Hotel Spanking

Sometimes a weary traveler will do anything to get a good night’s sleep in a noisy hotel:

“What the fuck do you want?” Her dark eyebrows arched mockingly, and her nose reminded Brian of a hawk.

Brian refused to be cowed.

“Would you shut the door? I’m trying to sleep.” He tried to get his temper under control. Every hotel he stayed in had someone who didn’t give a fuck if anyone got a good night’s sleep.

“What?” she said into the phone. “Oh, it’s some guy in a bathrobe who wants his beddy-time.”

She grinned in response to something. “Not bad. Muscular arms and legs, probably nice abs. But too much of a white-bread pussy. Yeah, pinky time again.”

Brian gently pushed her into the room as she laughed into the phone. She swatted at him but missed.

“I’m shutting the door. Good night,” he said with as much dignity as he could muster, and then pulled the door shut. He turned back to his room. What a fucking lioness!

“Not so fast, honey!” The door flew open. “Hey Sophie, this guy thinks he can shut up Sharon Ampleby!” She bumped her dimpled knees together and put her hands on her cheeks in mock horror. “I’m so scared of the big bad pussy! Oh, he looks all steamed! Gonna spank me?” She flipped up the back of her shirt, flashing her curvy round rump, slipped into a lacy red thong.

Brian blushed and glanced away. She was shameless and goddamned sexy as well. Sharon snorted and turned away, continuing her conversation at her usual volume.

“Just another dickless wonder. Anyway…”

Brian rushed back into her room, slamming the door behind him. He tapped the chattering Sharon on the shoulder. She turned with a look of exasperation on her face.

“I’ll call you back. Gotta deal with the beddy-boy.” She snapped the cell shut. “Hey little boy, I’m trying to talk on the phone here. Why don’t you just run along, since you’re not man enough to know how to treat a goddess like me.”

“No,” growled Brian. “I believe I know exactly what to do with a girl like you!” He snatched the phone from her hand. “You won’t be needing that,” he said, tossing it onto the bed.

“Keep your hands off my stuff!” she snarled.

“Oh, I’ve tried being nice.” Brian could feel all the resentments of the past two weeks of travel, of airports and hotel rooms, of lousy restaurants and boorish tourists bubbling up uncontrollably. He grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her over to the twin of the chair in his room. He sat down and pulled her roughly across his lap.

“It’s time you learned some manners!”

“What!” she gasped. “You can’t do this!”

“Oh, yes I can.” He pulled back the tail of her shirt and smiled at her firm round bottom. It was really a sight to enjoy. Her red lacy thong plunged between her full, well muscled cheeks. He gently ran his hand over them, so soft, yet so firm.

“I don’t suppose you want to apologize?” he asked, taking a deep breath.

“How dare you touch me!” She tried to pull herself free, but he just pushed her head forward and down, so her beautiful ass stuck up into the air.

“Good.” He gave her a short sharp slap across both cheeks, just a warm up really. This was just the ticket for a frustrated traveler!

The sound of flesh hitting flesh echoed around the room. Her flanks tightened and her knuckles turned white as she clutched the chair in surprise. He raised his hand high into the air, really winding up this time. She twisted her head and watched, her mouth hanging open with disbelief. Then his hand swung down, hard as hell and solid. The spank heard round the world!

“Oww!!” she screamed, twisting and pulling pleasurably across his lap. He held her firm. “You bastard. You cock sucking bastard!!”

“Careful Sharon,” he said, watching as his large red hand-print rose to the surface of her generous buttocks. “Not everyone thinks cock sucking is a bad idea.”

“Cock sucking is for servile pussies,” she growled, her talon like red nails trying to reach his legs.

“You have no idea how to be nice, do you?” He smacked her again, just as hard as the last, across her left cheek this time. She screamed again, with a mixture of pain and frustration.

“The rooms are actually quite sound proof,” he said, letting her have one on her right cheek. “If you keep the door shut.”

“Stop that!” she demanded. Her nails came close to getting him, but he pushed her further forward, her pubis dragging across his stiffening cock. Now her ass was presented to him perfectly on the platter of his lap as she was forced to brace her hands on the floor.

“You’ve never been disciplined, have you Sharon?”