A Spanking

After taking a seat and placing Dahlia across you leg, you can't help but love how naturally beautiful she is. Most women look hot in their clothes but when they undress there's a just little settling. Not Dahlia. Oh no, her lines are all her own. Her smooth light brown skin without a single flaw everywhere you look. Rubbing her ass, feeling the just so right meatiness of it as it quivers by your man handling. You give it a light smack.

Dahlia squeaks her approval. "Harder."

Not wanting to disappoint her further you smack it a little harder.

"MMMMMMMMMMM, harder." She replies with a smile.

Going full palm you give that ass of hers a good firm smack.

Dahlia partially gets off your lap, grabs you by the shirt. "When I say harder!" She smacks you across the face. "I mean HARDER!"

The shock on your face. <Holy crap.> Never in a million years did you think this side of Dahlia could have ever existed but it explains a lot about her. They way she's so organized making everyone know what their role is in her domain. Just like a queen bee. Not wanting to disappoint her any further you raised you hand up high and SMACKED that ass.

Dahlia shivered her approval. "Again!"

Each time you spanked her Dahlia got wilder. She was getting off on it. Writhing from each smack. Her beautiful butt getting redder from each hit. But you keep on spanking her ass until she actually cums but she doesn't pass out like before. She gets off your lap and passionately kisses you while you fondle her tits. Moving her to lay on the floor, you begin to finger her. Gently at first. Playing with the folds of her lips feeling the warmth of her juices then inserting one finger gliding along inside her walls until you find her spot. Dahlia's body bucks to her pleasures. Eyes closed followed by her soft moans. Her arms and legs tensing and relaxing. So you added another finger followed by a third picking up the pace. Dahlia's pleasures shot up and she cums again. She was shocked when you pulled your fingers out.

Tired but happy. "Why'd you stop?"

Looking her in the eye. "Because I want you to earn what you want me to do next." Moving to whisper in her ear. "I know you don't want to be just fucked. You want me to love you. And if you want that love, you will do whatever you can to make me happy."

After another passionate kiss, Dahlia stands up and takes the belt from you. Smiling wryly. "You're on."

The drive home was uneventful but enjoyable. Especially after a nearby metermaid, while writing a ticket to some poor bastard, felt an uncontrollable urge to strip down and dance for him. That made you laugh. The poor dumb bastard had no idea what the hell was going on. So after a few awkward seconds he figured why not and enjoyed the show. These rings have really changed your life. Looking at them, they seemed to be just a touch tarnished. They weren't before. In fact they shined nicely. <Nah, they just need a cleaning.>

Pulling up to the highrise you now reside in and like a shot from out of nowhere Mr. Khan, the doorman, opens your car door. "Evening Mr. Davros, long day at the office?"

"You know it. Someone's always trying to screw someone else. So how's the family? Doing better?"

"Yes Sir! Thank you sir and can I say the building staff truly thanks you for the bonuses." Khan takes the keys to park your car. "You might want to know that Mrs. Jovanka is not happy with you. She's talking to a lawyer for what Mrs. Appleby had done. Said it was illegal or something like that."

"And who is this Mrs. Jovanka?"

"She's the head of the Co-Op board. Nothing gets done without the board's approval and she controls the board. But don't worry sir, I'm handling your requests personally."

"Thank you Mr. Khan." The car speeds off and your private elevator is waiting for you. As it ascends to you den your mind whirls about on how to handle Mrs. Jovanka to your fullest amusement and then in the next instant it all evaporates. The elevator doors open slowly to the image of Sheryl in her unmentionables kneeling in front of you. "Welcome Home."