Spanking -Blink

"You're really so mature and sweet, Amelia. Were you always like this?" Samuel asked while groping her breasts like a stress ball.

Amelia swung her bare legs lazily over his lap.

"I wasn't always this well-behaved, you know," Amelia confessed with a sweet, guilty giggle. "When I was sixteen, right before I met Marcus, I sneaked out to a midnight bonfire at the lake, just to see what the older kids were doing."

Samuel paused his rhythmic squeezing of her breasts. A dark, wicked gleam flashed in his aged eyes. "Is that right? Sneaking out at night?" he chuckled, his raspy voice dripping with mock disappointment. "That sounds like some very naughty behavior, angel. Did your parents punish you?"

"They grounded me for a whole month!" Amelia pouted playfully.

"Wanna know how we old folk punish naughty girls?" Samuel suddenly gripped her waist. In one smooth motion, he flipped her over his lap.

Amelia gasped as her bare stomach pressed flush against his coarse trousers. Her head hung off his knee, and her plump, lace-covered ass was tipped high into the cool bedroom air.

"Samuel! What are you doing?" she squealed, a breathless giggle escaping her lips.

"Teaching the naughty girl a lesson," Samuel murmured. He raised his wrinkled hand and brought it down firmly against her bottom.

Smack.

Amelia gasped. The sudden, stinging pain sent a massive rush of wet heat straight between her thighs. She wiggled on his lap, giggling helplessly.

"Ouch! Samuel, not so hard!"

Smack

He landed another slap, slightly harder this time.

"Well, what do we have here? A wet patch?" he teased... "Let's just get these out of the way."

He hooked his thick fingers into the waistband of her delicate lace panties. With one smooth, deliberate pull, he slid the silky material down her thighs and over her knees.

Amelia gasped into his lap. She was completely naked from the waist down, her bare, trembling bottom fully exposed to the older man. The cool air brushed against her wet, aching asshole. It was the most thrilling, taboo moment of her entire life.

Samuel stared hungrily at her pristine, perfectly round ass. He raised his hand, fully intending to leave a red handprint on her pale skin. Or perhaps move further inside.

But just then, a vibration buzzed against Amelia's bare stomach from Samuel's pocket.

His phone.

He paused, fishing the device out with one hand. Amelia tried to peek up, but she could only see the glowing reflection of the screen on his face as his expression suddenly tightened.

Samuel read it: Marcus is on patrol around your area right now. He might stop to check the house

Samuel’s blood ran cold. He looked at the glistening pink of the body in front of him...cursing his bad luck. But he had plenty of experience as a con-man, haste makes waste. The game was over for today.

He couldn't just have sex with Amelia just yet anyway. Not like this. Even if he succeeds, what then? What would he get? A sweet memory and nothing else? What if she feel guilty and confesses to Marcus?

No, he wanted her to become his. This marvel of a woman, he had to corrupt her first. Completely.

"Oh, dear," Samuel gasped, perfectly faking a tone of sudden panic. He helped Amelia sit up quickly. "Amelia, I am so sorry. I just remembered I had an important appointment with my doctor today! My memory is getting so terrible."

Amelia blinked, completely dazed as he abruptly lifted her off his lap. She stood on the carpet, her heavy breasts bouncing, her panties still tangled around her ankles. "You have to leave so soon?"

"I'm afraid so," Samuel said, rushing toward the bedroom door.

Amelia quickly pulled the straps of her sundress back up over her bare shoulders, kicked her tangled panties off her ankles in a hurry and tiptoed after him down the hallway, keeping completely silent to avoid alerting Liam. They hurried into the kitchen, heading straight for the back patio door.

Samuel grabbed the handle, but before he opened it, he turned back to her. She was incredibly beautiful, half-naked and flushed from his spanking. The raw lust took over his brain. He stepped forward, cupped her cheek, and leaned in.

Amelia’s eyes went wide. She let out a nervous little laugh and recoiled just a fraction, tilting her head back. But he didn't stop. His rough, cracked lips pressed firmly against her pink, soft mouth. It was a brief but highly intimate kiss.

Amelia gasped, her hands flying up to rest on his chest.

Samuel immediately pulled back, pasting a look of deep sorrow across his face. "I... I am so sorry, Amelia," he whispered, his voice trembling. "Standing here with you, looking at your beautiful face... I forgot myself. For a second, I really thought I was kissing my Martha goodbye. Please, forgive an old fool."

Amelia’s momentary shock instantly melted into pure, naive pity poor Samuel.

She laughed softly, a sweet, musical sound. "It's okay, Samuel," she smiled, gently squeezing his arm. "I'm sorry I pulled away. I really don't mind. I know how much you miss her."

"You are an angel," Samuel breathed out. He slipped out the back door, disappearing into the suburban afternoon.

Amelia quickly locked the deadbolt. She stood alone in the quiet kitchen, her breathing shallow and ragged. She reached behind her, slipping her hand under the hem of her sundress to trace the lingering, stinging heat of his handprint on her bare flesh.

A massive, foolish smile spread across her face. Her mind buzzing with excitement.

She couldn't wait to see his vegetable garden tomorrow.