HIS By Design -Coveting Claire by Helen Karol Page A

quietly steely. “And this
doesn’t break our truce. Taking down your pants and spanking your
bare bottom, now that would break our truce.”
    Claire drew in her breath. The idea that he
might spank her bare never occurred to her. She wriggled and bucked
frantically while struggling with her deeply ambiguous emotions. On
one hand, she felt desperate to avoid the spanking, while on the
other she knew she’d be deeply disappointed if he backed down.
    She soon realized that was not going to be an
issue when the first spank landed. The blow took her breath away.
She couldn’t hold in her surprise at how much it hurt, realizing
now that he’d been pretty light with his spanks the night before.
“Fuck, Julian! Is that what you call taking it easy!”
    Julian tightened his arm around her waist and
tipped her a little further over his knee. “Language, Claire. I can
see you’ve picked up some bad habits in the Big Apple.”
    He took note of her protest, however.
Lightening the force of his blows considerably, he systematically
applied a number of stinging spanks all over her upturned bottom in
a leisurely, unhurried rhythm. Claire couldn’t help thinking it was
so typical of him to deliver the smacks in such a measured manner.
Starting at the top of her cheek he worked his way down in
overlapping spanks all the way to the soft underside where bottom
and thigh met. Spanking backwards and forwards rhythmically between
each sit spot, he heated them enough to elicit a number of howls
and bucking from her before working his way back up the other cheek
in the same overlapping system. Then he repeated his journey only
in an alternating pattern of spanks across both cheeks this
time.
    Humping and bucking across his thighs, she
let out her breath and concentrated on coping with the heat
building in her backside. Even through the cotton material of her
pants, she felt the burn and not just in her buttocks. Her pelvis
and pussy were hot and throbbing in cadence with his every smack.
Just before it started to truly hurt, he stopped and ran his hand
over her bottom. It was a simple, straightforward action, but on
top of the heat from the spanking, it felt insidiously erotic.
Claire bit her lip and tried not to moan too obviously.
    After a few moments, he lifted her, sitting
her on his lap. Amusement was rife in his tone and touch, but his
arousal was abundantly clear. “Let that be a lesson to you, young
lady. That should teach you not to assault me to gain an unfair
advantage.”
    Wriggling on his lap, she took satisfaction
in the effect that had on his body. Nevertheless the playful nature
of this spanking was uppermost. She stuck out her tongue and threw
him a rebellious look. He laughed, kissed her pouting lips and then
flipped her back across his knee. “Now, about your language.”
    Claire howled in protest repeating her futile
warnings. He ignored her, spanking her more robustly this time
focusing on the join between her bottom and thighs. Again, he let
her up before it became too painful. Drawing them both to their
feet, he sent her towards the garage with a powerful swat. “Out to
the car, woman. I’ve worked up quite an appetite for lunch after
that.”
    “Brute.” She flung back at him as she
flounced away towards the car rubbing her bottom.
    “Brat.” He countered.
    ***

    Their light-hearted mood continued over lunch
as they baited one another and traded insults across the checkered
tablecloth of the outside cafe.  Claire decided to round off
her meal with an ice cream cone, so they made their way along the
wharf to the Baskin-Robbins concession.  
    Julian watched indulgently as she deliberated
over her selection, his eyes on the cute bottom he'd enjoyed
spanking not so long ago. He'd hoped she might have desires in that
direction and the easy way they'd slipped into it was typical of
the camaraderie that marked their relationship. It boded well for
his plans. He was pleasantly aroused and agreeably satisfied