She knew what punishment meant to Grant, and a part of her was looking forward to it, although she wasn’t sure if she wanted Justin to see her humiliation. Before, it had only been her and Grant without an audience. She was nervous. Her stomach felt heavy, and she could feel the sour feeling rising in her throat.
Justin took the stairs quickly, and she stared at his face, looking for signs of discomfort. She wasn’t a small girl, and the last thing she wanted was to be further embarrassed. What if he tripped? What if he pulled a muscle because of her weight? The horrible pictures played through her mind, and she hated herself because of them. She wanted to be pretty. She wanted men to look at her the way they stared at Bella, Hannah, and Jessica. Just once, she wanted to be skinny and perfect.
When they reached Justin and Grant’s home, Justin put her down, letting her slide down his body so that she could feel his arousal. She sucked in a breath and realized that he really did want her. That thought blew her away. These two sexy men actually wanted to be with her. She stood a little straighter, shoulders back, shoving her breasts forward as they stared.
Justin walked over to an armless chair in the living room of the apartment. He sat down and stared at her. Her breathing was erratic, and she knew what was coming, although it seemed odd that he would be the one to punish her when it had been Grant giving the spanking before. She stared at him, waiting to hear what he would say.
“You look surprised that I’m going to be the one spanking you. Did you think only Grant would be given that particular pleasure? Grant isn’t the only one that gets to have his hands on that luscious ass. Come here.” She walked toward him, biting her lip to keep herself from saying anything. She didn’t want this night to end too soon. She stood in front of him, and he openly stared at her, looking up and down, assessing her body. She wanted to hide. She wanted to cover herself even though she was still fully clothed.
“Take off your clothes. When I spank you, I don’t want any barriers. I want to see your perfect ass turn a nice shade of pink.” He was so blunt, and Alyssa stood frozen, surprised that he was being more assertive. In all of their prior conversations, he was always the sweet, laid-back one, less intense. Right now, though, she was surprised how much he reminded her of Grant.
“Alyssa? I’m waiting. Take off your clothes.” He sounded stern, and she moved her shaky hands. She pulled her T-shirt over her head and started to unbutton her pants. She toed off her shoes and pulled her jeans off. She stood before him in only a bra and panties and moved her arms to cover her stomach. She felt her eyes sting and knew she was on the brink of crying. Why couldn’t they just take her to the bedroom and fuck her in the dark? Why did the lights have to be on? She felt like she was in a spotlight and all her flaws were on display.
“Bra and panties.” His voice sounded deeper than before, and she finally looked at his face. His jaw was tight and his eyes sparkled. He looked turned-on, and that realization made her smile a little. She never felt sexy, but maybe that’s because every sexual encounter had been in pitch-black bedrooms so that men couldn’t really see her body.
She moved her hands and peeled off her panties first. She crossed her legs, wanting to hide herself. Then she removed her bra, dropping it to the floor with the rest of her clothes. She took a few deep breaths, trying to calm down.
“Beautiful. I have no idea what it is you see when you look in the mirror, but I’m going to tell you what I see.” Alyssa jerked her head up and stared at Justin. Grant walked next to him and leaned against the wall, staring at her as well. They both looked hungry, and she felt herself relaxing a little.
“I see a very sexy woman, a real woman. You have the perfect body, a 1950s pinup. Full, gorgeous breasts and ripe
Justin took the stairs quickly, and she stared at his face, looking for signs of discomfort. She wasn’t a small girl, and the last thing she wanted was to be further embarrassed. What if he tripped? What if he pulled a muscle because of her weight? The horrible pictures played through her mind, and she hated herself because of them. She wanted to be pretty. She wanted men to look at her the way they stared at Bella, Hannah, and Jessica. Just once, she wanted to be skinny and perfect.
When they reached Justin and Grant’s home, Justin put her down, letting her slide down his body so that she could feel his arousal. She sucked in a breath and realized that he really did want her. That thought blew her away. These two sexy men actually wanted to be with her. She stood a little straighter, shoulders back, shoving her breasts forward as they stared.
Justin walked over to an armless chair in the living room of the apartment. He sat down and stared at her. Her breathing was erratic, and she knew what was coming, although it seemed odd that he would be the one to punish her when it had been Grant giving the spanking before. She stared at him, waiting to hear what he would say.
“You look surprised that I’m going to be the one spanking you. Did you think only Grant would be given that particular pleasure? Grant isn’t the only one that gets to have his hands on that luscious ass. Come here.” She walked toward him, biting her lip to keep herself from saying anything. She didn’t want this night to end too soon. She stood in front of him, and he openly stared at her, looking up and down, assessing her body. She wanted to hide. She wanted to cover herself even though she was still fully clothed.
“Take off your clothes. When I spank you, I don’t want any barriers. I want to see your perfect ass turn a nice shade of pink.” He was so blunt, and Alyssa stood frozen, surprised that he was being more assertive. In all of their prior conversations, he was always the sweet, laid-back one, less intense. Right now, though, she was surprised how much he reminded her of Grant.
“Alyssa? I’m waiting. Take off your clothes.” He sounded stern, and she moved her shaky hands. She pulled her T-shirt over her head and started to unbutton her pants. She toed off her shoes and pulled her jeans off. She stood before him in only a bra and panties and moved her arms to cover her stomach. She felt her eyes sting and knew she was on the brink of crying. Why couldn’t they just take her to the bedroom and fuck her in the dark? Why did the lights have to be on? She felt like she was in a spotlight and all her flaws were on display.
“Bra and panties.” His voice sounded deeper than before, and she finally looked at his face. His jaw was tight and his eyes sparkled. He looked turned-on, and that realization made her smile a little. She never felt sexy, but maybe that’s because every sexual encounter had been in pitch-black bedrooms so that men couldn’t really see her body.
She moved her hands and peeled off her panties first. She crossed her legs, wanting to hide herself. Then she removed her bra, dropping it to the floor with the rest of her clothes. She took a few deep breaths, trying to calm down.
“Beautiful. I have no idea what it is you see when you look in the mirror, but I’m going to tell you what I see.” Alyssa jerked her head up and stared at Justin. Grant walked next to him and leaned against the wall, staring at her as well. They both looked hungry, and she felt herself relaxing a little.
“I see a very sexy woman, a real woman. You have the perfect body, a 1950s pinup. Full, gorgeous breasts and ripe
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