Spank Me, Maybe Read online

  She closed her laptop with a sigh. While her internet search had satisfied her curiosity about spanking, it had also left her wanting more. As she slipped into bed and snuggled up next to Dean, she toyed with the idea of discussing it with the one person who was an expert on the subject—her roommate. Right. Like she could ever bring that up in conversation.

  * * * * *

  Bree spent her entire free period at school the following day coming up with a way to approach her roommate about spanking. Which was why she was bummed to find Mia and Jim cuddling on the couch watching television when she walked into her apartment that night. Maybe cuddling wasn’t the right word. Mia was actually half lying over her boyfriend’s lap and his hand was lightly resting on her jean-clad ass.

  Mia quickly pushed herself up, tucking her curly dark hair behind her ear in that way she did whenever she was self-conscious. “Hey. I thought you were going to be at school getting stuff ready for the parent-teacher conferences.”

  Bree didn’t say anything. She was too busy wondering what she’d interrupted by coming home. Had Jim been about to spank Mia? Or maybe he already had. Bree’s pulse quickened at that image.

  Abruptly realizing Mia and Jim were both looking at her curiously, Bree gave them a smile. “I was. I just stopped by to pick up some things on my way to Dean’s.”

  It wasn’t entirely a lie. She’d just planned on having a nice long conversation with Mia about spanking and how to get Dean to give her one before she went over to his place. Obviously, she wasn’t going to be able to do that with Jim there.

  Bree went into her bedroom to grab those few things she mentioned. When she came out again, Mia and Jim were sitting on the couch looking as if they were counting the seconds until they could be alone. Giving them a wave, she scooted out of the apartment. She got halfway down the hallway before she stopped. If Mia and Jim were anything like her and Dean, they’d already be heading for the bedroom. All she had to do was wait until they did, then sneak back inside.

  She waited five minutes, then ten before carefully slipping her key into the lock. But then she hesitated. What the heck was she doing? Spying on her friends while they got busy was just plain wrong. And what if she got caught? Was seeing her roommate get a spanking worth their friendship?

  She wanted to turn and walk away, but she couldn’t make her feet move. The urge to see Mia get spanked was too strong to resist. An opportunity like this wouldn’t come along again. Besides, if she got caught, she could say she’d forgotten something.

  Taking a deep breath, she turned the key in the lock and quietly pushed open the door. Bree let out a sigh of relief when she saw the living room empty. She poked her head in further so she could see into the kitchen. Mia and Jim weren’t in there, either. Which could mean only one thing—they were in Mia’s bedroom. The soft murmur of voices coming from that direction confirmed it.

  A smack echoed in the apartment, followed by a loud, “Owwwww!” from Mia. “That hurt.”

  A deep chuckle from Jim. “It’s supposed to hurt a little, babe.”

  Mia muttered something Bree couldn’t hear, but Jim’s word came across quite clear.

  “Oh, you’ll be warm, all right.”

  Her pulse skipping a beat, Bree ignored the twinge of remorse she again felt for spying on her friends and crept toward her roommate’s bedroom. When she got as close to Mia’s room as she dared, she cautiously peeked inside.

  Jim sat on the bed, his girlfriend draped over his knee, one arm wrapped around her waist to hold her in place. Mia’s ass was already a rosy pink where her skimpy panties had ridden up to expose her bare skin, and Bree marveled at how erotic the scene was. Luckily, both Jim and Mia were positioned in such a way that neither of them could see Bree. She watched mesmerized as Jim lifted his hand and brought it down on Mia’s upturned bottom.

  Bree’s eyes went wide as Mia’s ass went from blushing pink to rosy red under such punishment. Even though it was sexy as hell, she was still amazed her friend could like getting spanked. It had to sting. And yet despite how much she squirmed and struggled against her boyfriend’s hold, Mia really did seem to be enjoying it. Especially when Jim occasionally paused to rub her panty-clad derriere. Her friend’s moans of pleasure made Bree’s face heat.

