I'm goin' away for a long time…
The song begins to slow and so does Shay’s movements. I felt his chin move until his lips touch my temple with the softest brush of his lips. I immediately react as I always did with Shay. I tease him.
“Geez, you need a breath mint!”
His head snaps back, his brows raised. “Are you kidding me?”
“Nope. You just ate some garlic bread and that casserole. Trust me, it’s bad.”
His mouth drops slightly. “Are you seriously saying this? When I’m doing probably the most romantic thing I’ve ever done in my life?”
His words clench at my heart. He was trying to be romantic? I thought he was just being… Shay. Overly-affectionate, super brother Shay. I have no idea what to think of that, so I laugh, but it comes out high and wavering, baring my discomfort to him. “And you could use a shave, too. Pretty sure you scratched up my face.”
His gaze narrows at that. “That’s it! You’re getting a spanking!” And I roll my eyes, not falling for it.
“Oh please, you would never hit an injured-”
But before I can finish, Shay moves us over to the couch and sits amongst the cushions.
“Shay!” I shout in surprise. “What are you-” I try to free myself from his arms, but he just flips me over so that I’m sprawled across his lap, my ass in the air. He’s careful of my cast, making sure to set it on a pillow. Before I can move, his hand comes flying down and he actually spanks me! “Shay!” My voice cracks as I practically shriek at him. Instead of answering, he strikes me again, his hand smacking against the soft material of my threadbare sweats, leaving a sting behind. Before I can start to struggle, his hand massages the area for a moment and catches me off guard. Is he stopping?
Smack!
Nope. Another sharp sting, but on my left butt-cheek this time. Wincing a little, I come back to my senses and reach back, managing to hit his shoulder. “Shay!” I hiss at him.
Smack! And his hand massages the area again. Smack! This time, after delivering the blow, his hand comes up the back of my thigh until his palm is pressing against my pussy.
Holy shit! I go completely still as the heel of his hand presses against me for a moment, shifting up and down ever so subtly before… Smack!
I cry out a little but, almost immediately, his fingers run over the area in lazy, idle circles before his palm slides back, pressing against my clit, applying a brief moment of pressure before sliding it away. My entire body shivers from the feeling and for some reason, I feel myself respond as I did in my bedroom not twenty minutes ago, when I was touching myself. Oh my God…
Smack! I gasp this time and close my eyes when his hand massages the area.
“Why am I punishing you, Mina?” he asks me in a deep rumble.
Huh? What? For a moment, I don’t even remember what the heck we’d been doing before this.
Smack!
Uuuugh! I grit my teeth at the same time I clench my thighs together. I can feel how damp my panties have become. What in the ever loving…?
Shay’s hand suddenly pulls at the waistline of my sweats and yanks them down, leaving me lying across his lap in my panties. My face goes beat-red at the thought of him seeing me like this, but before I can fully wrap my brain around the situation, I feel the tips of his fingers run up my sore backside, making me quiver from the featherlight touch. “Tell me, Mina. Why am I punishing you?”
“Because-because…” I desperately try to remember. We were dancing, yes, and Shay was holding me, his lips grazing at my temple, and I…
Smack! I jolt forward from that one, and I wince. But at the same time, though I feel a sting of pain as his hand manages to smack some bare skin, I feel that familiar tingling ache start to spark to life again. He presses his other hand down between my shoulder blades, keeping me still.
“You were being a brat, isn’t that right?” he tells me.
“I-I…” For a moment, I brace myself, wondering if he’s going to slap me again, but instead, his fingers slide from the curve of my ass up along the cotton material of my panties, and I let out a little squeak of protest. No doubt that he can feel how damp they are. But as his fingers stroke over the material, I suck in a sharp breath as they skim over my clit again.
“Right, Mina?”
“R-right.”
“So I had to punish you, right?” he says as two of his fingers stroke a little harder against my pussy. I bite my lip, lost in a haze as I squirm on his lap, forgetting everything about… well, everything. All I know is that I want to experience that same feeling I got on the beach when…
Smack!
I gasp as his hand moves from slapping my backside, to the center, almost like he’s swiping it over my pussy. We’re both panting, me from my struggle, and him… well, I have no idea why he’s breathing so heavily. I shift a little in his lap, trying to move again, when something hard suddenly juts up into my stomach. I freeze, feeling the hard mass pushing up from Shay’s lap beneath his jeans and realize… Oh my God!
I’m so in shock from everything that I lay there like a damned statue. Something about him spanking me this way, and now rubbing the area, shifts the atmosphere to one that I don’t understand. This feels like more than him deciding to punish me for being a smartass. As his hand starts to stroke along my damp panties, pressing against me a little harder than before, I find myself not giving a fuck in this moment. I press back into his hand as I reach forward and cling to one of the spare throw pillows. I grip the soft, velvety material and forget about everything but the feeling that’s building inside me.
To feel anything that isn’t pain, fear, or all-consuming anxiety, is a fucking blessing. And right now, Shay is giving me something that is numbing all that other shit. It feels good, and I trust that he won’t actually hurt me, despite the sting I’m feeling on my ass.
“Right, Mina?” Shay goes on, but before I can answer, he presses his fingers against my clit and roughly rubs the area back and forth, back and forth, making me cry out from the unexpected assault. But really, it’s the intense way my body responds to it. I’m soaked now, and his harder, quick caresses only seemed to have amped up that rising, tensing spring in my belly.
“R-right,” I agree and bite into the pillow as he continues to move his hand, faster and harder against me.
“So you understand? If you misbehave in a way I don’t like, you’ll be punished. Say you understand.”
“I-I understand!” I gasped into the material, my voice muffled.
“You want to be good. You don’t want to cause any problems, do you?”
“N-nooo,” I moan when he presses his fingers harder against that delicious spot. Fuck! I’m so close! I can feel myself rising on the edge of a precipice. I just need him to keep going. I can feel his hard-on digging into my stomach, but I’m so beyond caring about anything right now, besides focusing on what his hand is doing to me.
“Does that feel good, Mina?”
I can’t speak. Instead, all I do is let out a soft, sort of agonized wail as my body starts to shake. Shay chuckles and his hand disappears, before he brings it down, striking upwards on my ass, clipping my pussy in the process. That does it. I feel that amazing explosion deep inside my belly, followed by that rushing feeling, like hot electricity running through my veins as it runs up and down the length of my body. My elbows give out and I collapse against the pillow, crying out as the waves crash again and again while Shay continues rubbing that spot hard and fast, prolonging the sensation.