This is going to be fun, Mitch thought, amused, as he grabbed her hand and pulled her over to the couch.
Chapter Eight
Before she knew it, Hannah found herself lying face down over Mitch’s hard thighs, his big hand pushing her shirt up. Wiggling in mortification, she shoved her long, loose hair out of her face as she turned her head to look up at him. “What are you doing?” she asked even though she thought she knew. She may never have had a spanking before, but she definitely knew she was currently in the right position for one. Odd how the idea didn’t scare her. Even though she knew Aunt Mary never would have asked Mitch to look out for her if she thought he was capable of causing her harm, she should at least feel a frisson of alarm over what he intended. Instead, her body clenched with the thrill of anticipation, something she was slowly becoming accustomed to.
“I’m going to show you how much fun ass play can be,” Mitch answered as he stroked her buttocks over her panties.
“But, that’s…” She stuttered to a stop trying to come up with the appropriate adjective.
“Arousing, exciting?”
“Indecent,” she snapped back not caring for the accuracy of his definition despite her elevated arousal.
“Bullshit. Touching your ass is no more indecent than arousing you by touching your breasts or your pussy.” Mitch slapped her right buttock hard enough to sting, not hard enough to hurt. “You agreed to sex on my terms, Hannah. Are you ready to call it quits so soon?” She was good at meeting challenges head on, but he found himself holding his breath as he waited to hear what she would do with that one.
If her body hadn’t responded with a warm surge of pleasure when he gave her that stern, no-nonsense look, if he hadn’t slapped her butt, if that small sting hadn’t turned to a warm, arousing burn and if that burn hadn’t made her sheath sit up and take notice, her answer would have been an automatic yes and a blatant lie. Instead, she answered truthfully. “No, I don’t want to call it quits.”
Ignoring the relief that damn near made him light-headed, Mitch pushed her shoulders back down before giving her other cheek a swat. “Taking into consideration that this is your first spanking, I’ll go lightly.” He swatted her again and then again, keeping them light, waiting until she relaxed before sharpening them.
He didn’t have long to wait. Within moments she was laying her head on her folded arms on the seat, a dreamy look on her face that he simply couldn?
??t let be. Bracing one hand between her shoulders in preparation for her resistance, he lowered her panties to mid-thigh, baring her slightly pink buttocks. Christ but she had a world class ass, one he would love to see encased in a tight pair of jeans.
The cool air-conditioned air wafting over her warm, bare cheeks roused Hannah from her lust induced stupor, but Mitch’s hand between her shoulders kept her pinned in place. She was still reeling from the way his stinging slaps had aroused her, how quickly the small nip of pain had changed to a large bite of pleasure. Now she was astonished to discover that being held immobile by him was also a turn on, that letting him decide whether she should suffer through more of this rather than her struggling with the decision made this strange, new experience much more enjoyable. “Mitch,” she moaned, refusing to balk at being exposed even though she really wanted to. She did not have a small bottom by any means and the mortification over her position was almost a deal breaker. Almost, but not quite, thank God. “This is…”
“If you say wrong, I’m going to be very angry with you, Hannah,” Mitch warned her as he fondled her rosy buttocks in an attempt to heighten her arousal even further. From the moisture dampening her slit, her body was definitely not opposed to what he was doing.
“I was going to say embarrassing. My butt isn’t exactly small.”
“It’s perfect for me.” How could she think her ass was anything but sheer perfection? Mitch took his time enjoying her, relishing the position he put her in and her response to his tantalizing caresses. He lightly ran his fingers over her buttocks, glided down her crack to the top of her thighs then began the teasing journey back up. When she was totally relaxed from his soothing caresses, he slapped one bare cheek, this time harder than before, then followed up with a slow swipe up her slit. As he’d hoped, she shuddered in pleasure, laid her head back down and waited to see what he’d gift her with next.
Hannah cried out with the next swat, the pain sharper but the ensuing pleasure was keener. The swats came faster after that, each one followed by a teasing touch to her core. Every time he came back to her butt, leaving her sheath aching for that final touch, his slaps were a little harder, hotter and more painful. Her blood warmed right along with her buttocks, her body melting over his, those fleeting caresses equivalent to striking a match then quickly blowing it out before it turned into a flame. Then he switched to three swats before following with a longer, deeper caress until her mind was awash with the mixture of painful pleasure. Her throbbing cheeks felt hot. Her sheath pulsed with ratcheting arousal, her hips shifting automatically, lifting to greet the next slap before pressing against his thick thighs in an attempt to relieve the ache he was responsible for. Unable to keep quiet, she turned eyes she knew revealed her desperation up to him. “Mitch.”
