Julie wasn’t sure what made her confess.
Maybe it was the way Mike looked at her, with heat, curiosity, and a little edge of something darker. Or maybe it was the sweat-slicked air in the car after their gym session, the scent of exertion still clinging to both of them as they sat in the parking lot, drinking water and letting the engine cool.
Whatever it was, she said it.
“I’ve been spanked before.”
Mike raised an eyebrow; the cap of his water bottle paused halfway to his lips. “Seriously?”
Julie blushed. “Yeah. Twice. Once by a former professor… and once by a coworker. Both times it was kind of… playful, but intense. And really fucking hot.”
Mike just stared at her, quiet. Controlled.
Then: “And you liked it?”
She nodded. “More than I expected to.”
He leaned back in the driver’s seat, eyes scanning her like she was something he’d just decided to unwrap. “So you’ve been a bad girl for other men.”
Julie’s stomach flipped.
“I guess you could say that.”
Mike’s voice was low. “And what about for me?”
She met his gaze. “I’ve been good for you.”
“Maybe that’s the problem.”
The silence that followed wasn’t awkward. It was heavy. Charged. Julie’s breath hitched when Mike leaned in and brushed a strand of hair from her cheek.
“Back seat,” he said. “Now.”
Julie obeyed without thinking. She climbed between the seats, her heartbeat thudding in her ears. The back was warm from the sun. She barely had time to settle before Mike followed her in, closing the door with a solid thud behind him.
He pulled her across his lap, tugging her gym shorts tight across her ass.
“You’ve been keeping secrets,” he said. “Letting other men put their hands on you. That ends now.”
Julie gasped as his hand came down hard, once, twice, then again. Even through the thin fabric, the impact made her yelp.
“You like being spanked?” he growled. “You’re about to find out what it feels like to be claimed.”
She moaned as he hooked his fingers into her waistband and tugged both her shorts and panties down in one rough motion. Cool air kissed her exposed skin. She could already feel how wet she was.
Mike’s palm came down hard on her bare ass, the smack echoing in the car. She jolted, gasping. Again. Harder. Her skin stung, burned, ached, and she loved every second of it.
“You take this better than I expected,” he said, voice low. “But I’m not done.”
He spanked her again, fast, relentless, switching between cheeks until her entire bottom throbbed. Then his hand stilled, resting on the curve of her ass.
“You’re soaked.”
“Mike…” she whimpered.
“You get off on being used, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she gasped. “I want you to use me.”
He shoved her forward, pressing her chest to the car seat while her ass stayed high in the air. He undid his gym shorts and freed his cock, thick, hard, and aching.
With one hand, he guided himself between her thighs. The head of his cock slid through her slick folds, teasing, stretching, claiming.
Julie cried out when he pushed in deep, no warning, no pause.
He grunted. “You’re mine now.”
Every thrust was hard, fast, punishing. Her ass still burned from the spanking, adding a delicious sting to the heat of his cock slamming into her. She moaned loud, unfiltered, hands gripping the seat.
Mike reached around to rub her clit, rough and insistent. “Come for me,” he growled. “Right now.”
Julie shattered, moaning his name as her orgasm crashed through her, her body clenching around him. Mike groaned, thrust harder, faster, then came with a deep growl, spilling inside her with one last thrust.
They stayed tangled together in the cramped backseat, breathing hard.
Mike kissed her shoulder.
“Next time,” he said, “we do this at my place. With a paddle.”
Julie smiled, still shaking.
“Yes, Sir.”
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