You know the way some women are about shoes? That’s me about pajama pants. Rushing into our bedroom with my newly delivered pajama bottoms, I gleefully announced, “Look at these!”

Leo watched obligingly as I slid on and modeled each of the three pairs in turn.  

“These are like retro old man pants,” I said, shaking my booty as I wore the striped pair. I pushed them off quickly and pulled on the turquoise ones. “And these are literally the same, but they’re just monochrome. And you know how I like blue.”

Leo leaned against the bureau, crossed his arms and watched. He had a mysterious smile on his face as I yanked off those pants and tugged on the final pair. They were gloriously soft and supple, black with a garish floral pattern.

“And these scream: I’m on vacation and may not get dressed today,” I gushed.

Finally, I caught on to his silence and asked, “You don’t like them?”

“Oh, I love them,” he said. “They look fantastic.”

I bounced slightly on the edge of the bed, uncertain of what to say at that point. Something seemed off.

“Then what’s the problem?”

He held out his hand, and I took it and stood. He kissed me, then gave me a little twirl before stopping me as I faced away from him.

“They look especially good on your ass,” Leo commented. “They hug all the right places.”

I shut my eyes as he stroked my rear, smoothing the soft fabric against my butt. I was so blissed out that his sudden smack to my ass not only rocked my body — it also startled me mentally.

Reflexively, I tried to step away, but he held my wrist and gave me another brisk smack. It was just hard enough for me to know it wasn’t a love tap. Between my legs, my pussy thumped with arousal, and inside my sweatshirt, my nipples had turned into rigid points.

“What was that?” I asked, a little breathlessly in my surprise.

He turned me to face him and asked, “Remember what you told me?”

“What? What!”

My mind couldn’t focus on a single thought. My ass still stung, but my pussy was ready to go. I wanted him to bend me over, yank down my pretty new pants and fuck me.

“I’m spending too much money, Leo,” he said, doing a fairly good impression of me. “I have more than I need. I don’t need any more clothes.”

“True, but I planned — I mean, I was going to give away some,” I mumbled, stumbling over my own words.

“I want there to be consequences if I don’t follow through, Leo,” he crooned in my ear.

Uh-oh. I thought. I had said exactly that.

“We’ll start with these,” he said. “You know, to break them in.”

He dragged his finger along my seat, traveling along my fabric-covered asscrack, as he asked, “How many strikes do you think you should get for three pairs of unnecessary pajama pants?”

My brain was scrambled, but my body was lit up like a Christmas tree. I felt a familiar tumbling sensation in my stomach, and my cunt flexed wetly at the thought of Leo spanking me. Because me getting punished always turned both of us on — and usually led to him fucking me senseless.

I hesitated before saying, “Uh, 20?”

“Oh, come on. I think you can do better than that, love,” Leo teased.

I shivered. Was it cold in that room or was I just incredibly horny?

“How about 30?” I proposed with a lump in my throat.

He pretended to think and asked, “A mere ten per pair?”

Suddenly, I felt a sharp burst of pain in my left butt cheek that made me jump. I shouted, “You pinched me!”

“Just keeping you on your toes,” Leo said. He slid his hand inside my pants and panties, cupping my mound. Then he eased a finger into my pussy, which was wetter than I’d care to admit. “Seems like you’re faring OK — despite my cruelty,” he joked.

He wiggled his finger. I moaned; I couldn’t stop myself, so he quickly withdrew.

Leo turned me, so my back was to him. He slid his hands down my pajama-clad ass. He tugged me close to him, and I felt the hard length of his cock, which was nestled inside his sweatpants. He pressed himself firmly against my rear, and the wetness between my thighs grew worse.

Leo nudged me forward, forcing me to bend and press my hands flat against the mattress. He took great, exaggerated care in petting my butt as he stroked the fabric covering it, then he delivered a shockingly hard smack.

The blow rocked me forward, but I steadied myself. The stinging pain quickly faded into a tingling sensation. He struck the same spot again. I’d expected him to alternate cheeks, and his choice startled me, keeping me off balance.

I grunted from the second blow. But I kept my back straight and my body tight, like a good girl. Two more whacks to the right cheek. When I let out a helpless cry, he switched to the left. The next blows were swift and hard. No time to recover, no time to anticipate.

He stepped back, and I felt the absence of his body heat. I almost straightened up, but I stopped myself when he said, “Stay right where you are.”