“Say please, Hannah.” Mitch knew he shouldn’t push her, her response was everything he could have hoped for, but he couldn’t resist.
“You want me to beg?” she asked incredulously.
“Well, yes, eventually. But for now, a simple ‘please’ will suffice.”
She was too desperate to argue, but she refused to look away from him as if in shame. “Please.” His smile of pleasure warmed her as much as the next swat did, pleased her as deeply as the feel of his finger penetrating her vagina, finding that special spot and stroking it over and over. And then he was simultaneously peppering her cheeks with short, lighter slaps and rubbing her clitoris between his fingers until the heat, the pain and the pleasure all blended together into one big explosion of mind robbing ecstasy.
She was staying the night. Hannah stood in Mitch’s shower, her body bombarded from all angles with warm blasts of water from four different shower heads as she contemplated how she felt about that. Thankfully, he hadn’t given her a choice in the matter, which quickly alleviated any decision making on her part. It was either agree or their affair would end before it had barely begun. So far, other than the mind-blowing pleasure, that was what she liked best about their arrangement. She didn’t understand why she practically melted when he dictated to her. Her marriage had been one of mutual respect, but major decision making with their everyday lives was done by Caleb. He would discuss anything that concerned them as a couple with her, but anything regarding the farming business he conducted with his father and brothers or the finances were controlled by him. He would share the information with her, but she had been raised to defer to her husband in such matters. In their marriage bed, he had always been solicitous, asking if she was in the mood before initiating sex then asking her afterward if he made her as happy as she made him. Of course, not knowing any better, she said yes.
Now, she valued her independence too much to allow any man to control her life. Instinctively, she knew she wouldn’t like it if Mitch tried to dictate to her outside of anything but sex. She liked struggling with day to day decisions, liked finding ways to deal with problems that suited her and being independent. If she made mistakes, they were hers to make and hers to deal with. But when it came to this affair she had agreed to, she relished his control. His demands left her no time to wallow in moral indecision, no space to worry about her inexperience and no choice but to obey or end it. After spending the best part of her days struggling to adjust and fit in with the modern world, leaving all the decisions concerning sex up to him was an enormous relief, one that fed her responses to his sexual demands.
Hannah closed her eyes and leaned her head back, letting the upper showerhead spray down over her face. Her whole backside still throbbed, but she found the warm pulse of her cheeks oddly exciting still, a telltale remnant of the pleasure her first spanking gave her. A second later, she was startled to hear the glass door slide open and see Mitch step in. Flustered, she attempted to cover herself, but the slight elevation of his brow and his softly drawled, “Really?” told her how ludicrous that was.
“I suppose showers fall under your sexual preferences, therefore under your control?”
“Pretty much since anything that has to do with your body and pleasure is up to me.” Lathering up his hands, Mitch started at her tense shoulders and slowly worked his way down, soaping her breasts thoroughly while asking, “What were you thinking so seriously about?”
Hannah found it difficult to concentrate, especially when he pulled on her nipples, but when that erotic tug turned into a painful pinch, making her yelp, she answered quickly, “I was just thinking how much I like you making all the decisions about sex, but how much I wouldn’t like you, or anyone for that matter, trying to take over my life. Which doesn’t make sense to me.”
It made a lot of sense to Mitch and pleased him even more than he thought such a simple admission from her would. “Some people, men as well as women, find dealing with sex stressful, especially if they lead a stressful life. It could just be a matter of you needing to relinquish control over a part of your life so you can give your full attention to other areas. Don’t over think your reaction to us or look for explanations, Hannah. If it feels right, go with what I’m offering you. If, or when it doesn’t, there’s no reason we can’t be friendly neighbors.”
Hannah went with Mitch’s advice, mostly because it was too hard to think about anything when he was standing naked before her, his erect penis poking her abdomen, one sudsy hand moving around to fondle her butt, the other cupping her between her legs.
“Oh, God,” she moaned when both hands moved between her, the one in back stroking between her cheeks. The startling contact with her private back hole had her gasping, her first reaction to move away from such a foreign, taboo touch, but with the marbled wall behind her and Mitch in front of her, she had nowhere to go.