Free story Friday! Happy New Year everyone!

It’s a oldie but a goodie on free Friday! Next week I’ll be back with a spankin’ new story! I hope you all have a safe and happy new year! Happy reading. ~Mo


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Good Girl Spanking

You smiled at me as I stood nervously before you, naked but for the pair of high heels you’d instructed me to wear.  This was my first good girl spanking, you’d spanked me many times for punishment but this time was for pleasure and for some reason I was more nervous than I ever had been during previous spankings.

“Ready babygirl?” you asked.

“Yes sir,” I said softly, the pulse between my thighs increasing as I began to feel the moisture gathering at my core in response to your voice.

As I watched you climbed naked onto the bed, settling in the middle against the headboard. The breath caught in my throat when you held your hand out to me, I swallowed hard then breathlessly put my hand in yours and climbed onto the bed to settle across your naked thighs.

“You’ve been such a good girl this week baby, I’m proud of you.” You told me as your warm hand began to lightly caress my ass and the backs of my thighs. I shivered under your touch as the gentle stroking continued.

Slowly I began to relax until my head rested on my arms and my body melted into your lap. Then you began to spank me lightly. Soft slaps reigning down on my upturned bottom, the rhythm soothing.

As the spanking continued the swats slowly began to increase in intensity until a warm sting began to fill my bottom.  Then your hand stopped slapping down and instead began to rub all over my bottom and down the backs of my thighs again.

The feel of your hand rubbing over the slightly hot skin was exquisite, I moaned softly in response and moved my legs a little further apart. You immediately took my invitation and sank two fingers deep into my hot, wet core.

Your fingers worked in and out of me as your thumb rubbed my clit in a circular motion.  Soon the only sound in the room was my moans and the wet slide of your fingers. Just as I was about to cum, you stopped and started spanking me again…harder than before…the slaps landing low on my ass and jolting my clit.

I began to lift my bottom as if to meet your hand as the spanks grew harder and harder until pain and pleasure began to blend perfectly together.  I came almost immediately when you stopped spanking me to drive two fingers back into my pulsing channel, clamping down on you with a soft scream of release.

“Good girl,” you told me working your fingers and thumb to tease out the orgasm to the fullest and then you were spanking me hard and fast.

Its weird the spanking was just as hard as a punishment spanking but somehow it was completely different. Instead of crying and trying to evade your hand I sought it out and was soon begging, “Harder…please…harder…,”

You had rearranged me on your lap so my clit hit your knee with every spank and I greedily began to hump in time to the rhythm you were playing. I came again when you spread me wide and spanked me right on my weeping quim.

Then you moved fast, lifting me off your lap and to my hands and knees. I spread my legs wide and pressed my chest to the mattress. “Please…,” I begged needing you to fill my emptiness.

Your cock pressed against my opening and I lunged backwards to impale myself,  you held me fast preventing it and laughed, “Greedy girl. Who’s in control here?”

I whimpered, “You are Sir.”

“That’s right. I am, let me take care of you baby,” you said grabbing a flaming hot ass cheek in each and spreading me wide as you sank slowly inside.

I groaned as the broad head of your cock stretched my tender tissues, loving the feel of you filling me up. We both moaned when you bottomed out and your balls pressed against my opening as your thighs slapped against my tender backside.

You rested against me for a moment pressing kisses into the small of my back, both of us enjoying the feeling of being so intimately joined. Then you began to withdraw, with almost excruciating slowness, wringing a protest from my lips.

My reward for complaint was a barrage of firing spanks as you slammed back inside of me hard and fast. The head of your cock battering against my cervix sent me into orbit once again but you weren’t finished.

You began to hammer in and out of me in a relentless rhythm, continuing to spank me off on and ordering me to rub my clit.  It was almost too much, the pleasure seemed never ending as I shot from orgasm to orgasm, each one more intense than the one before.

As the storm began to build once more I was suddenly afraid it was too much, “I can’t!” I whimpered softly.

You withdrew and flipped me over to my back spreading my thighs wide as you hooked my knees over your arms, “Yes you can, you will give me everything I ask for. Do you know why?”

I looked up into your intense brown eyes and shuddered as I answered, “Because it belongs to you.”

“Yes it belongs to me and I will have it all,” you said before pounding back inside me, the new angle giving you access to new areas you hit with every thrust.  Every inward stroke also rubbed my sore bottom against the bed heightening my pleasure until everything inside me tightened down impossibly and then my back bowed as I shattered into a million fragments with a scream of your name.

“Good girl,” you said against my neck as you followed me over the edge, shooting stream after stream of your hot seed inside me.

I moaned softly as I felt your cum bathe my inner walls, my muscles spasming around your cock in an effort to milk you dry.

Still deep inside my you lifted off me and smoothed my hair away from my face, looking down into my eyes. No words were necessary, we smiled at each other knowingly before you leaned down to kiss me.

Holding me close you rolled to your back bringing me with you, careful not to lose our intimate connection.  I pressed a gentle kiss to your chest before snuggling in and drifting to sleep with the feel of you deep inside me.

Loving me…owning me…body and soul.

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Quinn nearly laughed out loud when she froze over his shoulder for the space of about ten seconds then began kicking and pounding on his back while she screamed like a banshee.

“You aren’t spanking me! You over grown wad of fur! Let me down this instant!” Kyra yelled while delivering a particularly vicious pinch to his exposed backside.

He responded immediately by slapping his hand down on her upturned bottom hard.

