If you’ve read Holiday Heat (and if you haven’t, why not?), you know that Mason and Emma have a friends-with-spanking-benefits relationship. I decided that I would have them meet up in mgoc. Here is some of their spanking:

Mason had a flash of memory from the pool party at the kink event last month; Emma had been wearing a very revealing bikini, and she had a lot to reveal – – she was lush and curvy, with a pear-shaped figure; her breasts were a little small for her frame, but her backside was more than adequate for receiving a spanking. At least at that pool party it was okay to show off marks; the kink event took over the entire hotel, so there were no vanillas to be offended or otherwise scandalized. 

Not that Mason hadn’t seen Emma completely bottomless before – – she was usually bare when he spanked her – – but there was just something about bathing suits on women that did it for him. He’d definitely been erect in the pool, and both Jessica and Cee had definitely rubbed their backsides against him. He saw them naked all the time, saw their most intimate places on a regular basis, but in even chaste bathing suits he couldn’t help but get hard when he saw them. And their suits had been anything but chaste. 

“What are you thinking about?” Emma asked. 

Mason realized with a start that he’d been quiet for several seconds, and that his cock was stirring in his pants. He forced it to behave – – he and Emma didn’t have that kind of relationship, and never would; his triad was closed romantically [echo?] – – and managed a smile. “Spanking you,” he said. 

“Nice recovery.” She grinned at him. “Should I take my pants off?” 

“Please.” 

Emma stood up and undid her jeans, shimmying out of them. Her thighs were soft, as pale as the rest of her skin; when she stepped out of her panties – – black lace – – he could see where her thighs met and, not for the first time, he wondered what she tasted like. Again, not that he’d ever act on it, but it was hard not to think about it. 

Mason opened his legs so Emma could stand between them, and she bent over his left thigh, her upper body on the couch. She didn’t care for full-on over-the-knee spankings; although Mason had assured her she wouldn’t fall off, she still worried because she was not a small woman. It wasn’t like he was going to argue with her, though; she was willingly going over his lap for a spanking, so she got to make the rules. More or less. 

Mason cupped Emma’s ass and she settled into position, getting comfortable. “How hard do you want me to start?” 

“Regular is fine.” 

His “regular” was a lot of people’s “hard”, but he didn’t have to say that – – this wasn’t the first, or even the tenth, time [awk grammar] that he’d spanked Emma. She knew what she was getting into. 

And she didn’t even react – – much – – when he started leaving bright-pink handprints on her vulnerable backside. She did make the occasional noise, but Emma was more than capable of taking a hard spanking and anyway Mason knew that if she needed him to stop she would use a safeword. 

Mason didn’t stop spanking Emma until her entire bottom was glowing, and when he did he could hear her breathing heavily. “How are you doing?” 

“I’m great,” she said, and she already sounded a little spacy. “I love your hand.” 

“Thanks.” He had trouble accepting praise sometimes. “Your ass is pretty great too.” 

“I think so.” 

He rubbed her for a moment. “Do you want me to go harder?” 

“You can.” 

So he did. Still not as hard as he could go, but he’d been told that, at this intensity, it was like being hit with a heavy Hairbrush. Emma’s backside grew redder and hotter with each smack, and her noises became more [insistent/pained]. Still, this was what Emma wanted, and Mason wanted it too – – he liked giving hard spankings, liked upping his intensity, liked the sounds people made when he spanked them. 

The next pause came after about a hundred swats – – Mason didn’t really keep count – – and Emma was gasping and moaning. “You okay?” he asked her. 

“F… Fine,” she forced out. 

“I don’t have to go that hard.” 

“No,” she said. “Please… Don’t stop.”

Lest you forget, this is approximately what Emma looks like, except Emma has tattoos and I imagine her breasts to be slightly smaller:

And now, just so I can have a preview image that I can post on social media without getting blocked: