swatted the sexiest and most petite bubbled ass in creation, she cried out in shocked pain, and then let out a breathy and sexy little sigh of sweet pleasure. I could scent how much her liquid arousal increased from that firm spank and it made my cock twitch. Her back arched, and she went up on her toes as she raised her ass higher, then she wiggled it in invitation for another.
“You are so naughty. You want me to spank you like some trollop?” I asked teasingly, but with a note of burning lust tinged with awe in my tone of voice, as I softly caressed those tight and supple bubbled globes.
She said breathily, which was quite sultry given her normal throaty tone of voice, “I have been naughty, Sam. I’ve been waiting in here all morning, wanting to be used and taken by you.”
I swatted her ass again, and her gasp of shocked pain from the sting almost immediately turned into a breathy moan of pleasure. My cock twitched again. She knew there was no point in hiding her enjoyment of it, not with two shifters as mates, so she threw herself into it totally. She was more than submissive, she was shamelessly submissive, and sexier and more alluring than any woman had a right to be.
She said dreamily, “Yes, harder, spank me harder. Even good girls need a spanking, but I’ve been a bad girl. I need to be disciplined, used, and I don’t care where. I just need your cock in me, my mate.”
I ordered, “Grab the lip of your desk, stick your ass up higher, and don’t you dare move.”
By the time my words faded, she’d already done it, and her respiration was quick and excited. Her scent was filled with anticipation, lust, and wanton need. The pleasure she got from this, from being bent over and spanked, was only a little bit about the pain and vibrations from her stinging ass reaching her clit and being transformed to a dirty mix of pleasure and pain. The true thrill of it for her was in the submissive act of being spanked by her mate, of giving herself wantonly to those naughty needs, and the thrill of the naughty act itself. The thrill of eagerly bending over and not moving, the incredible feeling of vulnerability mixed with deep and unquestioning trust as she gave over everything to my control.
That’s what got her off. Well, that and knowing how much Ginny and I liked it, she was thrilled to be a vessel of pleasure for us. Much like I was being for her, by being dominant and aggressive, two things I’d never do if she didn’t get off on it.
She was set, so I reached down and firmly dragged my fingertips back up her legs, dragging the material of her skirts up and around her sexy hips. Her glistening sex winked at me, her dark pink silken folds on a sexy little mound peaking between her bubbled ass cheeks. She was soaked for me, and I could see dirty little rivulets of liquid arousal running down the inside of her thighs.
I growled, “No panties?” as I swatted her ass again, that time on bare flesh.
She trembled slightly as she let out a wild gasp, then her body trembled and vibrated, and her little whimper and mewl of pleasure told me she was close to the edge, but she hadn’t been able to make herself fall over it into bliss.
I unbuckled my pants and pushed it down. The relief of taking my cock out its confinement was wonderful, it’d been straining hard against my pants, painfully so. She drove me insane.
She said sultrily, “A good mate should always be ready to pleasure her mates. Plus, it made me feel like a naughty and sexy slut, imagining your reaction when you discovered I’d been wet all day, without panties, just waiting for you to come take me. To fuck me. To use me as you will.”
I growled in a way I knew would make her tingle, and I spanked her one more time.
She let out an extremely loud cry of pain and pleasure, and her whole body was vibrating on the edge of ecstasy. Her scent told me she was desperate to go over, but she was also loving the fact she hadn’t yet, drawing out the game between us.
That’s when I gripped her hips firmly with both hands, and I impaled myself into her hard and fast.
She screamed, and