Lessons must be learned and this one is a spanking good one

The Session by Stacy Reed Kendra left the office early this Friday. She had worked through lunch every day this week. Voyeur Jeans would run smoothly in her brief absence. Mary Ann would see to that. She was the finest assistant that Kendra had ever hired. She had, after all, introduced Kendra to the man of her dreams. It was only three in the afternoon, and blinding sunlight poured into the spacious living room of the beach house. The private hide-away was situated on a rugged cliff far above the clatter of Kendra's everyday concerns. The bay windows overlooked the tumultuous ocean. She tilted the Venetian blinds upward and a peaceful cool fell over the room and crept into her soul. She had placed a white leather sofa in the center of the living room for these precious moments. The tension of incessant board meetings, power lunches, and interviews melted. It first left her delicate toes, her supple legs, then her smooth torso, and at last her fine features. Kendra's arresting face, usually a canvas of ever-shifting expression, relaxed. Still, between her legs, she felt highly strung. In truth, Kendra was a bit miffed at Zack. She had known that he was on assignment, but nine o'clock? The dinner she'd ordered from Kim Son--the best Chinese restaurant in town--was cold and greasy by the time her lover had come home. On top of that, he had been so tired that he'd gone straight to sleep. He never did that! They'd been living together for five months, and occasionally spoke of marriage in quiet, joking tones. Despite Zack's attempts at levity, an undercurrent of earnest intention was becoming clear to Kendra. He often said that living with Kendra was like being on holiday. He added that everything, even tasks as mundane as doing laundry, was more fun with her. He was not all talk. Zack made love to her almost every night-- and some afternoons and mornings as well. Tonight she was indeed peeved, but his absence left a current of desire humming through her. She sighed and fell onto the sofa. She stroked one nipple through her tailored blouse until it rose to her nimble fingers and strained against the lace of her bra. Her hands disturbed the fluid drape of her skirt and searched out her gauzy white panties. She brushed her manicured fingertips lightly against the fabric. It was wet. Kendra imagined Zack sprawled across their sleigh bed. Being careful not to disturb his deep sleep, Kendra ran her fingers from the hollow at the back of his sturdy neck down to the gorgeous curve of his lower back. She left his tempting ass alone, because she would surely have to wake him if she ventured to caress the tan skin of his strong buttocks. Why not wake him? How selfish he had been not to tend to her desires! I should show him that I'm the boss around here as well as the office, thought Kendra. Yes, she mused, I should spank him, the lazy boy! She imagined her beautiful man sleeping innocently on their down mattress. She saw her wandering fingers drift down to Zack's firm cheeks. First, she only stroked him, but then she began to squeeze and knead his irresistible ass. She thought of Zack stirring like a dreaming child, thought of watching him stretch his well-muscled torso. But he had been presumptuous, thinking he could simply wander in late only to pass out! Kendra watched herself deliver a swift but teasing blow to her unsuspecting lover's tender ass. In the rich fields of her imagination, Zack woke suddenly. "What are you doing?!" he shouted. He twisted his torso to stare in shock at the rosy blush spreading across his left buttock. "Zack, make love to me," said Kendra. "Now." He stretched his perfect body and purred, "You know I love you. Please baby, I'm just so exhausted tonight." She leveled her commanding gaze at Zack. "I'm beginning to wonder if you're taking me for granted, darling. Besides, almost anyone could give me what I need. You, sweet thing, are to give me what I want." Zack shook the sleep from his eyes. He sat at attention and asked, "What would please you?" "That's better," Kendra teased. Zack bowed his head. "Really. I'll do anything." "Yes, Zack, you will," said Kendra. She reached for the calfskin driving gloves that were lying on her antique vanity. She pulled one onto her right hand and flexed her slender fingers. Kendra sat down gingerly on the edge of their bed. She patted her lap and said, "Bend over, Zack." Her gentle boyfriend sprawled across her thighs and poised his ass, still stinging from her first spanking, cautiously beneath Kendra's raised hand. "That's my good boy," she said. He grimaced as he heard her arm cutting through the air, but moaned in abandon when her strong hand landed like a butterfly on his chiseled butt and stroked it with a jeweler's reverence for a flawless diamond. Though her authoritative touch never left his gorgeous ass, Zack's penis quickly engorged with blood and Kendra could feel its insistent pulse beating against her creamy thighs. "Do you like that, my pet?" "Yes," he panted. "Kendra, please… Can't you feel how hard I am?" "Of course I can, but you are in no position to make demands… or pleas." She caressed the insides of his thighs. "Are you, Zack?" He lifted his splendid ass to her hypnotizing touch. "No," he answered. "Then don't try." She lifted her arm and brought down her gloved hand firmly against his upturned cheeks, smacking a warm glow into them. She spanked his inviting ass again, even harder. He jerked against the intoxicating jolt, then moaned tentatively when he felt her again stroking him lovingly. The contrast was maddening. Her fingers skipped over his glowing skin, hot beneath the leather of her gloves. Her eyes flew open. Keys rattling in the lock! Zack opened the door and