As Sara and I lay in the bed I usually shared with my boyfriend, our tender kisses became more passionate, our bodies awakening to the simmering desire that lingered between us as the afterglow turned into a rekindled flame. Lips parted, tongues met, and hands began to roam, exploring familiar territory with renewed fervor.

"You make me so horny, Emma," Sara blurted out, her cheeks flushing. "I've never masturbated as much, not even as a teen, as I do now because of the sexy photos and videos you send me. And our sexting..." She bit her lower lip and moaned, "Mmmm."

Her words sparked a memory of us sexting about her putting me across her knee for being a naughty girl and teasing her. I was naturally submissive, so taking the lead with Sara was out of my comfort zone, but it had been unexpectedly pleasurable. Her dominant tendencies that she has confessed to me in our text conversations intrigued me, and I had often teased her about wanting to spank me. In the heat of the moment, I felt bold enough to explore that dynamic.

A naughty smile played on my lips. "Do you want to spank me now?"

Her eyes widened, and she asked uncertainly, "You would want that?"

"Absolutely," I replied, my voice confident. " I trust you. I want you to take control."

Sara sat up on the bed, her eyes fixed on me, her body language conveying her eagerness to indulge in the playful suggestion.

"Okay," Sara said with a sly grin.

I stood up from the bed, my heart racing at the thought of feeling her delicate palm against my skin. With trembling hands, I fumbled to shed my jeans, nearly tripping over myself. Her soft giggle turned into a full laugh, and I couldn't help but join in.

"Come here," she said, patting the space beside her on the bed. Sara didn't dwell on my clumsiness, which I appreciated, as it was one of my traits that made me feel self-conscious.

Wearing only my fiery red thongs, I crawled onto the bed on all fours, my chest rising and falling with every breath.

I felt her warm palms press against my full buttocks, her touch gentle and appreciative. "You have such a porn ass," Sara whispered. "I love it."

I knew exactly what she meant. Sara had fallen in love with my body from the moment I undressed in front of her—my perky breasts, protruding pussy lips, and curvaceous ass. She had often compared me to women in porn, but she saw me as more beautiful because I was all natural, tangible, and hers to explore.

Her hands stroked my cheeks, her thumbs gently massaging the firm flesh. I felt desired, wanted, and cherished, knowing that she found all of me irresistible, even if I was self-conscious about my supposed imperfections.

"Are you sure you want this, Emma?" Sara asked.

I looked over my shoulder and met her gaze, my body humming with excitement. "Yes, I want this," I said, making sure my tone left no doubt.

"Okay," Sara breathed, lifting her left hand before bringing it down with a sharp smack against my bare skin.

The sting of her palm on my right buttock sent a rush of sensations through me. Heat and vibrations radiated from the point of impact, spreading like wildfire through my body straight to my core. It was a delicious combination of pleasure and mild pain, a sensation I desired to share with her.

Noticing her hesitation to continue, I said, "Don't hold back. I want more."

Sara's eyes lit up as she raised her hand again, ready to deliver another exhilarating spank. As the next strike landed, a soft gasp escaped my lips, my body squirming slightly, my skin tingling with the aftermath of the hit.

"Oh, yes," I moaned, genuinely enjoying the sensation of both pain and pleasure mingling together.

Sara's confidence grew as she saw my reaction, and she continued to deliver firm, controlled whacks. Her hands left a warm, tingling sensation on my skin, with each swat building up the heat, both from the impact and my arousal. I craved more, and Sara seemed to sense it, her strikes becoming more insistent and demanding as we both lost ourselves in the experience we both longed to explore.

As the intensity grew, the pain melted into a haze of pleasure, blurring the lines between agony and ecstasy. The quick, biting burns of her palms against my sore skin were followed by the soothing caress of her fingers—a delicate balance that kept me on edge, wanting, needing, and surrendering as I drifted into subspace.

"Did that hurt?" Sara asked, her voice tinged with concern, as she paused after delivering a particularly harsh strike.

"It hurt, but in the best way," I replied, my voice hushed. "Keep going."

"But your butt is turning quite pink," Sara noted, her fingers gently tracing the marks left behind. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yes," I assured her, a soft smile on my lips as I looked back at her. "Sir spanks me much harder than that."

Mentioning my boyfriend, whom I call Sir when we roleplay, Sara's eyes narrowed, a shadow passing over her face before she quickly masked it with a forced smile.

She gave one more hesitant slap, as if testing the waters, before her hand connected with my swollen flesh again, this time with more confidence and force. My body hungrily welcomed each subsequent hit, craving more of her tease. The stings intensified, leaving me dizzy with suffering desire.

The rush of endorphins overwhelmed my senses, and my clit pulsed in rhythm with each whack, my juices no doubt leaving a dark spot on my thongs. But I still longed for more and sought to give her the confidence to explore this side of herself that she had kept hidden for so long.

