“Aww come on Steve….it’ll do you good to get out and have some fun!” Darla pleaded , pursing her full lips into her best pout.
The attractive blonde certainly had a persuasive way about her , Steve thought to himself.
Steve and Darla had been dating off and on for about a month now , after he attended Darla’s yoga classes.
Their dates had been fun , but Steve was reluctant to take the relationship any further at this point.
His recent divorce had been difficult for him , and despite Darla’s obvious attractiveness and fun personality he just wasn’t ready to get into a serious relationship.
Darla, on the other hand , was very keen to make she and Steve a full-fledged ‘couple’ .
She had been attracted to him from the moment she had seen him in her yoga class , but he proved to be a tough nut to crack.
He always remained friendly but distant until Darla finally tricked him into dinner at her place by making his yoga class extra hard.
The date was an eventful one which ended with Darla going over Steve's knee for a spanking after giving him some 'extra hot' curry.
Afterwards they were both aroused but uncomfortable and longing for more.
Darla made a real brat of herself in their subsequent dates , hoping for a repeat performance , but apart from a few playful swats and threats the spanking she longed for did not materialize.
The demands of Steve’s job also contributed to his cautious approach to their relationship.
Still , admittedly determined and stubborn , Darla was not willing to give up on Steve and had been hounding him to come with her to her office Christmas party.
“Sorry Darla but office parties are just not my thing ….. I don’t know anybody there anyway ….” Steve explained.
Darla was relentless. She really wanted to make her co-workers jealous when they saw her with Steve.
“Please Steve …I really want you to come…don’t make me go alone….please ?” she asked in an almost child-like voice which tugged at Steve’s heart.
He paused for a moment before reluctantly responding. “OK… I’ll come.”
Darla punched the air unashamedly and leapt into Steve’s arms , planting a huge kiss full on his lips.
Uncomfortable with her display of public affection , Steve’s face flushed red and he looked around the gym to see if anyone had observed their intimate moment.
“Darla ! Please….behave yourself will you?…..not in public?” he scolded.
Darla winked mischieviously at him.
“Sorry Steve …sometimes I can’t help myself ….I guess I need another spanking ?” she giggled , recalling the fiery spanking Steve had given her on their first date.
Steve remembered it fondly also and as Darla turned to leave he delivered a firm slap to the seat of her skin-tight yoga pants.
Steve remembered it fondly also and as Darla turned to leave he delivered a firm slap to the seat of her skin-tight yoga pants.
Feigning outrage , Darla turned around , and Steve winked at her.
“That’s just a taste of what you’ll get if you don’t behave yourself at the party?” he said wagging a warning finger at her.
In the sanctity of the ladies’ change room , Darla inspected her naked , gloriously sculpted backside in the mirror.
It bore a visible pink mark on the cheek where Steve’s hand had connected smartly and her bottom tingled at the thought that he might repeat the act on their date.
Meanwhile in the men’s changing room , Steve was still thinking about that spanking he delivered to Heather’s firm butt a few weeks ago.
He certainly enjoyed it and it appeared that Darla had rather liked it also!
Steve had always been a spanking enthusiast.
In fact , despite the numerous flaws in his marriage to Donna , spanking was one of the things they had in common….and he really missed it.
It had all started with Donna when they were High School Seniors .
He still doesn’t recall what precipitated it , most likely Donna’s sassy mouth, but she ended up over his lap with Steve’s palm warming the seat of her tight jeans.
Afterwards , Donna melted into his arms for their first real make-out session.
Spanking became a recurring theme of their courtship with Donna regularly ending up over Steve’s lap having the seat of her jeans or skirt warmed for some misdemeanour .
The spankings continued and progressed to being delivered on Donna’s skimpy panties and eventually on her bare bottom !
Donna’s first bare bottom spanking was the one Steve still remembered fondly.
He had loved the whole act of baring her bottom , the way her curvy cheeks jiggled when he spanked them , and how her pale skin transformed from a milky white , to fiery red hue.
As her bottom heated up , her legs kicked wildly ,revealing glimpses of her moist treasures.
Donna would squirm on Steve’s lap until her skin was hot to the touch.
He loved the way she would perform that cute little ‘spanking dance’ afterwards , hopping around and rubbing her bottom.
He recalled it all like it was yesterday.
Spanking became a regular prelude and foreplay to their lovemaking for the entire seven years of their marriage.
