A light spanking for being so forward

"I say, Dr. Morgan," you begin in feigned horror, "is that how you always behave when a man turns up at your door?"

Her blush deepens, but she enters into the spirit of things and replies in the same playful mien.

"Only when he is devastatingly handsome and irresistibly stern—I'm only human, after all."

You smile and offer up the flowers, which she takes and smells, gushing with praise.

"Thank-you so much for these. Please, come in—and let me atone for my transgression."

Your grin widens: this is going better than you could have hoped.

Julia fills a vase with water while you pick out a small teardrop-shaped paddle from her collection of spanking implements. Following her into the kitchen, you approach from behind and unceremoniously pull up the skirt of her dress to reveal suspenders running across shapely buttocks displaying only the faintest signs of recent chastisement. She continues arranging the blooms without skipping a beat, pushing her bum out invitingly.

"Please may I be spanked for ogling you on the street, Jack."

You reply with a firm smack to her right cheek which leaves a surprisingly clear imprint.

"Oh! One, thank-you Jack." She exhales carefully. "Please may I have another."

The second, even harder, on the same spot, makes her yelp. You notice the redness fades to white just around the suspender and move it to one side with a finger, so that the flesh beneath can be chastised as well.

"Two, thank-you, Jack. Please may I have another." Julia is breathing heavily and you're pretty sure it's not just from pain.

One more is enough, you think, whacking her soundly and eliciting a low groan that sounds almost like desire. You wrap one arm around her, pressing your crotch into her rump and kissing the side of her neck. She moans again.

"Three, thank-you, Jack. I'm sorry for being so…obvious. May I tip you?"

"You may."

She needs no further guidance, reaching behind and opening your fly to free your turgid member. In some ways this is being even more forward than she was at the front door, but you can hardly blame her for anticipating your needs correctly.

You slide your already-stiff prick to and fro along her sopping cleft, but you have something else in mind for your tip and take aim at her crinkled arsehole. Julia crabs her feet wider apart to give you more space, seemingly neither surprised nor disappointed by your choice. Leaving the paddle on the draining board, you take a firm grip of Julia's thick mane and thrust deep within her, feeling almost no resistance.

The back stroke certainly meets resistance, though, her arse gripping you like it doesn't want you to leave, then opening to welcome you back inside on the next thrust. Julia grunts as you start to pound her rhythmically, hands braced on the kitchen worktop, eyes closed, biting her lip in concentration, determined to maximize your pleasure. You wish you could see her face better and consider turning her round, but you don't want to leave her warmth for even a moment.

Speeding up, you feel your passion peaking in double-quick time and shout your lust, emptying yourself deep within her, before slumping down onto her back, spent.

"Thank-you, Jack," she whispers, turning her head to plant a kiss on the corner of your mouth.

You sigh and straighten up, pulling out. Julia immediately spins and kneels to take you in her mouth and complete her obeisance. When your now-flaccid rod slips from her red lips, she looks up at you, expressing her gratitude once again.