Her faint voice answered him. “Yes, I’m over by the ladder.”
Jesse ambled to where the ladder leaned against the loft of the barn. He didn’t see her there, so he thought she might have moved farther back. He should have known something was amiss by then, but she always managed to catch him by surprise. On that day, Lily was hidden in the loft above him holding an armful of hay. When he walked past the ladder, she dropped it on him. She squealed with delighted laughter as the heap landed squarely over his head and shoulders. He came to a dead stop. Slowly, he brushed the hay off the sleeves of his starched white shirt. He said nothing as he removed his hat and slapped it against his knee to shake off the hay and dust from it.
She was still giggling when he glared up at her and said, “You’re getting spanked for that one.”
She stopped laughing and her eyes rounded. “But it was only a joke.”
“Mm hmm. A naughty joke, by a naughty little girl who needs her bottom smacked. Get down here.”
“No! I won’t come down unless you promise not to spank me.”
“You will get down here, and you’ll be right quick about it. You have five seconds. One…”
She huffed. “What happens if you count all the way to five?”
Jesse didn’t really know, but he managed to sound ominous in his threat. “You’d best avoid finding out, little miss. Two…”
Lily scrambled to the ladder. Jesse held it steady while she climbed down. When he could reach her, he wrapped an arm around her waist and plucked her off the step. He easily carried her squirming little body against his and strode to a bench, where he sat and toppled her over his lap.
“I thought you liked my jokes!” she protested as he tossed up her skirts.
“I do,” he said, grasping her drawers and shoving them to her knees. “That doesn’t change the fact that you need a spanking.” He gave her bottom a sound swat, relishing the look and feel of her smooth, bare skin that bounced against his hand and took on a blushing pink color from the very first smack. “You’re very naughty. That means you’re going to have a sore backside more often than not, I’m afraid.”
She squirmed as he landed more moderate swats. “Someone’s got to keep you in line, and I guess that’s got to be me.”
She giggled suddenly, then clamped her hand over her mouth.
“I heard that,” he said in a mock stern voice. “What do you find so funny about getting a spanking?”
“It’s just that…” She dissolved into laughter again.
“I’m waiting,” he said, struggling not to smile. He rubbed her bottom and legs while he waited for an answer.
“It’s just that this spanking doesn’t hurt at all.” She laughed again.
“I see.” He landed another swat. “That can change in a jiffy, you know. Do you want it to hurt?”
“No!”
He chuckled and reached for her drawers to pull them up, but she stopped him.
“Please, Jesse, I want to lie here over your lap for a bit. Will you rub my bottom like you were doing? It feels so nice.”
His cock came to life upon hearing that request, which she uttered so unabashedly. Clearing his throat, he said, “I’d be happy to, naughty girl.”
He caressed her slowly and marveled over how she pressed into him, alternately seeking his hand and then grinding into his leg. He moved his hand to her legs to give them the same attention. He listened to her small moans of pleasure and felt his cock hardening.
“You can spank a little too if you want,” she said.
He smirked. “Oh, I can, can I?”
She nodded, and he obliged, drawing his hand away. He brought his palm squarely across the low curve of her bottom in an upward motion. The force of it drove her nether region against his thigh. She let out a guttural moan. He repeated the motion again and again, spanking her fairly hard with plenty of time in between swats. Her guttural sounds became higher pitched. He could hardly believe what he was hearing, but the sound was unmistakable. His girl was about to have an orgasm from a spanking. When her body tensed and arched, he continued the smacks, coaxing the pleasure out of her with every swat. “Good girl,” he murmured, as her body shuddered and flexed. He settled his hand on the back of her thigh during the last part of her release.
Spent, she hung over his lap. He rubbed the hot flesh of her bottom and gritted his teeth, willing his arousal to stay in check. Every nerve and muscle in his body demanded that he flip her around and sink his cock deep inside of her, but he knew it wasn’t the right time for that.
When her breathing slowed to normal, she looked back at him over her shoulder with a confused expression on her face. “That was amazing. I don’t understand what happened.”
He cleared his throat again. “What happened is you just felt the height of pleasure. It’s what happens when a man and woman who are attracted to each other ring the right bells, so to speak.”
“Did you have the height of pleasure too?”