"Harder," I urged. "I can take it."

Sara seemed to gather her courage, and the next smack struck with dominant force, Sara seemed to gather her courage, and the next smack struck with dominant force, eliciting a raw gasp from me like the wind being knocked out of me.

The sensations were electrifying, and I craved them more than my next breath. I arched my back and pushed my hips back, hoping she would continue.

"More," I begged, my voice raspy.

Sara gave me what I asked for, her moans blending with mine as she delivered each swat with greater force. I squirmed and writhed under her touch, my skin prickling with a delectable burn.

Then she came to a halt, and I felt her gentle fingers trailing across the heated, throbbing glutes. "Look how red your ass is," Sara whispered, her voice filled with wonder and satisfaction.

I looked back, glimpsing the flush across my buttcheeks. Her passion had left an imprint on my body, and I hoped the purple-blue marks that would undoubtedly appear would last long enough for my boyfriend to return home, allowing me to show them off to him.

"How did it feel?" Sara asked.

"It felt amazing. But I want more."

"Me too," Sara murmured, hooking her fingers into the waistband of my red thong, slowly sliding it down my legs, exposing my shaved, salivating pussy.

Her fingers dug into my hips as she leaned in, her wide tongue tracing my pronounced labia before diving between them, lapping up my cream with enthusiasm.

"Oh, fuck," I moaned, my hands gripping the sheets tightly as Sara slurped up my juices as if she had been starving for them.

My breathy whimpers echoed throughout the room as she feasted on me, my clit aching and swelling with urgent need. All I could think about was how badly I wanted her to take me over the edge. Nothing else mattered.

Sara teased every inch of my swollen lips, her tongue flicking and stroking, sending waves of pleasure cascading through my body like a symphony of electric currents. But she evaded the spot where I wanted her the most, her tongue dancing around it, teasing me, making my engorged bud ache.

I wanted to ask her, no, beg her to make me cum, but I held back, not wanting to break the silent power struggle between us. It was as if we were both waiting for the other to give in first.

As she pulled away, I took a sharp breath, my body pulsing with want as I struggled to keep control. Sara paused for a moment, taking in the sight of my bare, bruised buttocks, before her hand connected with my skin again.

The punishing slaps landed with a satisfying sound, echoing through the room. Her free hand dipped between my legs, two of her fingers dipping into my drenched depths before withdrawing slowly, spreading my sticky arousal over my pulsing pearl.

The sensations contrasted beautifully—sting of her palm against my raw bottom gave me a burning jolt, while the soothing slickness of her fingers teasing my convulsing core drove me insane with lust.

My body trembled and bucked, caught in the push and pull, creating a delicious tension that had me squirming and bucking beneath her touch. It was a sensory overload that set my nerves on fire. I wanted to feel everything, to experience the full range of pleasure and pain, and to surrender to her control.

Pulling out her fingers coated in my nectar, Sara pressed the fingertips against my quivering bud, rubbing it in slow, deliberate motions while her other hand continued to deliver unwavering blows to my ass, which was covered in red raised prints from her palm.

"Please," I begged, my voice barely audible, unsure whether I was pleading for a release or for her to continue this spellbinding torment.

The scorching heat between my thighs was a never-ending flood of desire that seeped into her touch. My body yearned for her, and Sara knew it, her fingers delving deeper, curling and stroking as the slaps became more daring, punctuated by my unrestrained moans, whimpers, and gasps.

My hips writhed in an exhausted attempt to find relief. But I was at her mercy. It was a heady, mind-bending thrill that shot through my veins with each slap and thrust, leaving me in a state of exhilaration and frustration like I'd never felt before.

I couldn't help but lean forward, press my cheek against the cool sheets, raise my ass invitingly, and offer myself completely to her. My fingers found my clit and rubbed circles, increasing the pleasure Sara was already giving me.

Her fingers worked in tandem with mine, her touch firmly planted as she stroked my G-spot, knowing exactly what I needed. With each sharp impact, she claimed more and more of me, branding me, molding me into a trembling mess submitted entirely to her will.

I wailed as the pleasure built, my fingers never slowing as she continued to deliver stinging smacks to my aching flesh, her fingers working their magic, coaxing me closer to the edge.

"That's it, baby. Cum for me," Sara muttered.

I cried out, my body convulsing as the euphoria exploded, her fingers relentlessly stroking the flames of my desire. The vibrating blows added fuel to the intoxicating inferno raging within me.

As I slowly came down from my high, I collapsed on the bed, my body spent and satisfied, a sheen of sweat covering my skin as I tried to catch my breath. Sara moved beside me, her fingertips trailing gently in soothing circles across my heaving chest, a satisfied smile on her lips.

"Being with you like this, I don't want it to end," Sara said, holding my gaze. "You know, I refer to you as my girlfriend."

I tensed up at her words, worried she expected more from me than I was ready to give. Noticing my reaction, she quickly added, "No, it's not like that. It's just easier to tell my friends I'm meeting up with my girlfriend than to explain I'm seeing the woman I sleep with."

She tried to downplay it, and I couldn't shake the feeling that she was still expecting more emotional investment from me than I was comfortable with. That was another clear red flag I brushed off, hoping that things would eventually fall into place between us.

To break the awkwardness that threatened to ruin my blissful haze, I kissed her before wrapping my arms around her and pressing my cheek to her chest so she couldn't see my face. I was never very good at hiding my emotions.

"I wish I could stay over," Sara said, her voice gentle. "Maybe I could arrange it—"

"Maybe next time," I cut her off, not wanting to keep her away from her husband any longer than necessary.

I wanted her husband to like me, especially since the initial plan was for us to get together as couples and swing. Leaving him alone to deal with the kids probably wouldn't leave the best impression. And, to be honest, I wasn't ready to take that step with her yet.

Her body stiffened, and I could sense the shift in Sara's mood as the playful atmosphere suddenly turned somber. "Yeah, you're right. I should go. It's getting late," she said.

I sat up, my heart sinking. "Are you sure? You don't have to leave just yet," I offered, hoping to extend our time together, even if just for a few more minutes.

Sara shook her head, a faint smile playing on her lips. With a sigh, she swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood up. She began gathering her clothes, slipping into them quickly, as if she tried to get away from me as soon as possible. I, too, reluctantly dressed.

I walked Sara to the door, where she turned to me, avoiding my gaze. Her hair was adorably messy, and I couldn't resist reaching out to tuck a stray lock behind her ear.

"You're so pretty," I said, my fingers caressing her cheek.

Sara blushed, a soft smile playing on her lips. "You're biased."

I leaned in and placed a tender kiss on her warm, soft lips, savoring the last taste of the connection we shared.

As she stepped out the door, I watched her go before closing the door, already longing for the next time we would be together.

After Sara left, I called my boyfriend, eager to share the details of our encounter.

"So, how was it?" he asked, his voice filled with anticipation.

"Amazing," I replied, a smile spreading across my face as I recalled the events of the afternoon. "She finally spanked me."

"Great!" he exclaimed, his voice brimming with excitement. "I know how much you've wanted that. So, tell me everything. Did it live up to your fantasies?"

My lips curled into a mischievous grin, a delicious shiver coursing through me as I relived every electrifying moment. "Oh yes, and then some. It was intense, passionate, and exactly what I needed."

I painted him a vivid picture of our time together, describing the sensations, the pleasure, and the connection we shared. He listened intently, his responses fueling my elation.

"But there's one thing I'm not sure how to feel about." I paused, unsure whether to share my concerns with him, thinking it was most likely my overthinking mind playing tricks on me.

"Tell me," he encouraged.

"She refers to me as her girlfriend to other people."

"How do you feel about that?" he asked, his voice gentle but restrained. 

"I worry she might have taken this for more than it is. And I have this weird feeling she isn't really interested in meeting you or having me meet her husband."

"You've been clear with her from the start. Maybe you're reading too much into this. You enjoy your time with her, right?"

"Yes," I admitted.

"So, be her girlfriend. I don't mind sharing you with her, even if she never joins us in bed, as long as she makes you happy."

As it later turned out, Sara wasn't as willing to share me with him or anyone else, but before everything blew up, we would have a few more times together.

"Have I told you that you're the best boyfriend ever?" I said, grinning.

He chuckled. "A couple of times." Then, more seriously, he added, "I mean it, Emma. Just enjoy it while it lasts. I'm not worried about us. I know how much you adore my cock, so I don't feel threatened."

"That's true," I laughed, then sighed. "I miss you."

"Miss you too. I'll be home soon."

We exchanged our "I love yous" and said goodbye. As soon as I hung up with my boyfriend, a message from her popped up on my screen.

"Thank you!" it read. "Seeing your red ass and watching you cum while I spanked you was such a thrill. It was the most erotic moment of my life."

A rush of heat spread through my body as I read her words. I couldn't help but smile, my heart fluttering at the memory of her touch, the sting of the spanks, and the pleasure that had washed over me.

I quickly typed a response, my fingers flying across the screen. "It was incredible. I loved every second of it. Can't wait to do it again."

Her reply came swiftly, her enthusiasm matching mine. "Me too! Already counting down the days."

I didn't bother to wash the bedding, wanting to hold on to the passion I shared with Sara.

When my boyfriend came home, we ended up having sex on those same sheets without giving it a second thought. Knowing I had been with her made him even more turned on, and it led to one of the best orgasms we both had in a long time.

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