50 smacks will do

�I am going to give you fifty smacks with the paddle.� He didn’t know if that was a lot or not but he thought it was a good number. �Now get ready.� He raised the paddle and gave her a good, hard first swat, keeping a firm grip on her breast as he did. He wanted to feel her reaction.

She let out a low grunt when she heard the word fifty in the same sentence as the word paddle though she didn’t have long to think about it before the first swat came into contact with her already sore bottom. She let out a cry and jumped. As she jumped, she could feel the hand that gripped her breast tighten and that got her to settle back down quicker.

This spanking felt nothing like the ones she had received earlier, excluding the one she had received from her father that morning. She was glad he wasn’t someone who would make her count each blow. With each hit, the paddle was reigniting her already sore bottom and intensifying it. A few tears rolled down her face but nothing that would be counted as major crying.

Paul was getting more and more aroused as he continued to spank Jennifer. Every time she jerked and wriggled in pain, it thrilled him more. It crossed his mind that he should feel guilty about it but he didn’t. He was thrilled and he could hardly hold back. He tried to keep track of how many spanks he was giving her but, after a while, he lost count and didn’t even care anymore.

He stopped spanking her. �Get up,� he told her in a husky voice.

With some difficulty she managed to get off his lap.

He took her by her hips, drew her in close and began to use his mouth on her breasts. He kissed and sucked and lightly nibbled. He was absolutely frantic and was **** in his raging need. He moved to her belly and down toward her now very wet pussy. He couldn’t quite bring himself to kiss her there so he drew her back to the bed next to him and made her sit.

She squealed in pain as her blazing bottom hit even the soft bed but he pulled her back until she was again on her back with her legs still dangling over the edge. Then he got up and lifted her legs up on the bed. He climbed on her and knelt between her legs. He pushed her legs farther apart. Then he realized there was nothing he could do. He hesitated a minute and then reluctantly got up. Ignoring her for a moment, he unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants. His underwear followed but when he tried to take the pants off, they got caught on his shoes. He sat down on the edge of the bed and tore off his shoes and socks. Then his pants followed along with his shirt. Finally, naked, he climbed back on top of her, kneeling between her legs, looking down into her face.

Jennifer had been expecting him to act this way but not so soon. She had expected him to build up the courage over the next few days but it seemed he didn’t need the time. She didn’t know what to do. She knew he had his call of anything he wanted done.

She took in a deep breath and held it for a second then slowly released it. She looked him straight in the eye. �I’m sorry, but I don’t know what you want me to do.� It was her first time with a man in this fashion and she was clueless on even how to act. All she knew was that she had a growing urge to please Paul.

Paul came down lower and kissed her. �Guide me in,� he told her.

At first she didn’t quite get what he meant but she soon caught on as he clasped her hands with his. She now knew what he meant for her to do. He guided her hands down to their destination. She leaned forward now that Paul had given her room to. She gently grasped it in her hand and held it for a second, feeling it pulse. She then guided him in as Paul had put it.