In today’s installment of my GWWA story, Shannon gets a warm-up spanking.

Shannon took off her dress, but as she reached for her underwear Aidan sat down on the bed and beckoned her over. “What is it?” 

“Just this.” He took hold of the waistband of her panties and tugged them down. She wiggled a little so they fell down her legs and into a little puddle at her feet. “I thought you might like it if I took them off for you.” He looked up at her. “Did you?” 

“I didn’t dislike it,” she said. 

“But it didn’t do anything for you?” 

She shook her head. “Sorry.” 

“It’s okay. Just something to try.” He shrugged. “Do you want to take your bra off too?” 

Her answer to that was to reach back and unclip it, slide it down her arms, and toss it aside. He was still fully-clothed, minus his shoes, and Shannon wondered what it would feel like for his jeans-covered thigh to be between hers. 

Aidan patted his leg. “Come here, you.” 

Shannon got into position, nestling herself against him, insinuating his thigh against herself. His jeans weren’t terribly rough, but they weren’t as soft as his skin. He rubbed her backside with his palm. 

“You’re really sexy. You know that, right?” 

“Thanks,” Shannon said softly. She didn’t think of herself that way – – she knew she was in-shape and had a pleasant enough face, but without her Ivy Venom makeup she’d never felt intentionally sexy. Not that she wanted Ivy Venom to be sexy, but that’s how some people viewed her. 

“Ready?” he asked. 

“Yes.” 

Shannon remembered how a lighter spanking felt, because Aidan had started out that way last time. It gave her a charge, but only a very small one. Still, she’d agreed to do it Aidan’s way this time, so she allowed him to gently – – in her mind, anyway – – slap her backside, over and over, making sure to cover every inch of it, until the entire thing was tingling. Just barely tingling, but tingling all the same. 

The light spanking went on almost until Shannon felt bored by it; just before that happened, Aidan stopped to caress her bottom again. “I can tell you didn’t like that as much,” he said. 

“You’re not wrong, but I said I would do it your way.” 

“I appreciate that.” 

The next round of spanks was a little firmer, and as he continued spanking her they grew in intensity until they… Well, they weren’t hard, but they were firm [echo]. Shannon became acutely aware of the warmth growing in her ass, and it was starting to work its way to other places. It was mild, though – – a gentle arousal, not an intense one, and it wasn’t unwelcome or unpleasant. 

Aidan spanked her for a long time this time around, methodically covering every inch of her bottom, and when he finally did stop Shannon had a nice glow coming from that region. At least, it felt like she was glowing. 

“How does that feel?” Aidan asked her. 

“Nice,” she said, surprising herself with how calm and dreamy her voice sounded. 

“Doesn’t really hurt though.” 

She shook her head. “No, but I don’t hate it.” 

“I was hoping you wouldn’t. But,” and here he smacked her hard, “I do know what you really like.” Another smack. Shannon didn’t reply; Aidan’s palm crashed into her backside in a slow, inexorable rhythm – – whap!, then a short pause, then whap! again, and repeat. With each spank she felt a burst of heat; with each beat of her heart she felt a pulse of delight between her legs. She hadn’t disliked Aidan’s warm-up spanking, but this was what she really wanted.

Shannon, I find, is the opposite of most characters I write — she’s monogamous and very anxious about spankings and relationships. Also, she doesn’t like spanking (yet!), even though she wants it. We’re very conflicted humans sometimes, aren’t we.