He came up behind me again and yanked my pants and undies down to my ankles. He touched my swollen pussy lips, his fingers inspecting me almost clinically. It was maddening.

“I bet if I fucked you right now, you’d lose it,” he said casually.

He stroked my clit once. One single time. A desperate moan escaped my lips.

Then he patted my stinging ass and said, “Put on the blue ones.”

I changed my pants as instructed and stood there, staring at him.

Leo sat on the bed and demanded, “Come here.”

I stepped forward, and he grabbed my waistband and tugged it upward sharply, so the clinging fabric outlined my mound.

“Let’s start in the front this time. Feet apart.”

I obeyed and impatiently chewed my bottom lip.

He gave my pussy five swift smacks. By that point, I was nearly begging him to fuck me — even though I knew he wouldn’t until I’d received every last swat he’d promised.

A small blossom of wetness showed at the crotch of my pants.

“Over my knees,” he said.

I dropped like a stone, splayed my body over his legs, and mentally begged him to hurry up, so we could get to the screwing.

He quickly resumed his work, delivering two stinging blows to each ass cheek, and the final one of the set to the back of my left thigh.

Somehow, those thigh smacks were always the worst.

“Up,” he commanded.

I stood, trying to catch my breath and gather my bearings.

“Now those old man stripes you like so much.”

I shucked the blue pants, and when I moved to put on the next, he said, “Hold on. Come here.”

While I stood in front of him, he leaned in, spread my pussy lips and licked my thumping clit.

I whimpered, and my knees sagged. He gave me two more flicks and then said, “Pants on. Then belly against the bed, knees pointed toward the floor, head up, eyes open.”

In my final pair of pants, I assumed the position.

He put his hand on the crown of my head and bent to whisper directly in my ear, “You’re being a very good girl, love. Taking your punishment like a champ.”

I shivered at the words and the sound of his voice.

He delivered the last ten swats slowly. They seemed to take an eternity. I was holding my breath until my head swam.

Leo delivered the last blow with a flourish.

I shut my eyes, imagining my bottom glowing red like neon. There were likely small purple speckles here and there because I bruise easily.

Once he’d given me permission to move and face him, he brought his cock to my lips and demanded, “Suck.”

I drove my mouth down on his dick eagerly, sucking and licking him — getting him wet and gloriously hard.

“That’s a good girl,” he said, holding the back of my head.

Next, he helped me up, yanked off my pants and pulled me against him, his front to my back. His cock pressed against my ass, and I moaned. He banded an arm against my breasts and another around my waist, and bent to get himself angled just right. Then he slid his cock inside me slowly. I trembled in his arms as he supported me and filled me all at once.

I could feel my heartbeat in my pussy.

Then he began to move, thrusting up into me and fucking me slowly. His cock slid deep, dragging against all the swollen juicy parts of me.

My clit thumped eagerly, untouched and needy. But I was trapped in his arms and was fine with being that way.

“I could come right now,” he said against my ear as he steadily increased his tempo. “I could let loose and fill you up. But you want to come, don’t you. My good girl wants to come.”

“Yes, yes,” I chanted. I was nodding crazily and moving with him as he continued to fuck me hard and fast. But then he let me go and stepped back as he said, “Lay on the bed. On your back.”

I did as he said. I kicked away my pants and spread my legs wide, so he could see what he’d done to me. My cunt was blushing pink, plump and ready.

Leo studied me as he stroked his cock and then settled between my legs. He dragged his dick along my wetness and then plunged into me.

He slipped his hands beneath my ass and hiked me up a bit. The angle was perfect. Blissful. My pussy grew tighter, and I gasped, so close to climaxing.

“Touch yourself. Get off for me. I want to see you come before I do. You took your punishment very well. You deserve it, baby.”

I slipped a finger in my mouth and got it wet, all while keeping eye contact with him.

He laughed, knowing I was now teasing him. Then I started to stroke my clit, and the idea of teasing fled my mind. I painted circles and whirls on my thumping knot of flesh. My orgasm hit me hard and fast, and my pussy quivered as I came.

“That’s it,” he said.

Leo drove deep, a few more thrusts, and then his eyes slammed shut and his body went taut as he let loose. I felt the warm rush of his load filling me before his body settled over mine.

He kissed the side of my neck and whispered, “My good bad girl.”