It was well past midnight, and Leah was standing in the kitchen with a tub of ice cream in her hand, licking the spoon with a blissful expression on her face. She was wearing a pair of thin, worn sweatpants and an old top, and the state of her hair suggested that she'd just left her bed – which was in fact the case.
A voice came from the doorway. "You know, I bought that tub of ice cream because we have guests coming tomorrow." She looked over at her boyfriend, who was wearing an expression of mock sternness, as well as a pair of pyjama bottoms. Matt liked to sleep shirtless, which Leah heartily approved of. There was nothing quite like falling asleep while resting her head on his muscular chest.
"I woke up and wanted a midnight snack," Leah said, still licking the spoon. "This was at the top of the fridge."
"Now I'll have to go shopping again tomorrow before they arrive," he said, with just the slightest hint of annoyance.
"Oh, how sad," she giggled. "I'm sorry I was so naughty," she said, while managing to sound like she didn't mean a word of it.
He folded his arms in front of his chest, still trying to stare sternly at her.
"Yes, I've been such a bad girl, haven't I?. I'm lucky you're a forgiving boyfriend, or I might get a spanking for my mischief!" For emphasis, she turned her back towards him, giving her butt a saucy little wiggle.
He raised an eyebrow. "Oh, is that so?" She smiled innocently as he stepped towards her. "Is that what you want? I can take a hint, you know," he said as he took the spoon and ice cream tub from her, placing them on the counter.
"Can you?" Leah said, affecting a shocked tone. Lately, her signals had become steadily more transparent, and she was beginning to wonder if she'd have to write "Spank me" on her forehead with lipstick before he caught on. Or maybe she should have written it on her bottom instead.
He took her hand and guided her over to the kitchen table. She grinned eagerly, not even pretending to resist. He pulled out one of the chairs and sat down, before picking her up and draping her over his knee. She giggled – it was always wonderful to be picked up and manhandled by her big, strong man.
He started to rub the seat of her sweatpants gently. "You've been a very naughty girl, and it's time for your punishment," he announced.
"Oh no!" she exclaimed dramatically. "I'm sowwy!"
He started to smack her squirming seat, slapping the meatiest part of her buttocks. As the first spanks landed, Leah bit her lip and moaned; this had been a fantasy of hers for some time, and she almost couldn't believe it was happening.
His hand moved from cheek to cheek, the loud slaps ringing out in the quiet night. Leah had been worried that her boyfriend would be hesitant or nervous when spanking his girlfriend for the first time, but it turned out that her fears had been unfounded – Matt treated this momentous event with skill and seriousness.
After a few minutes, he paused, resting his hand on her bottom. "Are you ready to behave?"
"Oh, you've started? I hadn't noticed," she said, dismissively examining her nails.
The barb had the intended effect, and he grabbed hold of the waistband of her sweatpants and jerked them down to her knees, baring her beautiful bubble butt – Leah didn't believe in wearing underwear under her pyjamas.
She giggled. "Oh, you managed to pull them down? Well done!"
"Yes, your butt will be well done by the time I'm done with you," he said, his tone once again filled with mock sternness. She giggled, but there was also a shiver running through her body that made her slightly lightheaded.
Matt started to spank much harder than before, and Leah squirmed slightly. It stung, of course, but it felt more wonderful than even her most delicious fantasies had prepared her for. Being bent over her boyfriend's lap, being forcefully undressed, being spanked by his firm hand as she wriggled – what could be more amazing than this?
The smacks came harder and faster, and Leah now yelped every time his hand struck. The sting was gradually growing, and the toasty warmth in her backside was becoming slightly uncomfortable.
"Are you going to behave? I don't want to have to do this again, you know."
"Yeah, I can tell," she said innocently as she rubbed her moist crotch against the bulge in his pyjamas. That sauciness earned her a set of extra-hard smacks that had her squealing, and she quickly stopped rubbing.
She could feel tears at the edges of her eyes, and her bottom was burning. Turning her head to look up at her loving boyfriend, she batted her eyelashes. "I'm so sorry for my cheekiness, Matt. I promise to behave."
"Will you be a good girl from now on? And do what I tell you?" he lectured, still swatting her bottom.
"Yes, I promise," she said, wincing and doing her best to sound sincere.
"We'll see," he noted, but he stopped spanking her. He helped her up, and she was sitting on his lap with her sweatpants around her ankles, smiling blissfully as he stroked her sore bottom and kissed her lips, telling her what a good girl she was.
"So, what should we do now?"
"Well… it's very late. I think we should go back to bed," she said innocently, wriggling her bottom against his erection.
He raised an eyebrow. "I thought you were going to be a good girl from now on? That sounds very naughty to me."
