A Tempting Target (M/F story)

 Brian had always loved the clean-up after a party. When his friends had parties, he was the guy that always stayed behind to help. He knew this made him strange, but he had accepted it long ago. It was just something about how it was all evidence that a good time had been had, and how fun the next party would be. He couldn't explain it, but he never felt the need to.

Usually, there were a couple of people willing to help out, but tonight, it was just him and the host. The host was Steph, a small redhead that he'd known for a few years. 'Steph' was short for Stephanie, he knew that, but no one ever called her that. It was Steph, and had always been.

It had been a pool party, and they were both still dressed in their swimwear. This made Brian feel somewhat strange; in addition to being cute, Steph had the most well-shaped rear end he'd seen, and in the tiny bikini she was wearing, he got more than an eyeful. He tried to be covert about his staring, but he had a feeling she could tell.

They were placing the last remnants of the beer in the fridge when it happened. Steph was bending over to place something on the bottom shelf, leaving Brian with the best view of his life, when he stepped forward to give that cute little bottom a good smack. It was irresistible.

She jumped to her feet and faced him, and Brian got ready for her rage. To his surprise, she didn't yell at him or slap his face or anything, just studied him, before saying, “Don't start something you don't intend to finish.”

She headed outside, leaving Brian very confused. “Hey, Steph, what was that about?”

“You don't know? Well, I guess you wouldn't. Most people don't. But this should give you some ideas.”

“What should?” he asked, confused.

“This.” She pushed him backwards, into the pool.

Brian was shocked. “What was that about?” he asked again.

“Oh, I shouldn't have done that.” She turned around, bending forward slightly, focusing all his attention on that cute rear end. She turned her neck, looking at him while still giving him an eyeful.

“I guess I've been BAD.”

Brian climbed out of the pool. He had a feeling he had figured it out now. “Well then, I think I know what to do about that.”

Steph giggled and tried to run, but he was faster and caught up to her quickly. He lifted her up and carried her over to one of the sun beds.

“You've been a brat, young lady, and you're going to get what every brat deserves.” He sat down on the sun bed, pulling the giggling girl over his knee.

“Oh please, don't spank me!”

“Too late for pleading now.” He gave her a few light smacks, unsure of what she actually wanted. He tried a few more. She sighed in frustration, and he guessed she wanted more. The next few smacks were harder, but she still didn't seem happy.

The next set were even harder, and she smiled at him. A series of firm slaps, and she sighed again, this time in content.

He started spanking her, a series of hard spanks on alternating cheeks. Steph was telling him how sorry she was between giggles.

“I'll be good now, I really will. Hey, don't you trust me?” she pouted.

“Not for a second.” Another series of hard strokes, and with every single one, those cute cheeks bounced around.

Suddenly, Steph asked him, “Are my bikini bottoms getting in your way?”

For a brief moment, Brian was stunned. Steph was a lot more forward than he had anticipated. “You know, I think they are.” He lowered them to her knees, revealing the full perfection of that stunning bottom.

As those bare cheeks turned from pink to red, Steph was still giggling, and started moaning with pleasure. After a while, he sensed it was time to stop. Steph rose to her feet, telling him to follow her.

They stepped inside, and Steph went over to a big mirror, studying her bottom in the mirror, touching it with her fingertips as she gasped at the redness. “Brian?” She stepped over to him.

“Yes?”

She reached down, touching his erection through his trunks. “I want you inside me.”

He obliged her.