by Clive Dixon
(05/07/08)

Jenna's bare ass floated in the candlelit room like a big harvest moon, a moon with a decidedly pink glow. Their rosy hue made the round orbs of flesh even more desirable, and for a moment Seth just stood in silent admiration. At the same time, he couldn't get the Big Question out of his head -- the question that had preoccupied him for the better part of two months.

That Jenna would have sex with him was no longer in doubt, though until tonight he hadn't thought that longed-for goal was any more likely than a wish upon a star. But her behavior during dinner had brought him sudden hope. From the moment they got to the restaurant, she'd been much more flirtatious than usual, touching him and letting her leg rest against his.

By the time she invited him back to her apartment, Seth was hard and aching. And she hadn't waited long to let him know her intentions. They were barely through the front door when she was leading him to her bedroom, lighting strategically placed candles and stripping off her clothes. She kissed him once on the mouth -- a long lingering kiss -- and then crawled onto the bed. There she sank down on her forearms, her upturned ass an unmistakable invitation.

"So how long are you planning on making a girl wait?" Jenna asked, breaking into his reverie. She was looking over her shoulder and grinning at him in that mischievous way he'd always loved. He had the feeling she knew exactly the impact her naked butt was having on him.

"Just a second."

Seth started to undress quickly, but as he pulled off his T-shirt and undid his jeans he kept thinking about his Big Question. Was it her? Could it have been Jenna who'd written those words in class that day?

Five months earlier he'd slid behind the small desk in his year-long Human Behavior class, feeling all the nervousness of a first-year grad student. Jenna had stuck out her hand and introduced herself immediately. They were both just starting the PhD program in clinical psychology and, as Jenna had put it, you needed as many friends as you could get to make it through the grueling five-year program. Seth had been struck immediately by her straw-blond hair and brown eyes, as well as by a sexual energy that made her whole face seem to glow.

They'd become "school pals" (that's the way Seth thought of them) almost immediately, grabbing cups of coffee together between classes and sharing articles to save copying expenses. Seth hadn't expected things would ever go further than that. At twenty-four, Jenna was a good nine years younger than he was, and he suspected -- painful as it was to acknowledge -- that she viewed him as a kindly older brother. He doubted many older brothers were as aware of how good their sisters' butts looked in a pair of jeans, but she didn't need to know he felt that way. It was enough that he got to spend so much time with her.

Or it was until that fateful day in class. They were in the middle of the unit on human sexuality, and their instructor led them in a couple of exercises designed to help them become more comfortable talking with clients about sex. In the first, they had to come up with as many words as they could think of -- slang or otherwise -- for sexual parts and acts while the instructor wrote them down on the blackboard. Seth still remembered the sexual charge he felt when Jenna volunteered the word "pussy."

But the second exercise undid him. The instructor asked them to write a "sexual secret" on a scrap of paper, which she then collected and read anonymously. Seth had chosen something fairly safe -- that he and a former girlfriend had once made love on a cliff overlooking the ocean in Oregon. He'd tried to look nonchalant when the teacher read his secret, but it was the next one that grabbed his attention: Getting my bottom spanked during sex makes me intensely aroused.

Without meaning to, Seth had immediately glanced at Jenna, but she'd just raised her eyebrows and smiled back enigmatically. After class, they'd gone out for coffee.

"That was fun," Jenna said, her face pinker than usual. "I was starting to feel downright hot by the end of class."

He tried to get Jenna to speculate which of their classmates might have had the spanking secret, but she didn't seem interested. Try as he might, however, he couldn't shake the idea that it was hers. Seth had had occasional fleeting sexual thoughts about Jenna. Now they became intense fantasies, many of which involved her offering her beautiful, shapely ass for him to spank. He feared she could see his thoughts in his eyes (or in his near-permanent erection).

For some reason, the use of the word bottom had made Seth even more aroused. The word had an innocence that Seth associated with a girl-next-door type. And with her fresh looks and bubbly personality, Jenna had always struck Seth as the girl next door, albeit one with a healthy sex drive. That the girl next door might get off on having her bottom spanked made his cock go from zero to sixty in five seconds flat.

"Seth, are you still there?" Jenna sounded impatient now. "Am I going to have to take care of myself?" Her fingers suddenly appeared between her legs, and she began to rub in a slow circular motion. Seth noticed that she shaved her pussy. He also noticed that she was glistening with wetness.

"Sorry," he said sheepishly. "Coming."

"I'll be the one coming if you don't get over here," Jenna teased, her voice suddenly husky.

He slid down his boxers and kicked them into a corner. When he got to the bed, he reached until his hand was only a couple of inches away from Jenna's rear end -- from her bottom. Then he slowly lowered it, palm down, and began to rub gently. Her warm skin felt as smooth as a satin sheet, and as he rubbed first one side of her ass and then the other, Jenna moaned. Seth had an overwhelming desire to smack that pretty pink butt, but he hesitated. What if it hadn't been Jenna who wrote that secret? What if she freaked out? What if she changed her mind about having sex?