She giggled. "Then I'll guess you'll just have to spank me once we're done, won't you?"
They grinned at each other as he picked her up and carried her towards the bedroom.
A voice came from the doorway. "You know, I bought that tub of ice cream because we have guests coming tomorrow." She looked over at her boyfriend, who was wearing an expression of mock sternness, as well as a pair of pyjama bottoms. Matt liked to sleep shirtless, which Leah heartily approved of. There was nothing quite like falling asleep while resting her head on his muscular chest.
"I woke up and wanted a midnight snack," Leah said, still licking the spoon. "This was at the top of the fridge."
"Now I'll have to go shopping again tomorrow before they arrive," he said, with just the slightest hint of annoyance.
"Oh, how sad," she giggled. "I'm sorry I was so naughty," she said, while managing to sound like she didn't mean a word of it.
He folded his arms in front of his chest, still trying to stare sternly at her.
"Yes, I've been such a bad girl, haven't I?. I'm lucky you're a forgiving boyfriend, or I might get a spanking for my mischief!" For emphasis, she turned her back towards him, giving her butt a saucy little wiggle.
He raised an eyebrow. "Oh, is that so?" She smiled innocently as he stepped towards her. "Is that what you want? I can take a hint, you know," he said as he took the spoon and ice cream tub from her, placing them on the counter.
"Can you?" Leah said, affecting a shocked tone. Lately, her signals had become steadily more transparent, and she was beginning to wonder if she'd have to write "Spank me" on her forehead with lipstick before he caught on. Or maybe she should have written it on her bottom instead.
He took her hand and guided her over to the kitchen table. She grinned eagerly, not even pretending to resist. He pulled out one of the chairs and sat down, before picking her up and draping her over his knee. She giggled – it was always wonderful to be picked up and manhandled by her big, strong man.
He started to rub the seat of her sweatpants gently. "You've been a very naughty girl, and it's time for your punishment," he announced.
"Oh no!" she exclaimed dramatically. "I'm sowwy!"
He started to smack her squirming seat, slapping the meatiest part of her buttocks. As the first spanks landed, Leah bit her lip and moaned; this had been a fantasy of hers for some time, and she almost couldn't believe it was happening.
His hand moved from cheek to cheek, the loud slaps ringing out in the quiet night. Leah had been worried that her boyfriend would be hesitant or nervous when spanking his girlfriend for the first time, but it turned out that her fears had been unfounded – Matt treated this momentous event with skill and seriousness.
After a few minutes, he paused, resting his hand on her bottom. "Are you ready to behave?"
"Oh, you've started? I hadn't noticed," she said, dismissively examining her nails.
The barb had the intended effect, and he grabbed hold of the waistband of her sweatpants and jerked them down to her knees, baring her beautiful bubble butt – Leah didn't believe in wearing underwear under her pyjamas.
She giggled. "Oh, you managed to pull them down? Well done!"
"Yes, your butt will be well done by the time I'm done with you," he said, his tone once again filled with mock sternness. She giggled, but there was also a shiver running through her body that made her slightly lightheaded.
Matt started to spank much harder than before, and Leah squirmed slightly. It stung, of course, but it felt more wonderful than even her most delicious fantasies had prepared her for. Being bent over her boyfriend's lap, being forcefully undressed, being spanked by his firm hand as she wriggled – what could be more amazing than this?
The smacks came harder and faster, and Leah now yelped every time his hand struck. The sting was gradually growing, and the toasty warmth in her backside was becoming slightly uncomfortable.
"Are you going to behave? I don't want to have to do this again, you know."
"Yeah, I can tell," she said innocently as she rubbed her moist crotch against the bulge in his pyjamas. That sauciness earned her a set of extra-hard smacks that had her squealing, and she quickly stopped rubbing.
She could feel tears at the edges of her eyes, and her bottom was burning. Turning her head to look up at her loving boyfriend, she batted her eyelashes. "I'm so sorry for my cheekiness, Matt. I promise to behave."
"Will you be a good girl from now on? And do what I tell you?" he lectured, still swatting her bottom.
"Yes, I promise," she said, wincing and doing her best to sound sincere.
"We'll see," he noted, but he stopped spanking her. He helped her up, and she was sitting on his lap with her sweatpants around her ankles, smiling blissfully as he stroked her sore bottom and kissed her lips, telling her what a good girl she was.
"So, what should we do now?"
"Well… it's very late. I think we should go back to bed," she said innocently, wriggling her bottom against his erection.
He raised an eyebrow. "I thought you were going to be a good girl from now on? That sounds very naughty to me."
She giggled. "Then I'll guess you'll just have to spank me once we're done, won't you?"
They grinned at each other as he picked her up and carried her towards the bedroom.
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