  Her color only deepened a few minutes later when Jim slipped his fingers inside the waistband of Mia’s panties and slowly pulled them down until they were banded around her thighs. He trailed his fingers up Mia’s legs, caressing her reddened ass cheeks before sliding his hand between her legs.

  “You’re so wet,” he said softly.

  Mia moaned in response, spreading her legs as wide as her panties would allow. It was enough to make her wet pussy visible, and Bree caught her breath when she saw how aroused her friend was.

  Bree knew she should leave, especially since the spanking part of the night was probably over, but as she turned to go, Jim took his hand out from between his girlfriend’s legs and began spanking her again. The smacks were harder than before, and Mia’s bottom colored rapidly under his ministrations, turning from a rosy pink to a deep red.

  Bree’s own ass tingled as much as if she were the one getting spanked. She automatically reached back to cup her ass cheeks, mentally switching places with Mia. In her mind, she was draped over Dean’s knee. Would she squirm and kick her legs? Would her ass color as easily as Mia’s? And would getting spanked turn her on as much as it did her friend?

  She was so caught up in her own thoughts she almost didn’t realize Jim had stopped spanking Mia. He was leaning over, whispering softly in her ear while he played with her pussy. Bree couldn’t hear what Jim said, but Mia obviously liked the sounds of it because she moaned.

  “Oh yeah, fuck me just like that.”

  Bree pulled back as Jim stood Mia on her feet. One long, hot kiss later, they were both stripping off their clothes, garments flying everywhere. Jim urged Mia back on the bed, and Bree heard a sharp intake of breath as Mia's obviously tender ass came into contact with the sheets. It didn’t keep her from spreading her legs so Jim could settle himself between them and slide his condom-covered cock in her wetness.

  Bree bit her lip to stifle a moan. Watching her friend get spanked was bad enough, but watching Mia and Jim have sex was definitely crossing the line. Tearing herself away from the door, she hurried back into the living room, grabbed her bag off the floor where she’d left it, and let herself out of the apartment.

  She leaned back against the door, her mind whirling. She thought looking at pictures of women getting spanked had been hot when she’d stayed up way too late browsing the internet the night before, but it paled in comparison to the real thing. And if watching her friend get her ass smacked got her this turned on, she could only imagine how much more aroused she’d be if she was the one getting the spanking. The thought made heat pool between her thighs. She didn’t know how she was going to do it yet, but somehow, some way, she was going to get Dean to spank her.

  Chapter Two

  Bree didn’t remember the drive to her boyfriend’s apartment, much less stopping for the twenty or so lights between her place and his. She couldn’t keep from thinking about the spanking Jim had given Mia. And what it would be like to get one herself. By the time she let herself into Dean’s apartment, her pussy was purring. She didn’t have to check to know her panties were soaked.

  It didn’t occur to her that Dean might not be home from work yet until she had the door half open. She groaned to herself. As turned on as she was right now, she might have to start without him. She could just imagine the look on his face if he walked in to find her writhing on the bed touching herself. Then again, he had mentioned he did fantasize about that.

  His fantasy would have to wait for another time because as it turned out, Dean was home already. Bree said a silent prayer. She’d never needed to feel her boyfriend inside her more than she did right now. Dropping her bag on the floor, she ran into the kitchen and greeted him with a long, hard kiss.
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  Dean kissed her back, his tongue tangling with hers before he pulled back to give her a wide grin. “Hello to you, too.”

  She bit her lip. “You didn’t start dinner yet, did you?”

  His grin broadened. “Not yet.”

  “Good.”

  Bree grabbed his hand and dragged him toward the bedroom. She wasn’t usually the one who took the reins in the bedroom—up until last night anyway. But Dean didn’t seem to mind.

  Once in his bedroom, she turned and slid her hands beneath his shirt, splaying her fingers over his six-pack abs as she went up on tiptoe to kiss him. The feel of his hard muscles beneath her hands was a temptation she couldn’t resist and she impatiently pushed the material higher. Dean broke the kiss long enough to pull off his shirt and toss it on the floor before sliding his hand into her long hair and covering her mouth with his.

