Today is Memorial Day in the US. It’s also World Redhead Day. In honor of that, here is some of the “World Redhead Day” story from Holiday Heat: May.

Of course, “light” wasn’t on her mind once they got to the bedroom. Daniel laid out his floggers on the bed and allowed Autumn to touch them — caress them, really — before she took off her dress and her bra. Daniel kissed her again, more fervently this time, and cupped her left breast for a brief moment before turning her around and loosely buckling her wrists into the over-the-door restraints in his bedroom. She didn’t care for being bound, but this was more to keep her in place than to force her not to move; she could easily slip her wrists out of the restraints if she wanted to.

“Good thing I put my hair up already,” she commented. “Or else you’d have to let me down to do that.”

“Or I could have just done it myself.”

Autumn shivered just a bit at that; there was a confidence in Daniel’s voice that she liked, one that suggested maybe she should leave her hair down next time, just to see what it felt like for him to put it up.

She felt the air start to move as Daniel began swinging one of the floggers, and it gently brushed over her shoulders, the lightest of touches. She was much more into spanking than flogging, but Daniel had proven to her that this was something he was good at, and she was more than happy to be his bottom for it, as long as she got her spankings, too.

Slowly, methodically, Daniel flogged Autumn’s shoulders and upper back, transitioning from lighter to heavier floggers, until his big suede one was going thwack! on her tenderized skin. Her brain was getting fuzzy, and her body was fully relaxed; she was hanging almost limp in the restraints, thankful they were there so she didn’t have to concentrate on standing up. The heavy implement fell in full, body-wracking strokes, loud in her ears, and each one seemed to send a pulse directly between her legs. She wished she didn’t have her panties on; wished Daniel would touch her. But he wasn’t going to — at least, not until he was done.

Autumn had no idea how long the flogging went on for; she lost herself in the sensations, allowed Daniel to do whatever he wanted with the implements. She was sure he’d florentined her at some point — the noises had been a dead giveaway — but she much preferred the bigger hits.

Without warning she heard a crack! and heat bloomed in her backside. 

“Ow!”

“Oh, is that what we’re doing?” Daniel asked. Crack!, and a corresponding burn showed up on the other side. “I thought you liked when I spanked you.”

“Just because it hurts doesn’t mean I don’t like it.”

“That’s reasonable.” A pause. “Here.” He carefully unbuckled the restraints and walked Autumn over to the bed, pulling her across his lap. “Your turn now.”

“My turn?” Her head was full of cotton. “My turn for spanking you?”

The answer was a series of firm swats on her upturned bottom. Daniel wasn’t the best spanker in existence — she’d played with a few other local people who were much more talented at that particular activity — but he did a capable job, covering her backside with smack after smack, until her ass was tingling. Not as much as her shoulders were, but nonetheless she felt the warmth.

There was a moment of silence, and then Daniel’s voice. “I’m going to touch you,” he said.

Autumn was a bit confused — wasn’t he already touching her? — but then she felt him cup between her legs and she couldn’t hold back a moan. She was so hot, so wet, so turned on from the flogging and even that small amount of spanking, that when he slid his finger past her panties and into her there was virtually no resistance. “Fuck,” she whispered.

“‘Fuck’ is right. You’re definitely ready, aren’t you.”

It wasn’t a question, but Autumn nodded anyway.

And now here’s one of my favorite fictional redheads:

I love how you can see the little pout at the very end of the gif.