"You're still wondering about it, aren't you?" she asked suddenly.

Feeling as though she'd read his mind, Seth froze. "What?"

"That day in Human Behavior class. I saw the way you looked at me. You've been wondering if I'm the one who likes to get her bottom spanked."

Seth felt suddenly exposed and foolish. "I...you..." he started to say, but his words stuck in his throat.

Jenna laughed. "There's nothing wrong with your wondering," she said. "In fact, it made me feel really hot to imagine that's what you were thinking about."

"It did?" Seth asked cautiously.

"Go over to my dresser and open the bottom drawer."

Confused, Seth did as he was told. He found himself looking at three stacks of neatly folded T-shirts.

"Reach in the back," Jenna said. "It's in the back."

Wondering what "it" was, Seth searched until his hand closed over a thin, hard shaft. When he pulled it out, it took him a moment to recognize what he was holding: a riding crop.

Looking over her shoulder to see Seth's reaction, Jenna laughed again. "Have I shocked you?"

"No," Seth managed to choke out.

"Do you know what I want you to do with it?" There was a sense of urgency in her voice.

"I have a pretty good idea," Seth said, still trying to get his mind around the idea that his fantasy was about to come true.

"Then do it, because just thinking about it is making my clit feel like it's about to explode."

Seth struck the leather flap of the crop against his hand. It made a satisfying smack! and stung his hand. Jenna whimpered.

Tentatively, he let the leather flap brush against Jenna's rear end. Then he pulled it back and lightly smacked her. She let out a high-pitched moan. He smacked her other cheek and she moaned again.

"You don't have to be so gentle," she said, panting now.

Seth smacked harder, first one side of her bottom, then the other...and sometimes, half accidentally, in the middle. Occasionally he slipped the leather flap between her legs and rubbed her there. Her juices dripped down her cunt.

"Come here," Jenna pushed herself up onto her hands. "I want to suck your cock."

Seth's erection was throbbing intensely. She didn't have to ask twice. He walked around and squatted in front of her. Jenna didn't use her hands; she craned forward to lick the underside of his cock from base to tip.

It was Seth's turn to groan.

Jenna concentrated at first on the head of Seth's cock, licking, then swallowing it and letting it slide out of her mouth. She started to plunge down his shaft, taking him in a little deeper each time. Through the intense pleasure, Seth became aware that he was still holding the riding crop. He reached over Jenna's body and whacked her now cherry-red bottom.

Spanking her while she sucked on his cock made Seth hotter than he'd ever felt before. And all at once he didn't want to be in her mouth anymore. All he could think about was her hot wet hole.

When he pulled out of her mouth and scrambled to the other side of the bed, Jenna didn't protest. She tilted her pelvis so he had clear access to her pussy. He was still slick from her saliva. He rubbed its head across her opening, let it slip teasingly in and out.

Jen moaned continuously. He slid full-length inside her and began to fuck her with slow, steady thrusts. While they fucked, he fondled her breasts with both hands. Then he slid one hand between her legs and found her clit.

Jenna made so much noise when she came that Seth feared the neighbors might call the police. But he was too focused on pleasure to care. He could feel her cunt clutching at his cock, and a moment later he was coming himself in intense bursts. They collapsed together in a heap.

Later, when they'd recovered enough to talk, Jenna held his face between her hands and smiled in a sly kind of way.

"What?" he asked.

"I have a confession," she said. She hesitated, as if unsure how to put it. "It wasn't me," she said.

Seth pushed himself up onto one elbow. "What wasn't you?"

"That secret in Human Behavior. I didn't write it. This is the first time anyone's ever spanked me."

Seth waved the riding crop. "But what about this?" he demanded.

Jenna blushed. "I knew you thought I'd written that secret. I could see it in your eyes. And the more I thought about it, the hotter I felt."

"So you were thinking about it too?"

She nodded. "A couple of weeks ago I was in Barnes and Noble. I came across some collections of erotic short stories. One was about spanking, and I bought it, even though it embarrassed the hell out of me when I took it to the counter."

"And?"

"The more stories I read, the hornier I got." She laughed. "I even masturbated in the bathroom at school last week. When we made plans to go out to dinner, I knew that was my chance."

The thought of Jenna masturbating in the bathroom at school caused a stirring between Seth's legs. He reached over with the riding crop and smacked Jenna's ass.

"And the riding crop?"

"Oh, that," Jenna said, blushing again. "My roommate rides horses. I stole it from her closet. Borrowed it."

Seth laughed. Then he had a sudden thought. "So what was your secret?"

Jenna reached over and ruffled his hair. "Wouldn't you like to know."

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