As soon as the door shut, they were an awkward jumble of limbs, a whirlwind of sighs, moans, and giggles, as one mouth met the other and hands sought to feel what societal norms say you shouldn’t feel in public. They landed on the bed, him on top of her, and he broke from her mouth and kissed the nape of her neck. As if a switch had been flipped inside of her, she stopped moving, relaxing, as he nibbled and sucked along her neckline.

With both hands, he embraced her, pulling her closer to him, more onto the bed, and positioning her front-down to his side. And then, over her skirt, he started to spank her.

She yelped and squirmed, but, with his left hand, he pinned her upper body to the bed. And he swatted again, and again.

When tears started to well in her eyes, he stopped, unzipped the side zipper on her skirt, and pulled her skirt and panties down to her knees.

She sobbed, and he started again.

Her ass cheeks turned from a light pink to an angry red. In the areas he was making the most contact, purple spots started to appear. Her skin was becoming hot to the touch. And still, he spanked.

Every now and then, he’d wait a heartbeat before delivering the next blow. He chuckled when she flinched. And then he’d spank her again.

She cried openly, and again, he spanked her.

*swat*

His hand stays in contact with her for a second or two.

His hand pulls away.

*swat*

She flailed her feet, kicking the bed, and he continued.

She cried harder, and he continued.

It wasn’t until she stopped flinching in the moments of delay before the next strike that he stopped.

He rested his hand on her sore bottom. He released the pressure from his idle arm, no longer pinning her to the bed. She curled into the fetal position. He curled up behind her, wrapping her in his arms, and kissing the back of her neck.

Eventually, her sobbing stopped. She started pressing her body back, against his. The room started to smell like sex.

He rolled her onto her back and got to his knees. Deftly, he untied the tie about his neck and knotted it around one wrist, threw the other end around a slat in the bedpost, and secured her other wrist.

He stood, walked to the foot of the bed, and yanked her skirt and panties to the floor. And then he kneeled between her legs and started licking.

First, there were playful little licks moving up her left thigh, until he reached the fold where leg turned to sex. Then, with his tongue fully extended, he covered her pussy, licking hard, up the length of it, pressing hard against her clit with the broadside of his tongue until he gave a last little flick with the tip of his tongue as it no longer was in contact with her.

And like the spanking barrage, he continued this pattern.

Her frustration of the broken contact was growing evident. She started groaning, thrusting her hips toward his face. But he kept the pattern going.

Until he grabbed one leg with each hand, pulled her body toward him, and feasted on her sex.

Her orgasm came quickly and furiously.

And as she came down from the high, his tongue pressed against her sex, she relaxed.

He broke contact with her, and she let out a sigh of disappointment.

“It wasn’t that I don’t enjoy that,” he said, wiping his mouth with the backside of his hand. “But I don’t want you in some other place, mentally. I want you right here,” he said, looking her in the eyes.

“Yes, sir. I’m here.” she replied, not blinking.

And with that, he straddled her hips and worked his hands to her neck. Moving town her chest and toward her navel, he unbuttoned her blouse.

Both his hands scooped into the cups of her bra. He grasped, squeezing as hard as his hands could. She growled.

He leaned over to his left, pinching her nipple with one hand while holding the bra down with the other, he started biting the underside of her breast. She moaned and cried.

Every now and then, he’d release his mouth and move back, just a bit, marveling in that he didn’t know if she was objecting more to the nipple pressure or the bite.

But those moments of contemplation only lasted for a bit before he found a new, fresh place, along the soft underside of her right breast, and nibbled afresh.

And because he is such a fan of symmetry, both her tits were treated equally, until they were covered in his saliva and angry little welts.

“I just love knowing that, for the next few days, every time you sit down, every time you put on a bra, every time you hug someone, your mind will be right here,” he said to her, before standing from the bed once again.

And then he started to unbutton his own dress shirt, hanging it in the closet once it was off.

His pants were un-belted, unbuttoned, un-zipped, and hung neatly in the closet.

He reached into his underwear and pulled out his erect member, stroking it in front of her.

“Now, whatever shall we do with this?” he asked as she watched him, licking her lips. He pressed his underwear down and stepped out of it. In two strides, he was to the bed. He kneeled between her legs, reached behind her head and grabbed her hair, and pressed his cock into her pussy.

And he fucked her like she had never been fucked before.

He started to sweat, and he pulled her hair harder. She arched her back and he slammed against her hips with more force.

She gasped, holding her breath, and then screamed out his name.

He came, one thrust later. His hips pressed hard against hers as his cock spasmed, filling her.

He slowly collapsed to the bed, his weight on top of her, their sexes together. He kissed the nape of her neck once again, and an aftershock rocked through her body.

Time stood still until biology did its thing and his cock, growing flaccid, fell out of her. She sighed in disappointment.

He untied her hands. She reached for her breasts, correcting the bra.

“You hungry?” he asked.

“Yeah, I need some fuel before round two,” she said, giving him a peck on the cheek.