Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 27

I made her stand there like that, arms locked around my waist, gaze fixed on mine, while I delivered nine more slaps to her behind, sometimes left-handed, sometimes right but each one hard enough to echo through the alley. And each one jerking her loins against mine. She must have been determined to stay silent because, aside from an inadvertent grunt after each blow—Unh!"—she made no sound.

When, after the final blow, I disengaged her hands from behind my back she must have thought that we were done. At least until I pulled the tail of her pink shirt free of her waistband, then lifted the shirt from her shoulders and let it slide off her arms to the ground behind her. Her gaze was furious as I placed her hands on top of her head, then reached down and gently eased the elastic waistband of her shorts down over the curve of her buttocks, then slowly lowered them until I could let them fall around her ankles. She still said nothing, even though I could tell she was dying to. I pulled off her white t-shirt and then lowered her arms just long enough to remove her bra, dropping both items of clothing to the ground beside her before returning her hands to the top of her head—leaving her standing before me wearing only her sandals and panties.

Her panties had obviously been inspired by The Little Mermaid—they were ocean blue with bright yellow trim and decorated with Ariel and her friends in full color and were extremely cute. I walked around her a few times admiring them, much to her embarrassment—which only increased, I'm sure, when I suddenly knelt in front of her and addressed her there with my lips and tongue. She gasped—"Ahh!"—as I worked my tongue between her legs, but she kept her hands on top of her head...although I did glance up more than once to catch her looking anxiously over her shoulder.

When the crotch of her panties was good and wet from our combined juices and she was standing with her head back, panting with her tongue out, I stopped what I was doing and stood. Her eyes, which had been closed, flew open as I put my hands on her waist and pulled her against me. And when I gave her a sudden open-handed swat on her already tender behind, now protected only by the thin fabric of her panties, she cried out before she could stop herself.

I made her kiss me with her tongue in my mouth and mine in hers while I gave her nine more, pausing occasionally to caress her behind while I pressed her against me. After each blow she would grunt—"Unh!"—her mouth still open against mine, and then immediately try to put her tongue even further into my mouth while grinding her crotch into mine. At first this was all with her hands still on top of her head but soon she was unable to resist dropping them to grab my waist, the better to rub herself against me.

I'd never seen her quite this frenzied. After the tenth blow, without being told she pulled her panties down to join her shorts around her ankles, then fell to her knees on the hot concrete—and nearly stripped the zipper of my pants in her hurry to get my cock out and into her mouth.