanks of the evening.
“Ahhhhh! Fuck!!!” Jessica squeezed his hand hard, and kicked her legs, one last time. Cameron dropped the wretched utensil onto the floor, and began rubbing her bottom.
“Ohhhh, that was a hard spanking!,” she said, with a chuckle, as he released her hand from her back, and she let herself back down onto the seat.
“Well, you were a bad girl”
She sighed as she felt the soothing touch of his hand across her cheeks. His hand was warm from spanking her.
“Wait, did you just say the F-word?” he said, in an accusing tone.
Jessica stayed silent, not sure how to respond. She was sure he wouldn’t start spanking her again. Or would he??
Just then, she felt his fingers dip inside her once more. Somehow the spanking seemed to make her even more sensitive to his touch. “Ohhhhhhhh, Cameron,” she sighed.
He pushed in deeper, exploring her inner parts with his middle finger.
“Is that my punishment for cursing? Having my pussy penetrated?” she said, breathlessly.
“You’re learning, miss Jessica. I hope all of this teaches you a lesson. But I’m afraid your punishment is just beginning.”
“Ohhhhh, nooooo! I learned my lesson, I promise” she pleaded, softly, yet intensely.
“I’ll be the judge of that” replied, in a callous tone. He continued to probe her for several minutes longer, listening intently to her noises. Her moans heightened in pitch, and intensity, until finally it was time to give her what she wanted most.
Cameron withdrew his fingers. He grabbed onto her panties and slid them down to her knees. Jessica turned over, and rested her back against the car door. She locked eyes with him, panting expectantly. He reached into the seat pocket once more, and pulled out a condom.
Jessica smiled, and grabbed the condom out of his hand. She placed it between her teeth, and reached for his buldge. She squeezed. “Is this what I’m getting punished with, next, sir?” He nodded.
Jessica squeezed him again. He slid her panties all the way off, and hurriedly removed her skirt. He let both garments fall to the floor by the spatula. In turn, Jessica began to hastily unbuckle his belt. Clumsily, she unbuttoned his jeans, took hold of his zipper, and brought it down quickly. His manhood popped forward, revealing the wetness at the tip that had soaked through his dark blue boxers. She stroked him, and smiled, the condom still held gently between her teeth. He grabbed her head with both hands, and began kissing her cheek. He could feel his pants and boxers sliding down his thighs. Jessica tore open the condom, and rolled it onto his pulsing erection.
His pants were now at his knees as he inched closer to her. She spread her thighs apart slightly, and made a “come hither” motion with her right index finger.
He leaned in, and whispered to her. “You’re such a naughty girl, aren’t you Jessica…”
Before she could respond, she felt the tip of his manhood pierce the opening of her sex. It began moving up and down, along her slit.
She moaned with a smile, now closing her eyes. “Ohhhhhh, you’re the worst….”
“Do you want me to go inside you?” he teased, sadistically. He picked up the speed of his movement, tracing her opening with his penis, as he moved it with his hand.
Her breathing became ragged. “Ye-he-he-sss, please…” She reached behind, and double fisted his butt cheeks. She tried to pull him inside, but her strength was no match for his.
“And, why, miss Jessica…do you want me to penetrate you?”
She paused briefly, before speaking. “Because….I am a dirty, naughty, whore!” she replied, obediently.
“I’m sorry, I can’t hear you,” he taunted.
She raised her voice. “Because…I am your dirty, naugt-‘”
Before she could finish her words she felt him slide deeply into her, filling her up from the inside, as she tilted her head back, and moaned beneath her breath. Cameron was now pressed up against her, as he moved in, and out, relishing in the warmth, and the slippery wetness of her fuzzy peach.
“Yes, love. You are a dirty slut, and that is why I love you…one reason, among many.” He could hear her moans increase in their pitch, and intensity, as he spoke his words of mock degradation. He thrusted with increasing vigor, gaining steam from the scandalous noises that came from his eager princess. They moved together, as if dancing in tandem, again, and again, for the better part of an hour. It seemed like only minutes. Cameron was now thrusting into her aggressively.
“Ohhhh…I am really getting punished good tonight!” She spoke in a helpless tone of voice, her head tilted back against the door.
“Yes, my love. This is what happens to you when you misbehave.”
“Cameron….” her voice became breathless
“Yes?”
“May I pleeeeease cum???”
He made her wait, before giving his reply. “Yes…you may.” He kissed her lips. Jessica removed her hands from his butt, and reached down to her clitoris with her right hand. She began to touch herself, as he continued to pleasure her from the inside.
Her noises became louder, and Cameron looked down in amazement at the sight of their glorious union. Her nipples were protruding through her pink blouse, while her fingers worked furiously above the small patch of brown hair between her legs.
Her voice crescendoed once more. Cameron began looking outside the window, fearing that someone passing by might hear. He could see through the fog on the glass, nothing but a desolate street.
“OHHHH, I am sooooo close, baby!” Jessica confessed, breaking his concentration.
“I am too, sweetie…go ahead…cum for me. Do it like the naughty girl that you are!”
And with that Jessica’s moans climaxed to their highest pitch yet, and she cried out, “OHHHH, baby, I’m cu-hu-hu-mmminnnng!”
Cameron felt the pulsing of her lips, and finally lost all control. He let out a loud, falsetto cry, as he felt his milky load spill into his shuddering princess. They wrapped their arms around each other, and held tightly, as they took a moment to bask in the bliss of their mutual climax.
After a few moments, Cameron re-gained his composure. He kissed her forehead, and smiled. “Good girl.”
They repositioned, and he pulled Jessica onto his lap, as he sat himself back in the left seat. Cameron’s pants were still around his knees, now falling closer to his ankles. She was naked from the waist down. They held each other affectionately.. She reached for his penis, still covered by his condom, enlarged, but no longer fully erect. She began to stroke it gently.
“You came inside me…”
“I was wearing a condom, sweetie.”
“Yah, but you didn’t pull out. That’s not very responsible,” she scolded him softly.
“Ohhh I see. I’m sorry baby. Does that mean I get a spanking next time????”
Jessica smiled, and kissed his lips. “Yes, Cameron. I think that would be most appropriate.”
“Well, then…I guess I’ll keep the spatula in the back seat.”
“Good boy. I can’t wait to get you back. I’m gonna beat…your…ass!” she said, giggling sadistically.
He squeezed her tightly. “I love you too, baby. Now let’s get you home before your people start to worry.”
Taken from [https://atendermoon.wordpress.com/blog-2/](https://atendermoon.wordpress.com/blog-2/)