threw his linen jacket on the brass coat rack. He looked at Kendra's mouth, formed around a tiny "O" of surprise. "What's up?" he asked. She swallowed. "I was just getting to the good part," she said and straightened her skirt. She suddenly lost interest in spanking. Now that the real Zack was standing before her, her irritation evaporated as quietly and quickly as the sun lifts dewdrops from a burdened petal. Now she began thinking of other things that she wanted to do to Zack, as well as a few things that she'd like for him to do to her. Like holding her in his strong arms forever. As he pulled his shirt over his head, the muscles in his back flexed enticingly. "The good part?" he echoed. "Oh." She gestured to the coffee table. "That book. It was just getting steamy." In fact, she hadn't read the first sentence of the romance novel. But he didn't know that. "Really?" He sat beside her and drew her to his broad chest. "Tell me about it." "Well," she began, "It was about a kept man who had inadvertently annoyed his wealthy mistress. So she had to spank him." "Hmm." Zack rose and stepped out of the new pair of tight jeans he had been given this morning for the session. He must have one hundred jeans now, she thought as her eyes traced the athletic curves of his legs. He wore no underwear, never had. Blushing, he said, "That is steamy," She tried to retain her composure. "How would you know?" He smiled at her and said, "I admit I don't know anything about it first hand, but I am willing to learn." "Prove it," she said and coyly patted her lap. He eased himself back onto the cool white leather and raised his haunches slightly. "Like so?" "Very nice," she murmured and slid her hand over his stunning ass. Her interest in spanking was instantly resurrected. She had longed to worship his darling buttocks this way, and was delighted that he wanted the praise as badly as she wanted to give it. Her palm came down against his skin, then again and again, until Kendra's swinging arm had fallen into beat with her heart. Though the blows came more swiftly, they were delivered with love. She rose from a reverie deeper than any fantasy when he started to whimper. She immediately began stroking his bare ass, trying to soothe him. "Oh no! Did I hurt you?" "Oh! Kendra, I loved it. I just can't take it any longer." He lowered his tingling cheeks and let his hard penis graze his lover's legs. "One more whack and I'll explode," Zack said as he rolled onto his back to prove it. His marvelous erection twitched with the rhythm of his blood. "In that case, I won't spank you again," she promised. Her fingers curled around him and he pushed into her soft fist. He groaned so loudly that she almost didn't hear the phone ring. Kendra reached toward the marble end table she'd had shipped from Florence. "Kendra Bell." "Kendra! It's Susan." "I've been paging you since noon!" Kendra's hand tightened around Zack's penis. He groaned even louder. "Who's that?" Susan asked. "Oh, sweetie... who do you think? Your best model, the one you scheduled a session with in the morning." "Tomorrow morning?" "I knew that you would remember. I want you to start earlier than planned. I want him photographed wearing Voyeur Jeans on the beach, and I want it at sunrise. The light will catch the platinum in his hair and the falling shadows will accentuate his muscles. You can shoot in front of my house," Kendra finished. "Damn! I was calling to ask if tomorrow afternoon would work. I forgot I had an assignment tonight when I scheduled with you. The ballet wants performance photographs, and I'll be downtown all night. I don't know how much good I'll be in the morning." Zack reached toward Kendra's blouse and cupped her breast in his hand. He squeezed her luscious flesh and fingered her rising nipple. That gave her an idea. "Why don't you come over before going out tonight?" she asked Susan. "Sunrise, sunset. The beach faces south. The sun travels its length, so it makes no difference." The photographer let out a sigh of relief. "You're the best, Kendra." "Oh Susan?" "Yes?" "Bring a lot of film." Kendra smiled at her angel and set the phone's receiver in its cradle. *** The doorbell rang as Zack was carefully securing his uncooperative penis in Voyeur Jeans. He was still fumbling with the top button when Kendra opened the heavy oak door. "That was fast," she said. "I called from my cellular," Susan replied. "So very pleasant to see you again," Susan said as she strode over to the model. He extended his hand. Susan's grasp was surprisingly firm. "Forgive me," Zack said and gestured to his bare chest. "I wasn't expecting a photography session tonight." "Me either," Susan said as she assessed his familiar body. Her eyes fell down his hairless chest to the top of his pants. "Don't worry with that last button," she added. "Yes, that is a good look, Susan. He looks so… rumpled, as if he's been having sex." Or getting spanked, Kendra thought. She loved the idea of having Zack photographed with his erection barely fading. Every time she opened Details, she'd remember how he had gotten so excited. "Let's go, you two. The sun will go down soon." The three walked down the steep incline along a twisting path almost obscured by verdant tangles of morning glory, the fragile flowers poised to unfurl at dawn. When they reached the secluded beach, Susan flipped the cap off the lens and checked the light. Warm waves lapped at her polished toes. "OK," Susan said. "Sell 'em, Zack!" Susan had been involved in the latest ad campaign at Voyeur Jeans since the beginning, and Zack had grown very comfortable working with her. He displayed a graceful ease and erotic fluency in his trim body's movements that other photographers rarely saw. As Susan began photographing him, his penetrating green