Scott kicked off his shoes and relaxed on his couch watching a little television. He had finished dinner and was settling in for the night, preparing to go to bed in a few hours.
As he lay back on his couch, the doorbell rang. He thought to himself, who the heck could it be at this hour. He got up to answer the door and, to his surprise, his friend Jen stood at the door.
Scott and Jen had known each other for a couple years. Recently, Scott had begun flirting and playing around with her and decided he kind of liked her. Just four days previously, Scott had made a smartass remark to her, which led to their first sexual encounter in his kitchen. An encounter where Jen took complete control. She had Scott orally satisfied her and then made him masturbate while she watched. She had told him they would see other again on Friday. But this was only Thursday.
“Oh, hi!,” he blurted out. “What’s up? I didn’t think I was gonna see you again 'til tomorrow. Did I get my days mixed up?”
“No,” she said. “But I’ve been thinking about things, and I think we have to talk.”
“Oh,” he said, crestfallen.
He knew, ‘we have to talk’ is rarely a good sign.
Jen walked into Scott’s living room and threw her bag on his couch and sat next to it.
“Sit,” she said.
Scott sat next to her on the couch with a look of concern on his face.
“What’s going on?” he asked.
“Well, I’ve been thinking about our last, umm, meeting,” she said.
“Uh huh,” is all Scott could muster.
“Well, yeah,” she said. “What happened isn’t really what I wanted to happen.”
“Oh,” he said.
“I mean, that’s not really what I wanted,” she said.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to cause any problems between us,” he said, somewhat confused because she had taken complete control of the situation earlier in the week.
“You have been flirting with me, saying inappropriate things to me for months and smacking my butt whenever you please,” she said.
“I do apologize. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable,” he said.
She held up her finger and continued. “Well, you kinda have made me uncomfortable over the past couple months, in a way,” Jen said.
“I am sorry,” he said.
“Yes, well, be that as it may, it’s something that needs to be set right,” she said.
“Oh, yeah, ok,” he stammered.
“I left something here on Sunday,” she said. “My, well, my panties. I want those back.”
“Of course,” Scott said and got up from the couch.
“Where are they?” she asked.
“I’ll get them for you,” Scott said.
He started walking towards his bedroom, and she followed him.
“I assume you have laundered them for me?” she asked.
“Well, no, not just yet. I was going to do laundry before I went to bed tonight,” he said.
When they got to his room, she saw her panties sitting on his nightstand next to his bed. She smirked at that. She knew what he was doing with them all week. She just knew he had been using them to aid in his masturbation throughout the week, sniffing them or who knows what else.
“Yup,” she said. “You were going to launder them? Sure you were! You nasty little pervert.”
“Um...Um... No!,” he spat out. “I mean, they were just here waiting for me to do laundry.”
“Sure they were,” she said.
Jen grabbed the panties off his nightstand and stepped in close to Scott. She got her face right in his face.
“Tell me, why are they in here,” she demanded.
Scott was losing control of the situation again, if he had any to begin with. His thoughts of the dawning new sexual relationship with Jen was falling apart.
“Well, I’m sorry, you see…” he said.
“NO!,” she shouted. She moved in even closer to him and ran her cheek across his cheek and put her lips right up to his ear and whispered in it.
“I want you to tell me honestly why you have my panties on your nightstand next to your bed,” she said. “Tell me what you have been doing with them!”
Scott melted, resigned to his perversions and his fate at hand.
“Um,” he started quietly. “Well, I was thinking of what happened between us the other day and kind of reliving it in my head, you know.”
“Yes,” she offered.
“Yeah, and I was kind of … well, sniffing them to remember your scent,” he said.
“What else were you doing while sniffing my dirty panties, you little smart ass,” she demanded.
“Right, yeah, I was jacking myself off thinking about last weekend,” he offered.
Jen smirked and nodded her head.
“Sit,” she demanded.
Scott sat on the edge of the bed, looking like a scolded schoolboy with his head down. Jen was enjoying this attitude he was now displaying. She walked out of the room carrying her panties with her.
Scott thought this was the end. He looked foolish, he looked like a freak and now Jen was leaving.
But to his surprise Jen came back into his bedroom a moment later carrying her bag she had just finished stuffing the panties into. She reached back into her bag and pulled out his shirt she had taken earlier in the week and handed it to him.
“I at least DID launder this,” she said.
“Um, thanks,” he said and set the shirt on his bed.
