On my knees, I leaned across Rick's lap as he sat leisurly on the couch watching television.

"It feels good to stretch out my back like this," I say, my short night shirt riding up and revealing my naked ass to his wandering hand.

He traced circles on my skin, very soft and gentle, before quickly and sharply spanking the exposed skin.

"Oh!", I exclaim, trying to hide the excitement in my voice.

He continued this pattern, tender carresses followed by sudden slaps, leaving my behind red and tingling.

I would moan or sigh or let out a small, "ow", only to be met with more spankings and Rick replying,"You like it. Don't pretend like you don't."

Finally, after several moments without touch, I sat up.

"Did you get up because I stopped spanking you?" Rick asked.

"Yes," I thought to myself, but answered "no".