Spank

Chapter 3 - Spank

Coco walked ahead of him into the deep green of the garden, her long frock swaying with every step. Reed followed two paces behind, still struggling with the ache between his legs after that brief glimpse of her breasts and the black lace that had barely covered them.

The loose t-shirt clung to the soft roll of her shoulders.

Below that the fabric of the frock had ridden up somehow, the hem caught deep in the cleft of her ass. No panties. The soft white cheeks were bare beneath the thin cotton, the material swallowed between them so that each sway left and right made the heavy globes jiggle free for a second before the cloth claimed them again.

Reed’s mouth went dry.

He closed the distance until the front of his trousers almost brushed the curve of her backside. One more step and the hard length of him would have nestled perfectly into that warm crack. His hand lifted on its own—palm open, fingers spread wide, the underhand angle already shaping itself to cup and squeeze. The skin of her ass looked soft enough to leave prints.

“Thank you,” Coco said without turning.

The words snapped the spell. Reed jerked his hand back to his side and managed a rough, “You’re welcome.” His pulse hammered in his throat.

She kept walking, pointing out the trees and flower beds scattered across the wide lawn. Butterflies drifted from bloom to bloom, while birds squabbled high in the branches of an old oak. Coco spoke in a soft, steady voice as she named each plant and shared the little story behind it. The lilies had come from her mother’s garden. The jasmine only opened at night. And the banana tree, she explained with a small smile, would one day bear the thick fruit she liked best.

Reed nodded at all the right moments, though he caught only half of what she was saying. He smelled the warm, clean scent of her skin mixed with the faint perfume of the flowers. His mind stayed locked on the way the frock still sat deep between her buttocks, the dry cloth rubbing her with every step while she seemed not to notice.

A cranefly landed on the highest curve of her right side on her ass. Its long legs settled against the soft white flesh. Reed’s eyes locked on it. He saw a opportunity and he reached forward and closed his hand around her shoulder. “Don’t move or make a sound.”

Coco’s body tensed under his grip. She started to turn, mouth already opening, but Reed pressed his index finger against her lips.

“Shhh. Not now.”

Her eyes widened. She stared at him, confusion and something sharper flickering across her face while his gaze stayed fixed lower. She closed her eyes, bracing for whatever she thought was coming.

Reed’s open palm came down hard.

The smack cracked through the quiet garden. Coco’s whole body lifted for a split second, ankles leaving the grass, the heavy cheeks of her ass jumping under the force. The sound of skin on skin was like a whip. She spun the moment her feet touched earth again, small fists flying. The first punch caught his shoulder. The second landed higher. Her face burned red, eyes bright with shock and the sharp sting of the spank.

Reed caught both her wrists in one hand and held them. With the other he opened his palm and showed her the crushed cranefly still stuck to his skin.

“If this one bit you it would have hurt a lot more,” he said.

Coco stared at the dead insect. The fight drained out of her shoulders. Color stayed high on her cheeks, but the anger shifted into embarrassed apology.

“I’m sorry. I thought—”

“I know.”

He let her wrists go. Then, before the moment could close, he reached down, pinched the fabric of her frock between two fingers, and drew it slowly out of the deep cleft of her ass. The dry cotton resisted for a second, clinging to the warm, damp skin between her cheeks, then slid free with a soft rasp. The heavy tits settled and jiggled once. Coco’s breath hitched. A fine tremor ran through her thighs. When she looked up her eyes were wet, the big doe shape of them full of anger and something closer to violation. Her jaw locked. Her lips pressed into a thin line.

Reed’s stomach dropped. “I’m sorry. I just saw it was stuck and—”

The rest of the sentence died. He had no clean words for why his hand had needed to do that for her.

Coco stepped back and pointed toward the gate, the path, the street beyond. Her voice came out small and tight.

“Please leave.”

She walked him to the front door in silence. The moment he crossed the threshold she shut it hard enough that the wood almost clipped his nose. The lock turned with a sharp click.

Reed stood on the path for three full seconds, the phantom heat of her ass still burning against his palm. The jiggle of those white butt cheeks under the spank. The soft resistance of the cloth as he pulled it free. The way her body had lifted off the ground for that single stunned heartbeat. His cock throbbed, thick and painful, the same desperate hunger the video had left in him that morning.

He turned and walked fast toward his own house.

Linsey was in the kitchen, back to him, chopping vegetables on the wooden counter. The knife moved in neat, practiced strokes. Reed crossed the room in four strides, wrapped both arms around her from behind, and buried his face against the side of her neck. His mouth opened on her skin. He kissed the soft place under her ear, then bit the nape hard enough to make her gasp.

“Reed—not now, I’m—”

The rest of the protest melted when his hands slid under the front of her blouse and found the warm weight of her breasts.

The hunger in him was too loud. Linsey’s body answered before her voice could finish arguing. She turned in his arms, mouth already open, and kissed him back with the same sudden heat. Her tongue met his. Her hips pressed forward.

Reed lifted her clean off the floor and set her on the counter, knife and vegetables forgotten.

His fingers dragged her top up and over her head in one rough motion. The bra unhooked with a single practiced flick. He shoved the cups aside and went at her cleavage like a man who had been starved for days—open-mouthed, uneven, almost animal.

Wet licks dragged across the soft inner slopes, then higher, then finally closed around one nipple. He sucked hard, then scraped his teeth across the peak while his other hand squeezed the opposite breast until Linsey’s head fell back against the cupboard and a low, broken sound left her throat.

"AHH……."