She smirked again, enjoying his dilemma.
She slid her hand across his face and lifted his head to face her. She leaned in and gently kissed him on the lips.
After a second of pure surprise, Scott began to kiss her back. The two ramped up the passion and began kissing more and more deeply. Jen pulled the shirt Scott was wearing off and went back to kissing him again.
Scott reached forward and began to lift her burgundy shirt up. She promptly stopped and smacked his hands away.
“No, no,” she said. “Hands! That is not what this is, not exactly.”
“Oh,” he said.
“But I did bring something for you,” she said.
“Oh?” is all he could say.
She climbed onto the bed behind him and rummaged through her bag and pulled out a set of leather wrist restraints. She dangled them over his head so he could see them. He looked at them with a bit of shock and fear. She pulled his left arm behind him and attached one of the cuffs to his wrist. She then pulled his right arm back and attached the second cuff. She then attached the two cuffs together with a shackle, binding his hands together behind his back.
Facing away from Jen, he couldn’t see what was happening but knew his hands and arms were immobilized.
She reached back into her bag and pulled out a pair of handcuffs and began to rattle them as she extended her arms to show him.
Scott gulped.
“That’s right,” she said. “Be nervous.”
She weaved the handcuffs into the rings on the leather restraints and slowly clicked the cuffs down tight to his wrist. Jen enjoyed the clicking sound the cuffs made as they tightened. The cuffs added a second layer of restraint on top of the leather restraints. When she was pleased with the restraints, she scurried back off the bed, stood up, and looked down on Scott who was showing signs that he was nervous.
Scott gave a sheepish smile anyway, as he thought about last weekend’s encounter. He had enjoyed eating her out and tasting her. It was an exciting flood of emotions for him.
Jen smiled back at him. She leaned down and softly kissed him on the lips again. They began to kiss with abandon when she finally helped him stand up. Once Scott was standing, Jen reached down and ran her hands across his crotch. She could feel his cock awakening and creating a very pleasing bulge.
She enjoyed feeling his excitement grow. She pulled his socks off, undid his belt and then pulled it out of the loops and tossed it onto the bed. She slowly unbuttoned his shorts and pulled them down. His cock was now throbbing in his underpants. Jen looked at his blue boxer briefs and cupped his cock and balls in her hands and gave a gentle squeeze.
Scott’s head tilted towards the ceiling, and he let loose a moan.
That was all Jen needed. She unceremoniously pulled his underpants down in one quick motion to expose him totally.
Scott gasped.
Jen moved back in close, touching Scott, and kissed him deeply. Her right hand slid down and she grasped the shaft of his cock and began squeezing.
“Oh shit,” Scott managed to say.
“Oh shit, indeed,” Jen answered.
She turned Scott around so he faced the bed and reached over his waist to continue squeezing his cock from behind. Scott pushed back and began to sway and grind. His bound hands were pinned behind his back on her stomach and he began to rub at her belly as best he could.
Jen enjoyed this moment, watching his excitement and passion grow. She knew he was completely horny now and wanted her.
“Do you like this?” she asked.
“Yes…Yes…Yes,” he stammered.
“I can tell,” she offered.
She then shoved his head down, and he fell face first across the bed with his legs still partially on the floor bent in half with his ass high in the air.
Jen leaned forward to whisper in his ears. “Can I spank this ass?” she whispered.
“Um, what?” is all he could say.
“You heard me,” she said. “I ASKED if I can spank your ass!”
“Yeah…yeah, ok,” he said somewhat peevishly.
She swung her right hand far out and let it land on his right cheek with a loud smack.
SMAAAAACCK.
Scott jumped from the surprise of it but was helpless to move.
“See,” she asked. “That is how you ask permission before you just casually smack someone’s ass.”
He began to stammer.
She cut him off. “In fact, I want you to say it. I want you to ask for a spanking,” she said.
There was silence. Scott was scared, embarrassed and intrigued.
“Go on, ask me,” she said.
“Um…yes do that,” he offered.
“No,” she said. “That’s not right. Ask properly.”
“Oh, right,” he said. “Will you spank me?”
“Who?” she asked.
“Jen, will you spank me?” he asked.
“Better,” she said. “What is the magic word?”
“Please,” he said. “Jen, will you please spank me?”
“So much better,” she said. “I will. But, one more thing. Although you already are, ask to be stripped naked, bent over and spanked on your exposed bottom.”
