Page 24 of Massacre Monday

“Yep. You can take off after.”

She’s wary. As her wan expression considers me for some time, I almost lose my cool waiting. Her head whips toward the fence far in the distance, about another mile away, then she finally says, “Fine. Deal. You want another blowjob?”

“God, no.”

“You’re a jerk.” The dirt shifts as she widens her stance, as if bracing for a physical fight. “What do you want, then?”

“To spank you.”

“T-tospankme?”

“That’s it.”

I’m sure if she weren’t wearing face paint and it was daytime, her cheeks would be bright salmon right now. “Whatever. Where do you want me?”

With a sigh of absolute pleasure, I grit out, “I wasreallyhoping you’d ask that.” In a swift motion, I pull my handcuffs out of my back pocket and snag one of her wrists, clipping the metal bracelet to it as she pulls away. “Ah, ah. You agreedandyou truly don’t get a say here.”

She relents somewhat, and I tug her across the clearing to a smaller tree, force her to face it, then wrap her arms around it while securing the handcuffs. There’s enough distance for her to bend slightly, and that’s what I help her do with a palm in the middle of her back.

My hands slip down the front of her jeans and unbutton them, but she wiggles. “Hey! Why are you taking my pants off?”

“How do you expect me to spank you with them on?”

“I wasn’t expectingnakedpunishment.”

I shove my hard cock on her thick bottom, grip her zipper, tug it down, and lean over her back to murmur in her ear. “Expect to be naked a lot around me.”

A hushed gasp falls from her lips, and I stand up with a smile. That little sound was enough to make the blood rocket toward my dick, pumping it fuller than it already was.

When I rip her jeans down to her knees, I’m a bit surprised to see she’s wearing some giant black panties. She shifts on her feet, as if embarrassed and not wanting me to see. As I grip the fabric, I realize it’s thicker than normal, almost like slick chain mail.

“What in the fuck are these?”

She murmurs something, low and soft.

“Anti, huh? I didn’t hear you.”

“Anti-rape panties!”

I snicker. “Oh. You thought of everything, didn’t you…” With some effort, I unlock all the bands and shift them down until they hold her thighs in place better than a rope. “Everything except me.”

Her perfect round butt is bare and ripe for punishing. If only the moon were brighter tonight, I’d get to see all the colors I’m about to decorate it with. The early morning sky has shifted from pitch black to indigo blue, and I scan our surroundings, making sure no one can see her.

“How many should we do, criminal?”

She tosses her hair over her shoulder to look at me. “One, because I don’t deserve— Ouch!” A loud scream of pain interrupts her words as I swat her backside with a flat palm.

“I want you to count, and I’m feeling pious tonight for some reason. Thinking that since you, dearSigmasister, are a number three from your house andI’ma number nine from mine atTheta…we’ll do twelve.”

My hips jut forward to give my cock more room in my jeans, but I know things are about to get uncomfortable.

“I can’t do twelve.”

“Too bad. Shouldn’t have broken the rules, rebel.” With the hand I spanked her with, I rub it over where I just smacked, the heat from her skin making mine melt. Then, I switch to her other cheek and lay one on her as she jolts with a squeal. The sound shoots straight to my heavy balls, which tingle with the need for reprieve. “How many was that?”

“T-two.”

“Good girl.”