After a long stormy divorce process ,things had recently become more cordial between Steve and Donna , and his ex-wife had even admitted to him that she ‘really missed those spankings!”
Steve shrugged himself back to reality.
He had been very fortunate to have had a willing spanking partner like Donna for all those years , but did not want to raise his expectations that Darla would be inclined the same way.
As he exited the change-rooms Darla was waiting for him in the lobby.
She opened her purse and shoved an envelope into his hands.
“The details on the Christmas party….” She said seductively rubbing the seat of her skinny jeans.
“You know that spank left quite an impression on me ….” She purred and turned to leave.
On the evening of the party , Steve arrived at Darla’s apartment at 7 sharp as he had asked , only to find her still in her bathrobe.
Steve really hated tardiness but was willing to overlook it when Darla finally emerged looking absolutely amazing in a stunning little red dress , her long mane pinned up to accent her long neck and perfect cheek bones.
“Sorry for keeping us late Steve.” She said.
Steve wasn’t really angry , but the spanko in him could not let a potential opportunity like this pass him by.
“If we weren’t already running late , I’d give you a darn good spanking right now Darla….but I guess it will have to wait.” He declared boldly.
Darla’s face turned as red as her dress , and for once she was lost for words.
“S..sssorry Stevee..” was all she could finally muster.
Steve took her by the hand.
“You’d best behave when we get there or you really will get a spanking young lady !” he warned her.
He had now given Darla all the ammunition she needed , and all he could do was wait and see if a spanking was in the cards.
The seed had definitely been planted.
He was encouraged when Darla brought up the subject of spanking throughout the evening.
“You weren’t really serious about spanking me for keeping us late were you Steve?” she asked when they were leaving the party.
Steve nonchalantly opened the car door for her and replied , “I was deadly serious.. ..and you didn’t help your case much by flirting with that young man from accounting. !”
Steve had tried to ignore Darla’s outrageous flirting ,but admittedly had genuine feelings of jealously as he watched her with the much younger man.
She certainly was the best looking woman at the party, and he could hardly blame the testosterone and alcohol fuelled kid , especially as Darla teasingly led him on.
Matters deteriorated when the young man’s hands began to wander too close to Darla’s glorious curves.
Despite her rebuffs the young man continued .
Darla looked back at Charlie who decided to act.
He’d been in these situations before with Donna so was able to tactfully detach Heather from the drunken young man’s grasp and lead him to the security of his friends.
Meanwhile Darla beat a hasty retreat to the ladies room leaving a fuming Steve waiting for her.
When she emerged , she could see Steve was fuming and she was in trouble.
“Thanks for that Steve….shall we go back in….they’re handing out door prizes..” she suggested enthusiastically as if nothing had happened.
Her re-entry to the party was abruptly halted by Steve’s firm grip on her wrist.
“Party’s over for you Darla…..” he said firmly.
“AW Steve….but the night is still young !” she pouted.
”Well in that case I suppose we could go back to my house for a nightcap then …..” he offered.
Darla was delighted .
“I behaved pretty badly in there didn’t I ?” she confessed in the car.
“I guess I do deserve a spanking ?” she asked nervously.
Steve leaned over to her.
“You sure do….and , unlike the last time , this one will be a long and hard one….on your bare bottom !”
Darla’s bottom tingled and tensed in anticipation.
“You wouldn’t dare….not on my bare bottom Steve !” she challenged
“Just watch me!” he replied.
It was a short drive to Steve’s house and hee poured them each a glass of wine and invited Darla for a tour of his house.
He made no mention of Darla’s behaviour – or spanking.
Finally Darla could take the suspense no longer.
“DAMMIT are you going to spank me or not Steve !” she blurted out.
Steve smiled and began undoing his belt.
Darla looked shocked.
“W…what are you doing?” she babbled.
Steve slapped the soft leather against his palm.
“Getting ready to give you that spanking!” he declared.
Darla backed away.
“No Steve…..no…..not with a belt….”
He slapped the belt against the back of the couch to silence her.
“Take of your dress and bend over the couch!” he ordered.
Darla’s eyes were as wide as saucers.
“WWHAAT??” she shrieked.
She had been expecting a playful spanking …not a strapping …so she was genuinely nervous now.
“After the way you behaved at the party , you need a lot more than just a good old fashioned hand spanking young lady….you deserve a well thrashed bottom….and I’m going to give it to you…...now dress off and bend over that couch!” he ordered.
Darla opened her mouth to protest .