Scott paused again. His embarrassment grew. He had nowhere to go and was definitely not in control of the situation. And here he was pressed face down into his sheets, butt-ass naked with his ass in the air for her pleasure.
“Jen,” he began with little more than a muffled whisper. “Will you strip me, bend me over and spank me. Please!”
“I will,” she said. “I am going to spank you quite well. You will come to learn you don’t just randomly grab or smack my ass whenever you please. There has to be permission. You have to ask, at least the first time. No random playing. No playful slaps without any consequences. No leaving me hanging after slapping my ass and just walking away.”
Jen reached across Scott grabbed her bag and rummaged around inside it again. This time the bag was next to Scott’s head and he looked over to see what she was doing. She pulled out his belt she had left with last weekend. His eyes widened. He thought, what have I gotten myself into here. He began to panic and put his face down in his bedsheets to hide his eyes.
Jen saw his reaction and smiled to herself. She took the belt, looped it together and then cracked it in the air. SNNNAAAAAPP!
Scott’s whole body reacted. He wriggled on the bed but kept his face down in the sheets and said nothing.
Jen felt a warm tingle between her legs. She was beginning to get excited and wet. She had complete control and the power trip was going to her head and also between her legs.
She rolled the belt up and set it next to Scott’s head. She grabbed his head and turned it to look at the belt.
“But, I don’t think you are ready for that just yet,” she said. “Your cute little ass is not ready. I will have to train you. And, also, I think you are going to need a safeword. You know, if your smartass can’t take a spanking from a girl and it all becomes too much for you. You need a safeword so neither of us gets hurt.”
She gently patted his butt cheek several times. Scott just nodded.
“So,” she asked. “What do you want as a safeword?”
“Um, stop?” he offered.
“No, no. That’s too easy,” she said. “Something fun.”
“Oh yeah, ok,” he said. “How about ‘pickle’.”
Jen thought about that. “Not bad,” she said.
“What about ‘snapdragon,” Jen offered.
“Snapdragon?,” Scott repeated. “Like the flowers? Yeah, I mean, ok.”
“Great!,” Jen said cheerily. “Let’s put that to a test. I want you to use it. No shame. I mean, no shame other than you bent over with your ass up in the air receiving a spanking completely exposed and under my whim and control. But, no judgement for using the safe word. So I am gonna start whipping your ass and when it reaches a point you can’t tolerate, I want you to use the safeword just to ensure you remember it. Ok?”
Scott nodded his head even though he was face down on the bed.
“Ok, great,” Jen said. “So let’s start all over. Ask me!”
Scott paused and wondered how he had ever gotten himself into this spot. He gathered his fleeting mental strength and pride.
“Jen, will you strip me, bend me over and spank my bare ass. please.”
“Very good boy,” she said.
Jen backed up and got into position. She gently smacked his raised ass cheek.
Her level of excitement was growing. She traced the curves of his ass with her fingers, slid her hand down his thighs, slid her hand between his legs and then gently patted his bottom. She bit her lower lip and let her arm swing and come down hard on his ass.
SMAAACK.
Scott’s body shuddered and jumped.
She let more blows land on his upraised bottom.
SMAAACK! SMAAAAACK! SMAAAAAACK!
With each blow, Jen spanked his ass harder and harder. She was beginning to lose herself in the domination. The sound of the smack of her hand on his exposed buttocks was a sound she greatly enjoyed.
With each blow coming harder than the last, Scott wriggled around the bed, grunted, squirmed and was sucking in air harder after each blow.
After 12 cracks to his ass, Scott finally grunted hard, took a deep breath and struggled to find the word. He lifted his head from the sheets and blurted it out.
“Snapdragon!” he nearly yelled.
Jen stopped slapping his bottom and regained her composure. She swept a dangling hair out of her eyes and smiled to herself. She was getting even wetter. She was enjoying herself almost too much. She reached down and gently ran her hand across his cheeks. They were turning a cute pink color with some signs of her hand imprinted on his ass.
“Good boy,” she said. “You remembered the word. Was that too much for you?”
“No,” he just whispered the word in shame.
“Good,” she said. “Now we know you remember the word. Now we can actually begin your punishment.”
Scott's face sank back into the sheets. He was resigned to his fate, embarrassment and shame. But also he was somewhat excited by it all. He wriggled his wrists, just testing that the restraints were still holding his wrists in place, totally under her control. The metal handcuffs’ chain clinked and tinkled with the movement.
