The following is an excerpt from my story Amanda Baker Shakes Her Moneymaker. This piece contains explicit sexual content. Be warned! As this scene opens, Amanda and her step-brother Bryce have just had sweaty, wild sex after Amanda danced naked at Bryce’s bachelor party. But they aren’t done yet…
“That was great,” he panted. “You are great.”
“Actually, I am very bad,” she purred and snuggled up next to Bryce’s broad, strong body.
She was bad! She had fucked her own step-brother on the night before his wedding. That was downright evil! But she didn’t regret it in the least. It was one of the most exciting things she had ever done.
Yet, she felt like something was missing. It was a feeling she often had after sex. She found herself wishing the sex could be a little rougher, a little more aggressive. She yearned for a smack on her ass or a yank on her hair – something sexy and just a little scary. She never mentioned this to any of her lovers, though. She had never been with anyone she trusted that much. What if they took things too far? What if they thought she was perverted and weird? None of those were responses Amanda was ready to deal with.
“You are a bad girl,” Bryce agreed, pulling Amanda out of her train of thought. “I wish I
had known that years ago.”
Amanda just smiled. It was news to her as well! The night had been full of surprises for her. She shaved her pubic hair. She wore sexy, kinky lingerie. She danced naked in a room full of strangers. She seduced a gorgeous, desirable man. None of those were things she could have imagined herself doing just the day before. More than that, she could never have imagined how much she thoroughly enjoyed doing them.
She had shown Bryce a side of herself that she hadn’t even acknowledged before. And he
wasn’t rejecting her, he wasn’t judging her. And why would he? They had stepped out of line together. She seduced her step-brother, but he had fucked his little sister. Maybe Bryce was the one who could give her the things she was afraid to ask for. What was there to be afraid of? He couldn’t possibly think she was more perverted than he already did – not after tonight.
“Maybe you should punish me,” she suggested softly.
“Are you kidding? I’m thrilled with…”
“No, I mean,” she interrupted. She rubbed her shapely thighs against him. “I mean, you
should punish me. Because I’ve been soooo bad.”
“Oh,” he said with a twinkle in his eye. “What should we do with such a naughty girl?”
“I think I need to be spanked,” she breathed.
“Yes, you do,” he agreed. Bryce sat up quickly and slid to the end of the bed. “Come here,”
Amanda’s heart raced at his harsh tone. She felt a sharp, exhilarating stab of fear in the back of her mind, but also a sense of profound peace. Bryce would take care of her – she was in good hands. She crawled across the bed and lay over her step-brother’s lap.
“If it gets to be too much,” he whispered under his breath like a kid telling secrets in the
back of class, “just say ‘time out’ okay?”
“Okay,” she agreed. He gently caressed her bare ass. He squeezed her soft, yielding flesh
from her shapely thighs up to the dip of her narrow waist. She was starting to think he had changed his mind when suddenly the warm hand disappeared. He brought it back down onto the rounded part of her ass with a loud smack.
“Ooo,” she exclaimed in shock. He wasn’t playing with her! That really hurt! His palm
slapped against her round rump again. Her soft skin burned with the heat of his strikes. But she felt something else as well – a different heat down in her middle. She was getting turned on! Her kinky spanking fantasy was finally coming true and her body loved it.
“This is for,” he told her sternly then delivered another slap to her ass, “forgetting the stripper.” Slap. Slap. The pain was delicious. Bryce seemed to know just how hard to strike her –hard enough to get her attention, but not hard enough to really hurt. Had he done this before?
“I’m so sorry,” she insisted. Amanda tried to sound sincere – she truly did regret nearly
ruining the bachelor party. She couldn’t hide, however, how aroused she was becoming. Her voice was ragged and breathy, betraying the fact that her “punishment” was actually getting her off like crazy.
“And this,” Bryce continued. He delivered an open-handed smack to Amanda’s other cheek. “Is for teasing all those men with your hot, little body.”
“But they liked it,” she whined between strikes.
“That isn’t why you did it,” Bryce countered. Smack. Smack.
“I did it for you!” she insisted. “So you would have the … ouch! … have the party you
“That isn’t why either,” Bryce growled. He struck her again – harder this time. “Why did
you do it? Say it!”
“I did it because …” she began. She intended to say she did the dance for Bryce – to save his bachelor party – but stopped herself. She said that already. He did not like that answer. But why else would she dance naked for a bunch of strangers? Then she understood.
“I liked it,” she purred. “I liked turning on those men. I like being naughty.”
“I can see that,” Bryce chuckled.
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