DO IT!” Steve warned.
Darla thought briefly about running , but the tingling returned to her bottom and she could feel her moistness dripping down her thighs.
After a brief hesitation , she stepped out of her dress and stood before Steve in only her skimpy red thong panties .
Her full breasts were on full display ,her bra discarded with her red dress on the floor.
For a moment Steve admired Darla’s pert breasts and bulging nipples before beckoning her to bend over the couch.
Slowly and tentatively , she leaned over into position , her feet raised off the ground and her bottom dangling precariously high in the air.
She had never felt so vulnerable but her entire body shook with anticipation.
Her hips writhed when Steve teased the tender skin of her bottom with the soft leather of the strap.
It felt so good that she parted her legs , allowing the belt to venture into her most private area.
“OHMIGAWD!” she purred when she felt Steve’s fingers slide into the waistband of her thong , stretching the material and easing the tiny garment over the full curves of her hips to bare her bottom.
Her heart was pounding loudly now , and she tensed her cheeks when she heard Steve step back.
Then there was a loud whoosh of air followed by a loud CRAACK when the leather strap snapped across her buttocks.
She cried out at the sharp sting it generated and then moaned when she felt a welt sear her skin.
Instinctively she squirmed but the next blow arrived quickly after the first one , with even more intensity.
“AAAAAW FFFFUUUCK!” Darla wailed loudly.
She was rewarded with three more strokes administered in rapid-fire succession to really set her backside on fire.
The burning in her rear was becoming unbearable with every lick but the strap continued to fall again and again until a full 20 licks were completed.
Darla lay in position , moaning and gasping for breath while Steve examined his handiwork.
His soft hands soothingly massaged Darla’s red , hot skin and she groaned when his fingers wandered to touch the juices flowing freely from between her legs.
Her legs parted more , inviting him to explore deeper and he gladly obliged.
Darla was screaming in pleasure now , so Steve stood behind her and re-arranged her position on the sofa to give him easy access.
Her legs parted wide , beckoning Steve’s shaft to ram itself deep inside her.
She gasped and howled while Steve pounded and pumped against her tender cheeks.
Darla thrust out her ass and bucked in rythym with Steve’s thrusts.
“FUCK ME HARDER STEVE….HARDER I SAID!” she demanded.
Steve gladly obliged.
Darla had never felt anything that huge inside her and she wanted more of it.
The sofa bounced up and down ,moving across the room with their frenzied momentum.
Steve let out a huge groan when he exploded violently inside her.
Holding on tightly to the sofa , Darla pushed back as best she good to allow Steve to go even deeper inside.
“OMIGAAAAWD!!” she wailed, experiencing the most intense orgasm of her life pulse through her body.
Afterwards , she could only lie prone over the sofa , gasping and panting loudly.
Steve put his arms around her, pulling her close to him and their lips locked in a long lingering kiss.
“You’re not going to let me off that easy are you Steve?” she purred.
He took handfuls of her hot , tender cheeks making her wince.
“That was for flirting with that young office stud……this is for keeping us late and being a brat!”, he told her.
Then in a smooth motion he sat on the sofa and effortlessly flipped Darla face first over his lap.
“OMIGOSH!” she gasped.
‘SMACK!’ ‘SMACK!’ ‘SMACK!’ ‘ SLAP!’ ‘SMACK!’ ‘SMACK!’ ‘WHAP!’“SMACK!
“OW!” “YEOOW!” “WAAAH!”
Steve’s palm danced non-stop all over Darla’s deliciously tenderized derrierre .
In contrast to the strapping , the hand spanks had a sharper sting which intensified by the sheer number of spanks landing all over Darla’s bottom and upper thighs.
Soon the whole area felt like a burning inferno but at the same time felt do good and so sensuous.
The spanks kept raining down
“SMACK! “SMACK! “SMACK! SLAP! “SMACK! “SMACK! WHAP! “SMACK!
“OW!” “YEOOOW!!” “OW!” “OW!” “OW!”
“GAAWD IT BURNS!....STOPPIT CHARLIE….PLEEEASE!”
Darla croaked hoarsely.
A flurry of spanks delivered to her upper thighs had he writhing on Steve’s lap.
Gradually toning down the intensity of the spanks , Steve interspersed them with a gentle massage of Darla’s burning globes.
She cooed when his palms soothed her hot skin.
Steve’s fingers wandered once again between Darla’s legs. Neither of them were ready to end the evening just yet.