Jen liked the sound the handcuffs as Scott struggled against them.
With that she grabbed his hips and began to reposition him. She pulled at his hips until his cock was just hanging off the bed putting his ass in the position she wanted. She noticed his cock was no longer hard and throbbing. It had lost some of its vigor. She reached between his legs and wrapped her hand around his semi-flaccid cock and began to pull on it. Almost instantly, it began to harden in her hands. She enjoyed the feeling as her movements were bringing him clear pleasure.
Scott let out a tentative moan.
That’s when she started. A smack to his ass cheek. She watched his reaction. She wound up again and smacked the other cheek a little harder. She put her left hand in the small of his back and pushed him down and delivered three more rapid-fire blows to his ass.
SMAAAACK! SMAAAAACK! SMAAAAAACK!
Scott squirmed but was trapped face down with ass exposed to her punishments.
Jen felt the tingle between her legs and the heat of her own excitement growing and began to really enjoy the moment.
She gave him four more blows to his ass as he began to bounce up and down with each of the blows. She could see his legs were wobbling.
SMAAAACK! SMAAAAACK! SMAAAAAACK! SMAAAAAACK!
Scott squirmed more and more and let several cuss words out.
“Oh, your poor little bottom,” she said. “Do you need to use your safeword, smartass?”
Scott thought about it. Thought about it again. He was out of his element. She had total control over him right now. Although he felt the stings of pain on his ass and the embarrassment of being in this position, it also excited him. His mind was spinning.
“No,” he said quietly. “I don’t need my safeword.”
Jen paused and gently rubbed his ass cheeks, enjoying the deepening red glow on his buttocks. She spread his ass cheeks apart. She let her finger slide down his ass, over Scott’s asshole and swirled around it. Scott’s movements stopped, and he began to react to the ass-tease he was experiencing. He began to grind his hips and sway with the movements.
This was new for Scott. It was further embarrassment for him. She had taken control over him. She dominated him completely. Although he was nervous and embarrassed he gave in and let her do as she pleased.
Jen gently teased his asshole without inserting her finger, but definitely pushing inwards.
Scott heard her spit and felt the wet warmth on his asshole. He then felt her fingers sliding around his asshole as she edged him. Scott reacted with a grunt and grinding motion. It didn’t hurt and was beginning to be pleasurable as he gave up all control of his current situation to Jen.
She could see his cock was standing at attention, grinding on the edge of the bed. She liked teasing his asshole, applying pressure on it and watching his body react to her movements.
She swiftly spanked his ass again, harder this time. Then she landed several lighter blows. As her right hand was punishing his bottom, she let her left hand slide down inside her own tan shorts, pushing her panties out of the way and began to rub her engorged lips. She was so very wet and her fingers slid easily up and down her cunt.
She landed more blows on his upturned ass with her right hand and slid one finger of her left hand inside herself and then a second finger. Her level of horniness was out of control. Scott lay before her, willing to take anything she delivered. He was helpless and he had surrendered to her and it made her hot.
Her fingers were soaking wet when she pulled them out of her shorts and panties. She wiped the excess juice on Scott’s reddened ass. Then smacked it hard with her right hand.
Scott felt the moisture on his ass and the new sting it created when she spanked him. He let out a grunt and several grumbles.
His reactions made her relish the control. She let her right hand slap him hard as her passion was nearing a peak.
Scott was just grinding and huffing the air in with deep breaths and moaning with each long exhale.
“Why are you being spanked, Scott?” She shouted.
“UMMF,” he managed to get out. “I was rude! I shouldn’t have slapped your ass!”
SMAAAACK
“WRONG!,” she shouted.
She stopped spanking him and began to rub his ass. She leaned in close to his ear and began to whisper.
“You shouldn’t just spank my ass without permission,” she said. “And more to the point, you should not spank my ass randomly just one time. You have left me hanging so many times.”
She smacked his ass hard. He made a pitiful whiny noise.
She walked out of the bedroom, leaving Scott bent over in his shame. She went to the kitchen and got one of the wooden chairs and brought it back to the bedroom. She set the chair next to the bed and sat in it, staring almost directly at his ass. She noted his cheeks were a nice shade of red now and it was hard to make out any individual handprints she had made as they were just one red blur now.
“Stand up,” she demanded.
Scott struggled to back up off the bed and get himself standing. Jen enjoyed watching his struggle to get to his feet.