  Bree moaned as his other hand went beneath the hem of her T-shirt, shivering a little when she felt his fingers trail up her bare skin. For a strong guy, his touch could be incredibly gentle. But she had no doubt he could give a hard spanking if he wanted to. And tonight she wanted him to.

  The thought was enough to make her pussy spasm and she squeezed her thighs together to ease the ache there.

  Hands trembling, she tugged at his belt, then unbuttoned his jeans and shoved them down along with his boxer briefs. She licked her lips at the sight of his thick cock. While she was impatient to get to the spanking part, she couldn’t resist dropping to her knees for a little taste. Okay, maybe a big taste, she thought as she wrapped her lips around him.

  Dean groaned and buried his hands in her hair, guiding her up and down. God, she loved when he took control like this. Another hint that he’d be a natural when it came to spanking.

  Time to initiate Phase Two in Operation Spank Me.

  Running her tongue over the tip of his penis once more time, Bree stood up and slowly took off her clothes. Dean’s dark eyes followed her every move, caressing every inch of her body as she revealed it. When she was naked, she climbed on the bed on her hands and knees, then gave him a sultry look over her shoulder.

  Dean groaned. “You’re killing me here, you know that, don’t you?”

  She wiggled her ass at him, hoping he’d take it as an invitation to spank her as punishment, but he only grabbed a condom from the bedside table. She tried not to be disappointed as she watched him roll it down his erection. She couldn’t expect him to read her mind. She had to tell him what she wanted.

  But the feel of his big hands on her hips and the head of his cock teasing her pussy made speech impossible. All she could do was moan as he slid into her wetness.

  “God, you’re so tight,” he rasped.

  She moaned again. It was difficult to form coherent thoughts when he was inside her. It didn’t get any easier when he began to thrust. Not that she was complaining. Each time Dean pulled her back, her ass smacked against him, making it feel as if he was spanking her. If the real thing was anything like this, she might just pass out from how amazing it felt.

  Spank me.

  The words were on the tip of her tongue, but she couldn’t make herself say them. After stripping for her boyfriend and practically begging him to do her doggy style, how could she be too shy to ask him to give her what she wanted most?

  But she was.

  So, she did the next best thing. She shoved back against Dean even harder. It wasn’t the same as getting spanked, but it brought her just a little closer to her fantasy. As she imagined his hand coming down over and over on her bare ass, she slid one hand down to make little circles on her clit. The mental picture was so vivid and erotic it pushed her over the edge faster than ever before. She came so hard that she was sure her screams would be heard in the surrounding apartments. Dean came with her, thrusting into her hard and holding her tightly against him as he found his release.

  Afterward, he climbed into bed and pulled her into his arms. Bree made lazy circles on Dean’s chest with her finger as she replayed her spanking fantasy in her head. Her ass almost felt like it was tingling where his imaginary hand had landed. So, why hadn’t she told him to spank her for real?

  Because she was afraid of what he’d say if she did. While thousands of people were into spanking, Dean might not be one of them. She had visions of him calling her a freak and running out the door with shoes and clothes in hand.

  Yeah. Maybe some fantasies were best kept to herself.

  * * * * *

  “I almost spanked Bree last night.”

  Jim looked up from buttoning his shirt. They’d just put in ten miles on the treadmills and were in the gym’s locker room getting dressed. There wasn’t anyone else in there, so Dean didn’t have to worry about someone overhearing them.

  “Seriously?”

  “Yeah.” Dean closed the locker. “She was on the bed on her hands and knees and gave me this look over her shoulder…” He shook his head. “You have no idea how hard it was not to give in and spank her.”

  “Why the hell didn’t you?” his friend asked.

  “Because Bree would freak out.” Dean frowned as he zipped his duffel bag. “She’d probably run out of my apartment screaming.”

  Jim tucked his shirt into his pants. “Or she might love it. Mia sure as hell does.”

