I is for intimate insolence

On Sunday night, we drove back to the hotel after having a delicious dinner. When we got back to the room, my guy had to look up the address of our company in Montreal. He was okay having me take a shower first.

I had to wash my hair, so I took a bit longer. I came out all relaxed and fresh. It was then my guy's turn.

The sad thing about the room is that we have two double beds. I felt like my guy was so far away. He tried to convince me that I'd have more blankets, as he tends to hog them whenever we are sleeping in the same bed.

My guy and I do fit on the same bed. We cuddled for a bit. He then found my bottom and gave me several smacks with his bare hand.

"You are such a bad girl," he said, accenting the end of his sentence with a hard smack.
"How am I bad girl?" I asked him rhetorically.
"You are always bad. I want to play with you, but you're on your period," he reasoned, continuing his hard assault on my butt.
"I can't control that," I reasoned.
"But, it's still your body, so it's your fault," he explained.

The smacks came harder and lasted longer than I had expected. I must have received at least fifty smacks. I enjoyed every moment of it. He did manage to make me reach orgasm, as I was so turned on by being spanked and fondled.

As for him, I gave him a handjob. I tried something new by rubbing his erect penis with both my hands. I loved how it felt in my hands and how smooth its head was.

My guy came again. We cuddled for a bit. I was rubbing my bottom. My guy asked whether the spanking was too hard. My butt did hurt, but I told him that he spanked me well.