Spank or Treat…Missy Sue’s First Spanking
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Missy Sue sat stared in dismay at the array of colorful candy wrappers littering the coffee table. Next door, the party raged on, the strains of “Dead Man’s Party” wafting across the narrow hard between their homes. Best neighborhood Halloween gathering ever, but what had been in the punch? The dry ice fog hovering over the bubbling green bowl had drawn her to indulge in its sweet goodness a few too many times. Whatever it held, she’d forgotten her resolve—and her bet with Kevin.
The slam of the front door sent her heart into thudding overdrive, and she leapt to her feet and gathered the red, blue, yellow, and orange empties together and stuffed them under the sofa cushion then raced upstairs. Why had she ever thought such a wager a good idea?
Sure, she wanted to lose a few pounds, but to swear off chocolate on Halloween? The one day a girl could dress up in a sexy witch costume and gobble mini candy bars by the dozen with minimal guilt? The costume was a size larger than last year, but avoiding her favorite treats wasn’t going to make it smaller.
She’d clearly been insane.
Racing up the stairs, she considered her options. Coming clean had ceased to be one when she hid the evidence. So that left distraction and pretending to be asleep. The shiny black stilettoes she’d trotted around in all night made escape a challenge when one traitorous spike heel caught on the rug at the top of the stairs, sending her flying onto hands and knees. How appropriate, considering the penalty for losing her bet.
Missy Sue cursed under her breath, scrambling to her feet. A low chuckle from the living room added an element of fright. Why was he laughing? Had she neglected to hide a wrapper or two?
Were there any candy bars left at all? She might have missed one or two in the bottom of the bowl by the front door. She could sneak down later and….What the hell is wrong with me? A creak on a bottom step. No time to change into her sleep tee…narrowing her options to one. Flicking on the light on her side of the bed, she smoothed her tight violet bodice and fluffed out the short flared skirt. Distraction it is.
“Is that you, Kevin?” She thrust sensuality into her tone and licked a bit of melted chocolate from the corner of her lip. “Come on up here, and let’s celebrate for real, darlin’.”
“On my way, Missy.”
She pulled off her tiny panties and arranged herself on the bed, legs parted just wide enough to let him see…distraction. The purple and black striped stockings clung to the tops of her thighs. “I’ve been waiting for so long, baby.” Fake, loud yawn. “I was afraid I’d be asleep and we wouldn’t get to spend any time alone together.”
Kevin loomed in the doorway, his tall, toned figure masked by the teddy bear costume he wore. Despite her terror, she stifled a giggle. It took a secure man to appear in public in ragged brown plush. She’d tormented him, too. And after he had the guts to live up to his lost wager. Three days short of a year without cigarettes, he’d caved, and she’d held him to his promise. When he’d given them up last Halloween, he’d sworn if he failed to make it to the next, he’d allow his nephew to pick his costume.
The kid was three.
But as usual, her boyfriend came through like a champ and not only wore the costume to take the little one trick or treating, he kept it on through the neighbor’s party. The only six-foot-two teddy in town, probably. It hadn’t been easy to find the costume.
Her heart swelled, remembering him holding little Bobby’s hand as they went door to door. What a sport. And how could she not adore a man who loved kids and pets and kept his word. She beamed at him, more in love than ever.
He beamed back, a twinkle in his eye. “Anything you want to tell me, Missy?”
Crap, did he know? Remembering his gallant and honorable evening dressed as a ratty bear, she fought back the guilt at her deceit. Not that she had a history of welching on their bets, but this one had an especially difficult penalty. One she’d avoided for the three years of their relationship.
Overconfident, she’d allowed Kevin to set the penalty. And therein lay the rub.
“No, so why don’t you get out of that old bear suit and come over here.” Missy Sue thrust her chest forward in the bodice, willing her less-than-bountiful breasts to draw his discerning eye. “I’ll let you take my costume off, too, if you like?”
His eyes became serious, but the corner of his mouth twitched. “No, I think I’ll stay like this for a bit longer. It’s kind of chilly in here, and this fake fur is warm.”
“Want me to turn up the heat?” Missy Sue bent one knee…would he notice the results of her trip to the salon that afternoon?
“No.” Kevin sank to the edge of the mattress and rested a paw on her ankle. His narrowed gaze sent chills down her spine. “I want you to come clean. Did you or did you not eat any Halloween candy?”
Missy Sue parted her lips, prepared to lie and avoid the humiliation and pain of the selected forfeit, then, looking at the big rounded years on top of her sexy boyfriend’s head, she let out a long sigh. “How did you know?”
Kevin held up his other hand—paw—and let Kit Kat and Snickers wrappers scatter around her. How many mini bars did equal one regular sized one anyway? Five? Ten? Twenty?
“I sat down on the couch, and the cushions crinkled.”
Missy Sue hung her head in shame. “I should have admitted it right away, but I was scared.”