Once he was standing, she grabbed his cock again and gave it a tug.
Scott’s knees buckled, but he stood his ground.
Jen stood up and kissed Scott deeply. She wrapped her arms around him and gave him a big hug as she kissed him. She then spun Scott around and sat him on the chair.
Sitting on the wooden chair was not comfortable for Scott as his ass was still stinging from the punishments she had lain upon him. His arms were still behind his back and uncomfortable as well.
She stood over him.
“The truth is, you have been smacking my ass for months,” she said. “But you never take it anywhere. I have been dying to have you pull me over your lap and dominate me.”
Scott looked bewildered and exhilarated. All he could manage to do is nod his head.
Jen pulled her shorts down and stepped out of them revealing a black lacy pair of panties.
“For a long time now I have wanted you to spank me properly,” she said. “I wanted you to strip me, bend me over your knee and spank my bare ass.”
Scott’s eyes bulged in amazement.
Jen pulled her burgundy shirt over her head and threw it on the bed. She then snapped the hook on the black lacey bra that matched her panties and threw it on the bed as well.
Scott marveled at her rounded breasts for the first time and noticed her nipples were standing well at attention.
“But you never have,” she said. “Many a night I would go back home feeling a slight sting on my ass from one of your slaps. I had to take matters into my own hands. I lay in my bed thinking of a time when you would dominate me. I would rub my fingers deep in myself until I came. Just thinking about it.”
With that, Jen stepped out of her panties and slid her fingers across her lips again. She began rubbing back and forth. Her head tilted back, and she was entering a moment of pure pleasure. She then wiped her moistened fingers above Scott’s lip.
The scent instantly sent Scott’s cock throbbing. He remembered the scent from last week. And here it was again, a scent not unlike wine, honey and an intoxicating musky odor. It made his cock jump.
Jen enjoyed the reaction. She turned around and bent over the bed, face down where Scott had been lying only moments ago. She spread her legs.
Scott was pinned to the chair and just watched the show unfolding before his eyes. He watched as she reached her hand between her thighs and spread her lips for him to see. She inserted a finger and began to pulse inside herself.
Jen’s hips began to grind, and she began to breathe harder.
Scott noticed she had a long red mark across her perfectly formed ass cheek.
“What is that welt?” he asked.
Jen paused her pleasure and reached up for Scott’s belt lying next to her on the bed. The same belt she had taken home with her last weekend.
“You have never spanked me like I wanted,” she said. “I took your belt last week. I took it home, and I spanked myself with it.”
She coiled the belt in her hand and reached back and smacked her ass with his belt.
CRAAAACK!
Jen let out a cry as her held tilted back and her eyes closed with the pain and tingling running through her ass cheeks.
Scott was shocked and excited.
Jen lay on the bed quietly grinding and just taking in the feeling of pain and sting on her bottom. After a moment of revelling in the sensastion, she stood up and stood over Scott.
“See, I had to take things into my own hands,” she said. “After self-spanking several times, I’d had enough. I decided I had to dominate you first. You weren’t making any moves. I decided I had to show you what I want.”
“Yes,” he managed to spit out.
Jen draped herself over Scott’s lap, bending over at her waist. She put one of her hands on the floor and the other around Scott’s ankle to steady herself, and her feet were slightly up in the air on the other side.
“I have thought about being over your knees many times now, preparing myself for a proper spanking from you,” she said.
“I … I … would like that,” he said. “I want to spank you. I have for a long time. I just didn’t know how you felt about it.”
“Well, now you do,” she said.
She stayed draped over his knees and began to bob up and down. Her tight little butt with one red welt and a newly forming pink welt pumped up and down as she imagined the spanking she might receive. Jen closed her eyes as she stayed in this position. This is something she had thought about many times, fantasizing about it, masturbating to it. Here she was finally in the position she had thought about so many times.
Her movements brought more scents to his nostrils. He could smell her incredible musk and his cock reacted. He wriggled in the chair, but with his hands restrained he couldn’t do anything about it.
Jen extracted herself from over his knees and turned around and sat on his lap facing away from him.
Scott’s cock reacted and throbbed as he expected her to slip it into her dripping cunt. But Jen had other plans.
Jen leaned forward, face down and slipped her legs behind Scott and her hands reached the floor. She was bent over his lap, spread open for him to admire.
“I also want to be bent over in the wheelbarrow position to be spanked by you,” she cooed.
