The reunion would be a good chance to catch up with family and hometown friends, but Todd had refused to stay at my relative’s large farmhouse.

“Sorry, babe, but that’s way too many cousins, aunts, friends of the family, and… noise,” he reasoned.

He wasn’t wrong.

Todd tossed our bags on one of the hotel beds and then flopped onto the other.

Even flat on his back and tired from travel he was still as hot as hell.

I studied the small swath of pale belly showing between his waistband and his tee, which had ridden up his torso.

We had a few hours to kill before it was time to go to the reunion’s first big event — the welcome dinner.

“Are you saying my family irritates you?” I teased.

I pulled off my jeans and my tee and sprawled next to him on the mattress, while wearing nothing but my bra and panties.

Todd turned to face me and rested a big warm hand on my stomach. The muscles in my tummy fluttered, and a curl of desire traveled to my sex.

“I would never say that… out loud,” he replied in a deadpan tone.

He grinned when I swatted him on the arm. His fingers walked down my belly, over my pelvis and across the swell of my mound, which was sheathed in black satin.

“You know, we have time,” he said.

“I’m a good girl,” I said, batting my eyelashes at him. “I’d never do anything to bring dishonor to my family.”

“Good, huh?”

I nodded, doing my best to look innocent.

“If you were good, you wouldn’t like this.” He kept his eyes locked on mine as he slid his hand inside my underwear. His fingers glided along my contours and found my clit.

I sighed and greedily lifted my body to meet his hand.

“Not a good girl at all,” he whispered.

Todd pulled his hand free and sat up on the edge of the hotel bed, which was covered with a crisp white comforter.

He hauled me toward him quickly, and as I thrashed, squawking like a startled bird, he pulled me across his lap. I froze with my heart pounding.

“I think you are a bad girl in disguise. You play at being a good girl, but it’s all a ruse.”

I laughed at his use of “ruse” and sealed my fate.

His hand came down on my ass cheek, hard enough to make a startling sound and rock my entire body on his lap. He held me steady with one hand as the other delivered a flurry of blows to my panty-covered rear. I squirmed and kicked, but every time his palm connected with my ass, my pussy grew wetter.

By the time he’d reached ten blows, I was breathless — but not from discomfort.

Todd rolled me off his lap and onto the mattress as he said, “You liked that a little too much, proving that you are, indeed, a bad girl.”

He delivered a swat to my mound, and I whimpered softly. As he landed another, my body surged up to meet him. After the third, my cunt was so wet that I was fairly certain my panties must’ve been soaked. He landed another slap, hard and sharp, and I gasped.

Todd bent and brought his lips to the gusset of my knickers. He exhaled through his mouth, and heat flooded my pussy.

I grabbed his head and ground my crotch against his mouth. I felt the shelf of his teeth press into my skin. I briefly wished my panties would melt away and leave me bare.

Instead, Todd hooked his fingers into the sides of my undies and pulled them down. They slid along my thighs and over my knees. He whisked them off completely and tossed them on the other bed.

“Let’s get a look at you,” he said, and I nearly died of longing for him.

He spread my thighs and parted my outer lips. He hummed and made all kinds of investigatory noises as he carefully studied me. Then he dragged his tongue along my slit, paying special attention to my swollen, throbbing clitoris.

“You seem to be very aroused by what just happened,” he said in his best doctor voice.

I grunted in response. At that point, I couldn’t think of witty banter.

Todd licked my clit slowly and pushed three thick fingers into my syrupy pussy. My body was more than ready to accommodate him. He fucked me that way until I was writhing like a woman possessed, then he got up and stripped off his clothes. Climbing on top of me, he pushed his cock against my dripping slit and then slipped it into me while watching my face.

“Tell me you’re a bad girl,” he said.

“I’m a bad girl,” I responded obediently. “I’m so bad. So bad I want you to fuck me until I scream. Until I cry. Until I come all over your cock. I want to rush like a river. I want to be so wet that I — ”

Todd cut off my babbling by crashing his mouth against mine in a ferocious kiss. He forced his tongue between my lips as he thrust his cock deep inside my cunt. His big body practically crushed mine. After a few hard thrusts, he pushed a hand beneath my ass and gripped my throbbing butt.

My whole body seemed to thrum with desire. I clenched my pussy tight around him, and he sucked in air through his teeth. I did it again, and he groaned. Then again, and he pinched my tender ass.

I gasped, and he rocked his hips from side to side, grinding his cock deep inside me. He seemed to be touching all the sensitive places in me that ached for his touch. I soon climaxed, with my mouth open and my back arching as much as it could under his weight. He kissed me again, pinned my arms above my head and started to pound me.

I was wonderfully helpless and took all he had to give. Before long, our fucking was too much, too fast, too good. He came with his gaze locked on mine.

When I’d finally caught my breath, I told him, “I guess we should shower and get ready for dinner.”

He agreed, “Let’s get ready, bad girl. But I want you to remember, I’m watching you. I’ll have my eye on you, baby.”

I took that as a promise.

After a hot shower, during which I relived the whole encounter all over again, I fished out my short green dress from my luggage and pulled it over my head. It made my dark hair look even darker and my flushed cheeks look even rosier.

Underneath, I wore some stretchy black shorts instead of underwear. Not only did they have pockets, but I could dance without worrying about flashing anyone.

I looked up to see Todd watching me with an amused look on his face.

“Sporty,” he said.

“Oh, shut up. You always have pockets.”

Grinning, he reached beneath my dress. He pushed his fingers into the pockets of my shorts and wiggled them until I laughed. Then he slid one hand down the front of them, cupped my shower-warmed pussy and squeezed.

“I like that you’re sporty. Girly and feisty and sexy and… bad.” With his free hand, he smacked my ass hard enough to make me hiss.

“We should go,” I suggested, more than a little breathlessly.

“Let’s go. We can see all the cousins and aunts I don’t remember, and I can pretend I do.”

“Now who’s bad,” I said.

But he was right. We spent the entire first hour greeting near and distant relations, and Todd made a good show of fake familiarity with my very distant kin. Finally, he took my hand, and we went to the food table. We filled plates with fried chicken and sides and grabbed two cold beers.

We sat and ate, watching the gathering of people. Some had started to strut their stuff, and a square dance caller was gaily barking out instructions as the sun began to sink.

“Wanna dance?” he asked as his hand crept up my thigh and found the hem of my shorts.

“No,” I gasped. “I do not. I have two left feet.”

“That’s OK,” he said, leaning in to whisper in my ear. “You’ll make up for it in other ways.” His hand crept beneath my dress, and his fingers tickled my crotch.

No one was paying any attention to us, and I was thankful for that.

“What did you have in mind?” I asked.

“A walk through the woods?”

“We could get eaten.”

“Well, you could,” he said.

“I’m talking about mosquitos.”

But I was riled up, and I wanted him badly. So we dumped our trash and wandered off.

Once we were safely away from the crowd, he slid his hand under the back of my dress and rubbed my ass.

“You’re in big trouble for these shorts,” he said. Then he smacked my ass hard enough that I leapt forward a few steps.

“What! Why?”

“Because they make your slutty ass look so good,” he said, snagging my wrist and pulling me back to him.

Todd led me off the path and deeper into the woods, and I went so very willingly. My pussy was once again hot, wet and needy.

We walked back a way, and every few steps he brushed his hand over my ass. His touch made me shiver, and my aroused nipples spiked inside the bodice of my dress.

The farther we walked, the softer the sounds of the party became. At one point, I stumbled and caught myself on a downed tree. I let out a whoop of anxious laughter.

“Oh, I like that,” he said.

The sky was tinged lavender and pink from the rapidly setting sun. I looked up at him through a tangle of hair. When I tried to right myself, he shook his head.

“Nope. Stay where you are, bad girl.”

Goose bumps sprang up along my arms and the back of my neck.

He moved in close and hiked me up a bit more, so my feet were stable on the ground. I shifted so my forearms pressed against the log. I felt him closing in and waggled my hips seductively. Or needily. Or both.

“That’s it. That’s nice,” he said.

He stood directly behind me, raised my dress and cupped my cloth-covered ass cheeks in his warm hands. I hummed softly and wriggled in his grip. He peeled my shorts down a few inches and rubbed my exposed skin. I sighed and moved into his touch.

“Mmm, such a sexy ass,” he whispered.

Todd peeled my shorts down a bit farther, and I groaned.

“Just take them off already,” I hissed.

The silence that followed was deafening, and I knew I’d triggered his dominant trip wire.

Todd yanked my shorts down so fast I yelped. The garment fell to the ground and tangled around my feet. He squatted behind me and extricated me from the stretchy spandex.

He whispered hotly in my ear, “That kind of mouthiness deserves some correction.”

A cold trickle of worry slid down my spine. I was getting what I wanted, but full throttle.

“Should I count, or should you?” he asked, pinching my bare ass hard enough that I hissed.

I shook my head, refusing to answer. My pussy pulsed in time with my heartbeat.

“We’ll go to ten at first. Then we’ll see.”

I nodded silently as his hand coasted along my naked rear. He took hold of my hips and pulled me back from the tree a few inches.

I knew what was coming, but I was still surprised. The first blow rocked my body forward, and I yelped. The sting was hot and intense, like a thousand wasps attacking my skin. Then I felt the curl of heat and pain along the swell of my butt cheek.

The second blow landed in exactly the same place. A high-pitched sound escaped my lips, and I swear I felt the imprint of his fingers on my skin.

He paused, letting me catch my breath. I hung my head, and a nervous giggle rolled out of me.

