Here’s one of my favorite scenes from the sequel to Weekend Plans. At this point, Shawn (the main character) has spent the morning either spanking, being spanked, or both (depending upon which way you go through the story), and he happens upon a female top talking about how she likes to do sensual and sexual spankings. Here we go:
Fortunately, there’s the male bottoms’ hospitality suite, where a top in her late fifties, or perhaps early sixties, is holding court. She’s maybe five-five and slender, with short white-blond hair and intense greenish-gray eyes. She’s talking about how much she enjoys giving sensual spankings.
You don’t waste any time. “I’d love to experience that,” you tell her.
She looks you over and nods once. “Then you will.” It’s much to the dismay of the other men, but you know that sometimes you just have to strike while the iron is hot. “I do prefer playing in private; is that all right with you?”
“Good. Follow me.”
As you walk to her room, which appears to be on the hospitality floor given that you’re not heading for the elevators, she introduces herself as Marian, which is not the name on her badge. “That’s my Kinkster name,” she explains.
“Makes sense. My name is Shawn.” Your badge has your Kinkster name on it too; you figured that would make it easier for people to find you if they wanted to.
Marian unlocks her room and goes in; you follow her, letting the door latch closed behind you. Her room looks basically the same as yours, except that she has a king bed instead of two queens. It’s also meticulously neat, right down to the implements laid out on the desk. Nothing there particularly scares you, so when you and she negotiate you don’t raise any flags. “I’d like this to be bare-bottomed,” she says, “and I’d like to touch you in intimate areas.” She doesn’t actually ask if that’s all right, but you get the idea.
“I have to check with my girlfriend; we didn’t talk about doing that.” You take out your phone. “Give me a minute?”
She nods and sits down in the room’s one comfortable chair, crossing her legs — she’s wearing a dress with a fairly short skirt, and her legs are worth a look — while you text Julie.
It’s okay, she texts back, as long as there’s no penetration of any kind.
That wasn’t even on my radar, you reply. I love you.
Love you too. Have fun! She throws in the smiley with all the hearts around it, and you send her back a purple heart emoji. Then you slip your phone back into your pocket.
“Judging from your expression,” Marian says, “she approved.”
“Within reason.” You tell Marian the limitations.
She nods. “That seems fair.” She gets up from the chair and goes into the bathroom, coming back with some towels. “For later.”
Your eyebrows practically climb into your hair.
“Take off your clothes.”
“Ex… excuse me?”
“You heard me.”
“Do you mean… all of my clothes?”
“Yes. All of them.”
Okay. Well. You weren’t expecting that. But you figure she’s just going to be touching mostly below the waist, and if she wants you naked, that’s fine. It’s not like you’re ever going to see her again if this goes badly.
You take everything off, folding it neatly and placing it on the dresser, your shoes tucked under the desk. Marian walks around you, pats your bottom a couple of times, and then, while you watch, takes off her dress, leaving her in a basic black bra and matching panties. You swallow hard and put everything you can into controlling your erection, but she sees it starting to rise and smiles at you. “Don’t be ashamed,” she says. “I like seeing it.”
You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding and allow yourself to get fully hard.
“Very nice.” She sits down and drapes a towel over her lap. “Come here.”
As soon as you’re close enough, Marian wraps her small hand around your cock and strokes it a couple of times. You feel a pang — you’re not sure this was what Julie was expecting when she assented to you doing this — but you’re in too deep now. And anyway, her hand feels nice, her skin soft and cool; you can’t help but thrust against her. She makes a pleased sound deep in her throat, then lets go and taps her lap. “Over.” You arrange yourself in position, your erection pressed up against your lower stomach, the hotel towel rough on your skin. Marian strokes your backside. “Already red, huh?”
“Yeah.” Your whole body is throbbing now, but it’s hardest below the waist. “I went to the Naughty Boys party.”
“Oh did you?” She brushes her fingertips along the backs of your thighs. “Are you naughty?”
“I… I don’t think so. But isn’t that for you to say?”
“Good answer.” She swats your bottom gently, but you still feel a jolt. “So, since you’re warmed up — shall I go easy on you, or do you want it hard?”
What happens next? I’ll show you tomorrow.
And remember, this is just the first draft. Things are subject to change.
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