eyes were on Kendra, even when he played shamelessly to the camera. She watched his penis stiffen fully beneath the expensive denim. Susan had no need to coax Zack. He knew exactly what he was doing, both with Kendra and the camera. He closed his piercing eyes and let his mouth fall open slightly. His full lips looked even more sensual parted, as if he had just been kissed. His tongue flicked his perfectly formed upper lip and darted across his lower teeth, like it did when he kissed her. Kendra watched him play to an imaginary audience of millions and felt a rush of pride course though her body. He was as beautiful on the inside as on the outside. How lucky she was to have Zack in her life! And how selfish she would have been not to share this breath-taking view with the rest of the world. She could be more generous still. "Zack," called Kendra. "Beautiful! Loosen the next button." The model spun on his bare heel and let Susan concentrate on capturing his now-famous ass on film. Susan almost dropped the camera when he turned to face her. Zack was deftly pushing the second steel button through the rough fabric. His raging erection threatened to burst its denim restraint. He had never become aroused during a session before, though Susan was devastatingly beautiful. He stared at Kendra and tugged teasingly at the third button. He turned again and gave Susan another candid look at the back of his toned thighs and his one-in-a-million ass. As Kendra watched, she thought of having Lloyd's insure it. Zack spun around with the third button undone. Kendra gasped and watched Susan lower the camera. "I don't think the magazines will run him like this, Kendra." "To hell with the magazines! Catch him in this light." The camera clicked as Zack pulled the fly open and exposed his magnificent penis. Susan captured every swivel and gyration of his hips as he squirmed out of the constricting jeans. Now that the film was spent, he stood virile in the disappearing summer light while Susan pretended that it was just another session with a typical model. Kendra saw that Susan was trying very hard to ignore the glistening brown hair that trailed from his navel to the base of his delicious penis, where it turned dark auburn. Susan was also undoubtedly trying to ignore the sparse golden hairs on his heavy testes. The nervous photographer pointlessly busied herself with the camera equipment. Kendra made no gesture at "proper" decorum. She walked toward her boyfriend and pulled his head toward her breasts, which ached for his touch. "Kiss me." As if they were alone, he unbuttoned her silk blouse and unclasped her sheer bra. Her breasts tumbled from the lacy cups into his waiting hands. It was Kendra's turn to moan as she felt Zack gently rolling her tight nipples between his fingertips. He pulled up her floral skirt and traced her inner thighs with one hand while the other played with her breasts. Finally he kissed her. Susan finished zipping up her leather satchel and asked softly, "Hey, Kendra? Can I play with him too?" Kendra placed Zack's hand between her friend's legs. Susan fell to her knees. He kissed first Susan's breasts and then Kendra's. As the women took turns with his agile tongue, Zack pleasured each of their pussies, as warm and wet as the dark sand smoothed by the rolling waves. Keeping one hand beneath Kendra's panties, Zack leaned into Susan's spread thighs and asked, "May I kiss her, Kendra?" Susan wore no panties. "Oh, please say yes," Susan begged as she closed her eyes. "I need to feel his tongue on... yes, there!" she cried as Kendra nodded at Zack and he licked her slick lips. The teasing drove Susan wild, and she clutched Zack's thick blond hair and held his soft mouth against her quivering groin. In her ecstasy, she seemed to have forgotten about Kendra until her eyes opened. "Oh, Kendra," said Susan. "He's even more amazing than he looks." "It gets better," Kendra assured her. She placed Susan's hand on one breast, let Zack continue stroking the other, and opened her legs even wider against his probing fingers. Even when he had licked Susan to climax, Zack's hand had never left Kendra. Now he concentrated on her exclusively, and waves of passion pounded through her pelvis harder than the breakers had ever crashed against the jagged boulders. Zack, exhausted but maddeningly excited, lay down on the pristine sand. His beautiful penis beckoned the two friends. While Kendra kissed Zack's face and traced the muscles of his chest, Susan slid onto him and reached even greater fulfillment. Watching Zack make love to Susan only aroused Kendra further, and she took his length into her eagerly after Susan was satisfied. Kendra gushed over him as one mind-shattering orgasm after another swept through her. She knew he couldn't have held back a second longer. Zack's entire body reverberated with the strength of his own climax as Kendra reached behind her to caress his taught balls and Susan licked his tender neck. Beneath the spinning Milky Way, their moans dissolved into soft, rhythmic breathing. Gulls dove hungrily at the foaming whitecaps as Zack held the two women, themselves no longer so hungry. The three dozed lightly in each other's arms under the rising moon until Susan had to leave. Though Susan would be working late, Kendra insisted that she come back to the beach house after the ballet. Maybe she could make a sunrise session after all. --- Stacy Reed's writing has appeared in Herotica 3, Herotica 4, and Herotica 5 as well as in First Person Sexual, The Oy of Sex, and Whores and Other Feminists. Reed has also contributed to Dare Magazine and Mind Caviar Magazine. She is currently a celebrity writer at Custom Erotica Source. To learn about her latest project, check out http://www.angelfire.com/celeb/girlplay