The Long Good Sigh M/F sex (?), by NYIrishRed
She lay sobbing over his lap.... her bared bottom ablaze from the paddling he just administered. He had warned her time and time again, yet she continued to indulge in the behavior they both knew was wrong. This time.... the threats became a reality, resulting in the ignominious position in which she now found herself.
Gently, he turned her over. The contact of her sore, throbbing bottom with his jeans brought forth a fresh wave of tears.... and she buried her face in his blue cotton Oxford, grasping the material and curling her body into his. He hugged her tight.... shushing her litany of "I'm sorry.... I'm sorry...." They rocked back and forth for a time, caught up in the tenderness that follows punishment and forgiveness, and eventually his hand crept down to soothe the pain he had justifiably caused.
After a while.... when her sobs subsided into the occasional soft hiccup.... his ministrations took a right turn to concentrate on her auburn curls. She shifted slightly to accommodate his gentle probing, and he slid his forearm between her thighs.... pressing upwards while caressing her reddened bottom with his long fingers. The burning on her bottom was replaced with a burning elsewhere, and she thrust her hips shyly against his arm in answer.
Seeing the desired reaction, he shifted back on the bed.... tucking her into the crook of his left arm. Keeping his hand between her thighs, he stroked the soft golden red hairs that ran along the cleft of her bottom and merged with the bright thatch he called little red. She growled softly, and opened her legs a little.... permitting him entrance into the place that she claimed was hers alone.
As he fondled and probed, she slowly raised her head to look at him. He smiled at her half-woebegone.... half-aroused expression and kissed her gently on her reddened nose. Her hand came up.... tentatively.... and touched his face, stroking the soft stubble of beard and finding its way to the nape of his neck. She tugged his head down and he accepted the unspoken invitation.... capturing her mouth with his. He ran his tongue along her lips, tasting the salt from her tears, and was rewarded with the sound of her caught breath and a renewed thrusting of her hips.
All pretense of gentleness gone now, his fingers and tongue assaulted her very senses, the two of them matching each other in a demand for response, bearing down on her uncertainty. His thumb found her, and she cried out his name.... opening both her mouth and her legs in acquiescence to his tacit demand for her submission. She gave it.... surprisingly.... trustingly.
As he brought her higher and higher, she submitted.... held in thrall as much now as she was those long moments ago when he pinned her across his lap to dispense his painful retribution. There was no pain now, though.... only sensation after sensation as her body crested and slammed onto shore. She moaned into his mouth as his tongue echoed the pounding inside her. He felt the rhythmic pulsing around his fingers...and slowed to bring her back to earth.... kissing her gently now.... stroking her curls lightly while her body calmed itself.... rocking her once again as a long sigh shook her and her breathing became less shallow.
He hugged her to him.... placing a proprietary hand on her bottom.... feeling the heat still emanating from her spanked globes. He thought of how she looked earlier, sprawled across his knees with her arm pinned to the small of her back. It had hurt him to hurt her.... but her recalcitrance helped harden his resolve, and he had raised his leg.... bringing her bottom up high for the paddle. He felt himself harden again.... in a different manner.... and glanced down at her. Her breathing was deep and even.... her hand still clutching his now impossibly wrinkled shirt. It was his turn to sigh.
Another time.... maybe.