“Ouch! Asshat!” she yelled.

Quinn shook his head, “You just keep it up little girl. You are writing checks your bottom isn’t going to like in a few minutes.”

“Who do you think you are?” Kyra hissed over her shoulder.

He sat her down on her feet in front of him and looked down at her, “You know exactly who I am Kyra.”

“You’re the asshat that kidnapped me and is now threatening me with bodily harm! “She yelled up at him.

“Try again,” Quinn growled. “And no more of that kidnapping business you know good and well you hired me to kidnap you.”

He frowned when her jaw dropped in obvious shock, “What do you mean I hired you?”

“You came into my office at the beginning of the week and requested a tiger shifter to kidnap you and provide a weekend of passion. You paid four thousand dollars for the fantasy weekend.” He told her watching her face.

“Four thousand dollars! Are you insane, I’d never pay that kind of money for sex and I would not have picked a tiger…lord knows you aren’t my fantasy!” she said scathingly as she crossed her arms over her chest.

Quinn growled at her again, “You can deny it all you want to little mate, but you and I both know your body is creaming for me. I can smell it.”

He enjoyed the color that filled her face, “It is not! And don’t you call me mate!”

“Of course I’ll call you mate. That’s what you are and don’t lie to me. Lie to yourself all you want to but never lie to me,” Quinn said firmly.

“I’m not lying but if I wanted to I would! You aren’t the boss of me!” Kyra said sullenly.

Quinn began to stalk towards her once more, the intoxicating scent of her arousal filling his nostrils despite her denial to the contrary.

Kyra retreated with his every step forward then she seemed to shake herself and stepped towards him with a glare, shaking her small fist at him, “Stop stalking me! You’re making me nervous!”

“Good. You should be nervous,” Quinn told her with a feral grin.

“Asshat!…ohh!” she cried as he finally lost patience and pounced again, going down on one knee and tossing her over the upturned one. “You can’t do this!”

“I not only can, I will…you will learn not to lie to your mate and you certainly will not call me names,” he told her as he worked the ugly tweed skirt up over her hips then pulled her panties down her writhing legs and completely off.

“You aren’t my mate!” Kyra yelled.

“Yet another lie,” he said as he brought his hand down hard low on the under curve of her bottom making her yelp. Quinn brought his hand down ten times hard in the exact same spot.

“Ooohooo! Please…oww…not the same place…oowww!” she cried getting desperate to escape his punishing palm. He obliged her by giving the other side the exact same treatment. By the time the tenth swat had fallen she was hanging limply over his knee and sobbing softly.

Forcing himself to be firm he spread her legs on either side of his and sank two fingers into her wet heat.

“Oooh!” Kyra cried out and her back bowed in response to his intrusion.

“Do you still try to deny your body is weeping for my possession?” Quinn asked her as he drove his fingers in and out of her increasingly tight body.

“I…oh…I…noooo…oooh…please…” Kyra begged.

He smiled and rubbed is thumb across her swollen little clit as his fingers continued to plunge in and out of her until she gave a small scream of pleasure and shuddered over his thigh.

“Good girl,” Quinn told her patting her hip lightly before lifting her to her feet. “Let me show you to your room.”

A very subdued Kyra followed him as he grabbed her bag and lead her into the house, showing her to the guest room.

She looked up at him obviously a little confused but also relieved for the respite from his company when she shut the door in his face with a decisive click.

Quinn smiled to himself, he was hard and aching to possess her but he was going to do his best to woo her a little before claiming her completely. It would be difficult to do but worth it in the long run.

So despite every instinct demanding he make her his, he would wait.


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Laurel’s skirt was tossed to the small of her back, the ends secured in the waistband. She gasped when his fingers hooked in the elastic of her panties and ripped them off her body.


“Goddess,” A firm hand held her in place, while his free hand began to pepper her exposed backside with stinging heat.

“Owww … Mark …  please … this is hardly the place …”

“I didn’t chose the location, Goddess, you did. I believe we made a date for Saturday night. Where were you?”

“I’m sorry … I know I should’ve waited and talked to you …  but … I just …” Laurel finished quietly, really having no idea what to say.

“Wrong answer my little coward,” he wrapped an arm about her waist and began to spank in earnest, not stopping until her back sagged in surrender and she gave a telltale hiccupping gasp.

Keeping her face to the corner, Mark moved behind her, releasing her hair from its tight bonds. He smiled as it cascaded down her back in jubilant freedom, then he leaned in to inhale its scent, before steeling himself to finish the lesson.

Laurel’s eyes shot behind her when she heard the tell-tale sound of him unbuckling his belt.

“No Mark! You can’t!”

“Hide and watch little girl!” he said as he pulled the belt free and doubled it. “Ten licks, count them Goddess.”

She was shocked at the rush of heat that centered between her legs at the sight of the belt in his hands. Laurel licked her dry lips, as she realized how much she wanted this, how much she needed it.

Mark braced a hand on the small of her back then snapped the belt down firmly across the lower curve her of bottom.

Laurel arched her back with a hiss at the stinging line of fire left in the belt’s wake, “One.”

The ten licks were delivered quickly all along the under curve of her backside; Mark wanted her to remember this moment each time she sat down for the rest of the day.

When the last stroke fell Laurel counted it out in a shuddered whisper and he dropped the belt at their feet.

Then, his hands moved beneath the prim white shirt, to free her tortured breasts. As they sprang free, he caught them, tweaking the nipples as he pressed himself against her hot bottom.


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