Two Hundred Dollars Ch. 06

"Eight," she gasped out.

The back of her hand pushed against his hardened penis, squeezed now between their bodies. She told herself that her wrist had begun to feel uncomfortable, so she twisted it around.

Now it's curved to fit around his erection instead of against it.

She panted, wondering exactly how big the thing was that it's head could reach to the palm of her hand.

The ninth slap echoed through the room and she counted it out, thrusting against him.

It was that moment, as she heard Kent inhale in her ear, that she realized what she'd done by turning her hand around.

He groaned and struck her again. Bailey barely had time to count out, "Ten" before the next struck. She felt his erection twitching in her hand.

He's coming. He's coming in my hand right now.

A thrill went through her, even as she counted out, "Eleven!"

The last spanking hit her left cheek harder than any of the previous ones, the power and desperation of his orgasm flowing directly into the muscles of his arm even as he expelled semen into his pants.

"Twelve!" she squeaked out, using the force of his blow as an excuse to squeeze his spasming penis as hard as she could through his shorts.

She felt a wet spot on her wrist, leaking through shorts and sweatpants.

That means he shot a huge load, doesn't it? To get through all that?

Kent squeezed her abused cheek hard, riding out the last twitches of his orgasm, and the two of the them lay there, panting in each others' ears.

Gradually their breathing slowed down and their embrace relaxed. Bailey tucked her head back down under his chin and his striking hand moved up onto her hip, letting the air in the room cool her reddened flesh.

What do I look like now? she wondered, knowing those bare flesh spankings had been harder, more numerous, and more concentrated than anything she'd taken from him before.

Moreover, what should she do? She felt his semen wetting her hand and she didn't know how she should react to that. From the beginning, Bailey knew Kent got turned on by spanking her, else he wouldn't have taken the deal. So she assumed he jerked off after she left. Did it make a difference, him having an orgasm before she departed? She decided it shouldn't, but maybe it did anyway. She'd had an orgasm, after all.

At least he's unlikely to notice the wet spot I left on his pants, she smirked to herself silently.

She took a long, slow breath to calm herself and felt Kent doing the same.

Pushing gently away from him, she spoke, "I'll let you finish your nap. You've had a long week."

Kent murmured general agreement with this and they untangled their legs carefully. Stealing a quick glance below, Bailey got a look at the considerable wet spot over his crotch before he hid it by turning his body downward. The fingerprint-sized spot her juices had left on his thigh paled in comparison, but she perversely hoped he at least noticed it later.

Heedless of how much of her he could see, she pulled on her jeans and panties while facing him. It didn't bother her right then to display herself that way. It almost felt like they'd gone so far past that this afternoon, it didn't matter.

It'll matter later, she assured herself, once this haze on your brain dissipates.

The bra she took in her hand, not bothering to put it back on. She didn't need it for wandering around their apartment anyway. Her panties, the ones he'd slept with clenched in his hand, she retrieved from the floor where their exertions had discarded them.

With her clothing collected, Bailey gave Kent a polite nod and left the room. Minutes later, secure in her own bedroom, she heard Kent head into the washroom and start up the shower. This made her smirk once more.