Jen reached up with one hand and began to stroke her pussy, enjoying the sensation and the position that left her totally exposed to Scott.
Scott was mesmerized and stared at her fingers flicking between her legs and the bobbing of her butt cheeks right in front of him. But again, with the leather restraints, he was helpless to do anything about it right now.
Jen huffed and pumped her hips as she was enjoying the pleasure she was experiencing. Scott was supporting her weight on his lap, and she lay open and exposed to him. She paused again just to enjoy the moment. She locked the memory in her mind, and then she climbed down and stood back up. She placed her leg inside his knee and spread his legs wide apart. She admired his cock that was covered in pre-cum and throbbing wildly.
She sat on his knee, spreading her legs over his knee. She started to slowly grind her wet lips across his thighs. She arched her back, threw her head back and began to grind intensely on his thigh.
Jen felt the electricity grow, the heat between her legs spread, the tingle building. She lost all sense of herself. The pleasure began rolling through her in waves.
“AHHHH,” she screamed. “Yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck, yes.”
Jen was flushed and sweating.
Scott could only watch. He did manage to grind his throbbing cock uselessly in the air. Each pump upward was followed by a collapse downward that only reminded him he had just been spanked by this woman and his ass was still tingling and sore from the experience. That just made the next thrust upward even stronger.
Jen swept the hair out of her face and quickly scrambled off Scott’s lap and unto her knees. She grabbed his wildly throbbing cock and took it into her mouth. She tasted his pre-cum and sweat, which made her excited. She slipped the cock over moistened lips and let it slide over her tongue. She gripped his cock tightly in her mouth and reveled in the ecstasy she was providing.
Scott closed his eyes and lost all control for the second time this evening. He felt the orgasm coming on strong. He pumped away as best he could in his current position. He felt her tongue swirl across his cock. With that, he exploded in her mouth.
“AAAAHHHHH!” he shouted. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”
After that, his words became garbled.
Jen felt him explode in her mouth, releasing all of his tension and shame on her tongue.
Scott slumped in the chair.
Jen collapsed on the floor for a second. She then reached next to the bed and grabbed one of Scott’s abandoned socks. She opened it and spat his load into the sock.
Both sat quietly for a moment, sweating and attempting to catch their breath.
Jen spoke first.
“So,” she said. “Did you have ‘fun’ tonight?”
“Yes!,” Scott grunted.
“Did you like being spanked? Did you like to be dominated with me in control of your punishments?” she asked.
“I did,” he responded coyly and bent his head in the shame of that admission.
“Good boy!” she said. “So, do you understand my frustrations with you? Do you think you can also dominate me and give me the spankings I deserve and want?”
Scott looked down at her and smiled.
“Yes,” he said. “I look forward to it. I want to see you over my knee. Bent over and spanked. I want to spank your ass!”
Jen gave him a smile that showed she was pleased with herself and the evening. It was a smile she was unable to wipe off her face.
“But, you know, due to your lack of initiative in the past, you have created a bit of a monster in me.”
“Really!?” he said sarcastically.
“Smartass,” she responded. “I desire this now. I am also going to take you over my knee and make you thank me for your spankings from now on. Unless, of course, you take me over your knee first.”
“Of course,” he said with a chuckle.
With that, Jen stood up and helped pull Scott out of the chair. She walked behind him and unlocked the handcuffs and threw them on his nightstand. She then unhooked the leather restraints and removed them from his wrists and threw them on the nightstand, also.
Scott rubbed his aching wrists and stretched his arms for the first time.
Jen moved in closer and put her arms around his waist. Scott lowered his arms and hugged Jen back. The two stood naked and spent in each other’s arms for a long time. Scott finally pulled back then leaned in to kiss Jen on the lips gently.
“So, we ARE still on for Friday night, right?” Jen asked with a chuckle.
“Of course we are,” Scott responded.
“Great!,” she said. “I will see you tomorrow night!”
With that, Jen gathered up her clothes and slipped them all back on except for her black lacey panties, which she left sitting on Scott’s nightstand on top of the handcuffs and leather restraints.
Jen grabbed her bag and slung it over her shoulder, turned, kissed Scott one more time and walked out to go back to her home.
“Good night, you naughty little boy,” she said.
“Good night, Snapdragon,” Scott said.
With that, Jen left. Scott was left to clean up the room and think about tomorrow night.
He smiled. Then he had an evil grin.