Wrong move. He gave me blow three on the other ass cheek. My skin erupted with heat and delicious pain, and my head snapped back. I whooped, and somewhere in the woods, birds took flight. That made me laugh harder, so the next blows would be harsh reminders that I had been bad and needed to be punished.

Four and five came quickly, and I felt my knees sag. I pressed my head against my folded hands.

“Halfway there, pretty girl,” he said. “How about we do a spot check?”

I didn’t have time to ask what that was. His fingers drove into my pussy from behind, sliding into my wet depths with ease.

Pleasure — exquisite and pure — filled me. The pleasure in opposition to the pain was perfection, and I moaned with longing.

He brought his lips to the back of my sensitive neck. Kisses, licks and bites delivered there always turned me on without fail. He knew that. He grazed his teeth against my fragile skin, withdrew his fingers and then jammed them deep again. He curled them inside my cunt, and I shivered from his teasing touch.

Todd kissed my shoulder tenderly. Then his fingers pulled free swiftly as he said, “Let’s finish this off, shall we?”

I shut my eyes as the sixth blow shook me. My skin sparkled with pain. Seven was a doozy, and a cry hitched in my throat.

Eight and nine seemed more gentle, but I didn’t know if that was my imagination. Either he’d let up just a hair, or I was rallying and adjusting to his punishing blows.

Todd grabbed my hips in possessive hands and squeezed the flare of flesh there. He held me that way for a moment, pressing his denim-clad crotch to my tender ass.

“Good girl. One more to go.”

I released a noise that sounded like a sob. I was feeling a mixture of relief and hot anticipation. Once the spanking was done, the fucking could commence.

He stepped back, and I felt the chill of his absence. The place where the cool breeze insinuated itself between us.

I didn’t detect the next movement. Didn’t hear a sound. I had no idea it was coming until the blow landed on the back of my right thigh. It was like a hot iron against my skin. The pain bloomed along that place, which had less cushion to protect me.

I gasped sharply, and he grunted, seemingly satisfied.

I dug my feet into the dirt as I braced myself because I knew what was coming. Me and then him, or so I hoped.

Todd’s fingers grazed my wet slit, and then he positioned his freed cock there. He lingered for a moment, teasing me with his closeness.

I forced myself not to beg. Not to say a word. Not to make a sound.

When he grew tired of trying to bait me, he pushed in the tip of his dick. The slow slide of his rod made me grit my teeth as I tried to keep myself from making demands that he get on with it already.

Only when he was finally fully seated — with his cock completely filling my aroused pussy — did I hang my head and sigh. He felt so, so good.

“You did a very good job, my girl. My strong, brave girl,” he whispered.

His fingers dug into my hips, while he withdrew as slowly as he’d entered me. But then he plunged into me rough and quick.

I let my head fall back and couldn’t stifle my words.

“Yes,” I said. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, yes!”

He laughed at my mindless babbling and repeated the action: an almost maddeningly slow withdrawal, followed by a plowing thrust back inside me.

His right hand snaked around my body and found my parted pussy lips. His fingers were soon slick with my overflowing juices. He played his digits over my throbbing clit, and I groaned helplessly.

Todd held me there in his tight grip, thrusting up and into me and rubbing my clitoris. I clutched at the downed, dried tree and listened to small things skittering away from us and the distant sound of music and laughter.

It was nearly dark, but I could still easily see my pale hand scrabbling at the log’s bark. Before long, I came. My pleasure had built to a tipping point. I cried out softly as my pussy spasmed around his driving dick. I bit my lip in an attempt to stay silent but only succeeded minimally.

Todd pulled free of me, turned me around and pushed me to my knees. I landed on the forest floor, which was cushioned by a nest of leaves.

As I knelt before him, he slid the tip of his cock along my lips, and I parted them for him. As soon as they popped open, he pushed his cock into my mouth.

“Good girl,” he said, holding the sides of my head as he fucked my face.

I sucked and licked and moved with him. I wanted him to climax. I wanted to taste his cream on my tongue.

He groaned, pumping his hips faster. His fingers tangled in my hair. His cock was salty and smooth, and he gasped when I managed to rub my tongue tip against the underside of his crown.

It was like I’d flicked a switch. His come flooded my mouth, and as he withdrew, the last jet of his jizz painted my lips with little dots of stickiness.

I swallowed what I could and sat back on my haunches in the darkening twilight.

He held out his hand, and I took it, rising like royalty from my spot amid the leaves.

“Now, should we return to all the aunts and cousins and the hoedown?” he asked jokingly.

“It’s not a hoedown. It’s more of a square dance.”

“Same thing. Whatever, let’s go mingle. I’ve got my good girl by my side, and enough naughty memories to help get me through the festivities.”

“Plus, tomorrow is another day,” I said.

“And I can’t wait to do this again.”

“I’ll hold you to that,” I assured him. “Because I’m pretty certain your good girl will turn bad again very, very soon.”