  “Well, Bree’s not Mia.”

  And Dean didn’t want her to be. He loved his girlfriend for who she was. And while she wasn’t vanilla in bed by any stretch of the imagination, he was pretty damn sure she wouldn’t be into spanking. Which was a shame because she had the most spankable ass he’d ever seen.

  But he wasn’t going to mention it to her, no matter how turned on he got by the idea. He’d tried that before with other women he’d dated, with disastrous results. He wasn’t going to risk what he had with Bree merely to satisfy his kinky side.

  * * * * *

  Bree couldn’t stop thinking about spanking. Sometimes, she’d fantasized about Dean spanking her because she’d made him late for work. While other times, she pictured him spanking her simply for being a brat. And then there were times when he’d spank her just because she asked him to. For some reason, that scenario was the one that aroused her the most. There was absolutely no way she could ever see herself being bold enough to ask her boyfriend to spank her even if that was the scenario that made her the hottest of them all. The idea of voluntarily draping herself over his knee and begging for what she knew she needed was an extremely powerful image. But she could never do that. And yet, if she didn’t ask him, how the heck was she ever going to get spanked?

  She chewed on her lip. There must be other women out there with the same dilemma, right? She curled up on the couch with her laptop and went to the message board she’d found on the internet the other night. There were a lot of posts on the subject, but none of the suggestions fit her situation. What she needed was to talk to someone who had experience with this kind of thing. Like Mia.

  Bree’s gaze drifted over to where her friend sat on the opposite end of the couch with her own laptop.

  So, how could she bring it up? She just couldn’t say, “By the way, I was reading your personal email the other day and couldn’t help but notice you and Jim are into spanking. I’d like to give it a try, so could you give me a few tips?”

  Bree groaned. That’d go over well with her friend.

  “What’s wrong?” Mia asked.

  Bree jerked her head up. “Huh?”

  Her friend looked at her over the lid of her laptop. “You groaned. I figured something must be up.”

  “Oh.” Bree waved her hand. “Just reading friends’ Facebook statuses.”

  “Uh-huh.” Mia regarded her, a frown creasing her forehead. “You seem a little off the past few days. Is everything okay between you and Dean?”

  Her friend always was perceptive. “Everything’s fine. It’s just that…” She hesitated, then shook her head. “It’s complicated.”

  Mia’s frown deepened. “Uh-oh. Complicated c
an mean a lot of things and none of them are usually good. What’s going on with you two?”

  Bree chewed on her lip again. There wasn’t going to be a better opportunity to talk to her friend about spanking. She took a deep breath.

  “Do you remember when I came in the other day, and you were on the couch with Jim?” she asked.

  “When you came back to grab some stuff before going over to Dean’s, you mean? Yeah.”

  “Well, I forgot something, so I came back.” Okay, so that part was a lie, but no way was she going to admit to Mia that she’d deliberately spied on her. “I heard a noise coming from your bedroom and I didn’t know what it was, so I went to check it out. I…I saw Jim spanking you.”

  Mia’s eyes went wide. Her face coloring, she looked away. “Oh, God. I know what you must be thinking, but we were just fooling around. Jim wasn’t hurting me. He was… We were…” She looked back at Bree. “How much did you see?”

  Bree gave her a small smile. “Enough. Well, I mean, I didn’t watch you have sex. I left when you guys started taking off your clothes.” She didn’t mention seeing Jim sliding his extremely hard cock into her roommate. She thought it best to keep that information to herself. “But what I saw got me so turned on that I jumped Dean the minute I got to his place.”

  Her friend blushed. “Watching Jim spank me really got you that hot?”

  It was Bree’s turn to blush as she nodded.

  Mia said nothing for a moment. “So, does Dean ever spank you like that?”

  Bree shook her head. “No. I wouldn’t mind if he did, though.” She looked at Mia shyly over her laptop. “Does it…hurt?”

  “Kind of,” Mia admitted. “But in the best possible way, you know?”

  Bree didn’t know. “But your bottom looked so red the other night.”