As I mentioned in a previous post, I’d hoped to get Richard drunk on daquiris and seduce him Tuesday night. To no avail. A few minutes after posting my wicked plans, I passed out face down on the couch. Honestly, he must have slipped something into my drink because no way do I get drunk that easily. Or maybe the long day had weakened my tolerance…
I woke up to the dog barking. Richard came over because I was so confused and gently helped me up. I couldn’t figure out what time or day it was. He finally managed to get me upstairs, where I proceeded to fall face first on the bed.
He took off my clothes and tucked me into bed.
I woke up in the morning feeling fine. We sleep in spoons, with my ass in his lap and his arms around me, holding my wrists in his hands. I wiggled around and snuggled up under his arm. He pulled me closer.
I started kissing his neck and nibbling on his chest and shoulders. He squeezed me tighter but didn’t open his eyes.
I rubbed my chest against his. This usually works to wake him up. Today he just caressed me lightly for a moment then fell back asleep.
I flipped over and wiggled my ass against his belly. That woke him up.
“What are you doing, little girl?” he said groggily.
I giggled. He grabbed me by the hip and pulled me closer. I ground into him.
He groaned and buried his face in my hair. I could feel him nuzzling the back of my neck. His hand reached around to my breasts. He caressed them gently then began playing with my nipples.
But after a couple of minutes he fell back asleep!
This was challenging. I really needed him to fuck me. After a couple of minutes of fruitlessly rubbing and wiggling and snuggling, I knew that I had to do something more.
“Would you please spank me?”
“Please spank me Richard. I really need a spanking.”
“Really? You WANT a spanking?”
He was wide awake.
I rolled over. Then I got nervous.
“I don’t need a HARD spanking. Just a LITTLE spanking is fine.”
He began smacking my bottom, moving from side to side.
“Oh! Yes, just a little. Oh!”
“You want to decide how much spanking you get?”
He smacked a bit harder, and then he stayed in one place for a few smacks. That hurts worse.
I didn’t want to answer that question. Yes, of course I want to decide. But if I say that, will I get in more trouble? Probably. I kept quiet. Well, except for the inadvertent squeaks when he smacked me particularly hard.
But then he stopped and rolled me over and looked into my eyes.
“I like spanking you.”
“Yes.” (I know that, that’s why I asked him to spank me. I was hoping it would get me laid.)
He reached out, took my hand and placed it on his cock. His hard cock.
“I really like spanking you.”
And then, before I had time to think, he flipped me back onto my belly, hauled my ass into the air and slammed his cock into me. And it just got better from there.
So I did seduce him, eventually. No thanks to the daquiris.