The big brown bear hopped up and did a little dance. She choked back a laugh. “This night gets better and better. You almost never lose our bets. In fact, this may be my first win.
Another reason she’d allowed him to set the penalty. She’d never expected to lose.
“Okay.” She stood and bent over the edge of the bed. “Go ahead and let’s get this over with.”
Kevin laughed as well, deep baritone that left no question of his masculinity. That damn chuckle melted her every time. And even while her heart thudded in her ears, her nipples hardened just under the edge of the tightly-laced bodice.
A long moment passed. Anticipation built. “Come on, Kevin. Whack me so we can get undressed and really have fun.”
“Baby, this is fun.” His sincere brown eyes gazed out of the surrounding headpiece, topped by the ridiculous ears, very confusing. Should she be turned on by her ripped and toned boyfriend or appalled by the costume?
Shit, of course it would be fun to him. He’d tried to introduce spanking into their sex life from the very beginning. But she’d either panicked or laughed and ruined the moment. “Are you seriously going to put me over your fake-fur covered lap and spank me?”
In reply he grabbed her wrist, and she belly-flopped into position. Head dangling on one side, legs on the other, she tried not to overreact. Deep, slow breaths.
Kevin flipped her skirt up and whistled. “Oh, baby, you waxed.” Even through the bulky suit, his interest bumped against her belly. “And no panties. You weren’t like this all night were you?”
Missy Sue blew out a breath. “Of course not. You know what a perv Ned next door is. He’d have found a way to cop a feel if I had.”
“That bastard, over my dead body he’d cop a feel of any part of you.” His furry palm rested on her bare ass cheek, much softer than the back of the suit where she’d had contact while zipping him up. Silky. And nothing like that would hurt her. A fake fur bedspread had possibilities…or one of those mittens designed to rub over bare skin..?
Still, the fear that had made her refuse his previous suggestions that they make spanking part of their love life simmered under the layer of excitement. She bit her lip so she wouldn’t beg him to stop, not to do this. It might change things between them for him to whack her on the ass. And it would certainly change them for the worse if she refused to honor her word. Missy Sue tried to still the trembling of her arms and legs, to no avail.
“You okay, Missy?”
She swallowed hard and nodded. Unlike her, Kevin often lost their bets and as indicated by the surprisingly erotic fake fur under her belly between the corset and skirt…he always kept his word. He rubbed circles on her bare cheek, one then the next, so slow and sensual,
Missy Sue would just have to grin and bear it.
“Ready, Teddy!” Her giggle cut off when his paw slammed into her right cheek with blunt force. “Ouch!”
“Don’t call me Teddy. I believe that will add another ten swats to the ten I was already going to give you.”
Noooo. Missy fought the urge to call him that again out of sheer cantankerousness. She lost. “Teddy.” Thud. “Owww, I’m sorry!”
“No, you’re not. Not really.”
He spanked on alternating cheeks, four on each. Not too bad, though. And the scuff of the soft fur against her skin sent heat straight to her newly-bare pussy. She held her breath as a rip of Velcro filled her ears.
Kevin’s bare fingers slid between her cheeks and down into her girly parts. “I needed to see what you really thought about the whole thing. Missy, you’re so wet.” He rubbed his thumb over her clit and she gasped. “I wish we could just go right to bed and take care of this. Wonder if you’re even sweeter than usual.”
“Huh?” She squirmed, trying to make him touch her more, desperate for him.
“All that candy you ate.” He slipped one finger into her channel and out, then his hand was gone. “I would love a taste.”
God the man could send her every time. A trickle of moisture ran down her thigh. “Please, please, let’s do it.” Missy Sue moved to stand but he clamped his forearm on her back, pinning her down.
“Sorry, baby. I promised you ten more, and I’m a man of my word.”
She panted, more turned on that she could ever remember being. “Then you’ll…taste me?”
“Mmm, it will be my pleasure.”
Missy Sue steeled herself. “Then hurry up.”
“No, baby…I never want to hurry when I have you in this position. I don’t know if you’ll let it happen again.” He spanked one cheek then rubbed the other, his bare palm stinging in a way the soft fur hadn’t. To her shock each slap sent electricity right to her core, pushing her closer and closer to climax. When he finished, she was squirming, frantic.
Kevin stood and dropped her on the bed. “Wait there.” While she watched, he stripped off the costume, one they would never be able to return to the rental place because she’d left a wet spot on the thigh and because it would forever remind her of the night they discovered a whole new facet of their relationship.
Not costumes, but spanking. Kevin’s mastery of her when he’d held her over her lap sent her places she’d never been before. And as the fur lay in a heap by his feet and he dropped to his knees and dragged her to the edge of the bed, bending his head to keep his other promise to taste her, Missy Sue considered what other bets she might lose in the near future, for both their pleasure.