"Spank Me...Please" (Part Two)

The first time Leah had met with Mike, she had felt herself falling for the power within his touch and even his dominant nature. But by the end of their pleasurable time together, she knew she had to stem the flow of emotion for the handsome bearded lover.

Since seeing him, she had repeatedly reminded herself that he was married, albeit in an open relationship. Leah didn't want to long for someone she couldn't truly call her own, so she had told him she wanted to be spanked. The truth was she had no inclination towards being spanked, or punished in any way. The thought of it made her slightly afraid, and there was zero sensuality in the act, as far as she was concerned. Leah felt certain if Mike were to spank her, the trust in him, and want for him would be significantly reduced.

Mike called one day, telling her to meet him at a park by the bay, and she wondered how they could possibly be intimate in such a public setting. To her surprise, delight, and lastly, disappointment, they met only to sit in her truck and talk. He kissed her close to the end of the conversation, and her body responded in force, with a rush of sensation and wetness between her legs. He kissed her again, holding her head back by sliding his hand into her hair and pulling it back, then kissing her neck down to her breast. He held the nipple lightly between his teeth, licked it, and kissed his way back to her mouth. For a few minutes, Leah's head followed her body in a rush of need for him to touch and taste every part of her. She was moaning, unaware of it, and he kissed her again, rubbing the interior of her thigh. He chuckled deeply when her legs spread as his hand rubbed at the top of her thigh."Mike, please..." she said.

Leah opened her eyes, and Mike was looking into them. Time would seem to have stopped if her breath hadn't been near panting.

"Do you still want to be spanked?"

Leah swallowed. The answer was 'No', but what about the plan to not get hooked on Mike? She felt herself nodding her head 'yes', with one difference from the first time, and that was a feeling of excitement and curiosity.

"Meet me tomorrow at the north entrance to the low dunes. Two o'clock."

She agreed, and he kissed her again, whispering in her ear that he wanted to spank her ass, and fuck it, too. Leah shivered in the warmth, still shaking after Mike had already driven away, and wanting him to do anything he wanted...anything at all.

The next day, nearly 2 PM, Leah drove her truck hard and fast so she wouldn't be late to meet Mike. She was still a quarter of a mile away and could see his truck, and he pulled onto the dunes road as she turned in, so she followed. Along the way, there were plenty of places that seemed to offer seclusion, but Mike kept going. When Mike finally left the road, it surprised Lean to see it faced the bay, an area without dunes, some tall, shrub bushes that weren't tame, and not too far from the main roadway. It left her wondering if today's meeting would be as it had been the day prior, with mostly kissing, as the area seemed to lack privacy.

When Mike met Leah at the front of their trucks, he put his arms around her, engulfing her lips in his own, hands rubbing down her body past her hips. He spoke after kissing her face, and licking her neck beneath her ear. "I'm happy to see you wore a skirt, and I can tell there's nothing underneath. That's good."

He kissed her again. "Let's get in your rig."