Danielle and I had been dating about nine months.

We rapidly became joined at the hip, doing everything together. So, it didn’t take long for my secret desire to be spanked to be revealed.

We’d been rearranging some of her furniture, and as I passed by with a small wooden chair, she smacked me hard on the ass. I froze and then exhaled low and slow. She looked curiously and pointedly at my crotch.

I’d gone from flaccid inside my sweatpants to as hard as a rock — in an instant. My erection was like a divining rod. I tried to keep walking, but she snagged me by the back of my pants and asked, “What’s that?”

I put the chair down and decided to give humor a shot. “My dick. You’ve seen it once or twice.”

Her cheeks were flushed, and she looked — dare I say it — excited.

She grabbed my cock through my pants and gave me an easy squeeze.

Then her free hand came down on my ass with a muffled thud thanks to my sweats and boxers.

My cock jerked in her hand, and I was unable to stifle a groan.

“Your cock got harder.”

“I don’t think that’s possible,” I whispered.

“Neither did I,” she responded, sliding her fist down my length. “But you are.”

She pushed the chair aside with her foot and grabbed my hand. She didn’t pause, just started walking, tugging me toward the bedroom.

My dick started to ache. I was hoping against hope I was about to get the spanking of my life. I realized I was holding my breath, and I exhaled slowly to regulate my breathing. There was no tempering my wild heartbeat, though.

She didn’t wait at all. The moment we were in the bedroom, she pulled her tank top over her head. Her jeans were discarded and then her panties. She stood there nude. Her dusky, pink nipples were so hard they looked like pencil erasers.

She moved toward me quickly. She was a runner, and she moved like one, and then she whisked my sweatpants down as if performing a magic trick. My cock tented my boxers almost comically. I’d have laughed, but I was too horny to do that.

She pushed her fingers into the waistband and yanked my boxers down. My cock jutted toward her as I struggled to breathe.

She seized my erection in her small, warm hand and stroked me lazily. I curled my toes into the carpet as the pleasure of her touch overwhelmed me.

“You like to be spanked,” she said.

It wasn’t a question.

I nodded.

“I love that,” she said with a sigh.

She circled me like I was an art display, and I found it incredibly arousing. She trailed her fingers over my shoulders and down my spine. She stroked the small of my back with exaggerated care. My cock twitched because I knew damn well she was teasing me.

She stood directly behind me so I couldn’t see her at all. Her warm breath hit my back, and my skin rose up in goosebumps.

Her hand was slender but strong. She started to spank me with measured blows. The sound of flesh on flesh was sharp and loud in the bedroom. The only other sounds were our breathing and the air conditioner’s hiss.

She paused again. “Hold your dick, but don’t stroke it,” she said in my ear. “Just hold it.”

I sighed and did as I was told. I wrapped my hand around my erection and squeezed. Warm pleasure flooded my pelvis. My balls ached to come. I held my breath, and the blows started again.

She started to alternate cheeks, her palm moving from left to right and back again. Occasionally, she’d act as if she was going to shift but then delivered a second blow to the same cheek. Each strike caused my body to jerk ramrod straight. My cock jumped in my hand, and my insides screamed for me to jack it.

But I didn’t.

She stopped spanking me, and the throbbing in my ass cheeks matched the pounding of my heart in my chest. Danielle squatted down behind me. I could feel her examining me. Her fingers danced over my skin. My flesh was on fire. She slid a finger down my asscrack. Then she pressed a gentle kiss to one of my thumping flanks.

Her hand slid around from behind, knocked mine out of the way and stroked me. All the while she dropped slow, easy kisses on my hot, tender skin. Her thumb swept over my cockhead, spreading the slippery pre-come she found there.

Finally, she moved around on her knees in front of me and looked up. She pressed her parted lips to the tip of my dick, and the warm, dampness of her mouth enveloped me. She slid her pretty mouth down my shaft until her lips hit my pubic hair.

I gripped a hunk of her blonde hair and held it. I slammed my hips forward. She clutched my ass and withdrew before driving her mouth down once more.

Then she pulled her mouth off my dick and stood. She went back behind me and my dick jerked in anticipation. She did exactly what I’d hoped: She delivered another searing blow.

“Count,” she ordered as her hand connected with my rear.

“One… two… ” By the time I got to 10, my erection felt like it could split wood.

Danielle climbed on the bed and patted the spot beside her. “Come on.”

I moved to her, and she grinned at me. “I like this new information. I like knowing what gets you off.”

She pushed me onto my back. I laid there with my dick pointed at the ceiling. She climbed aboard and lowered her wet pussy onto me an inch at a time. As her heat engulfed me, I gritted my teeth to keep my focus.

I was beyond turned on. The surprise spanking and her excitement was a heady combination.

When I was deep inside her, she started to rock. Her eyes drifted shut, and she placed her hands on my shoulders.

“I like how hard you are. How deep you are. I like that my hand stings, but I bet your ass stings worse. Am I right?”

“Yes,” I said, reaching up to grab her tits. I squeezed her nipples, and she moaned. Her hips moved faster, and her pussy quivered around me.

I held my breath and thrust up under her. Every motion made my ass thump with pain, but it was a serious turn-on. Her pussy was squeezing me just right, pushing me closer to coming.

She continued to rock slowly, looking very pleased.

“I’ll have to spank you more often.”

I groaned.

She moved a bit faster, and then her cunt was spasming around me, squeezing me like a fist. She cried out, grabbing my hands, which still cupped her breasts.

She opened her eyes and squeezed my dick with her internal muscles. My abused ass pounded in time with my runaway pulse.

I came, giving her what she wanted: a loud messy orgasm as a result of her perfect spanking.

“You’re such a bad boy,” she said, leaning over me with a smile.

“Yes. But if that’s your response, I plan to be bad way more often,” I told her.