The Pawnee Mystique (3/4)
Title: The Pawnee Mystique (3/4)
Pairing: Leslie/Ben
Rating: NC-17
"Pull down your pants," he orders gruffly, without breaking eye contact. And he kind of can't believe how she does exactly what he says--gets right up on her knees, grasps the waist band of her black pants, and slides then down her hips, to mid-thigh.
Just like Ben kind of can't believe that after a quick discussion of feminism--it is feminist to know what you want, even if it's something submissive, and ask your partner to do that (he agrees), as well as gender roles and equality--they are just doing this as a sex thing and this in no way affects their completely equal partnership (he wholeheartedly agrees), that this is happening.
Well, and also that in the spirit of fairness, she gets to spank him one night (he hesitates slightly at first, but agrees to this as well, although considering her infatuation with his butt--which she already pats and touches as much as possible--he's kind of surprised that she has never made that request before).
So here they are. And then she starts to giggle just a little, which honestly, is a bit of a relief to him, because the look on her face before seemed like she was just as likely to throw herself at him as throw up on him.
"Full disclosure, I'm like 75% super-turned on and maybe 25% super-freaked-out," she explains, before giggling nervously again.
"Let's try to get you to 85-15 first, then," Ben responds, as he runs his knuckles along the crotch of her underwear.
"God, you're so wet already. I told you I would know, and I haven't even taken your panties down yet." He pauses, rubs her slowly through the material. "You're so naughty...getting this soaked just from thinking about me spanking you."
He teasingly runs his other hand over her ass and then lightly just under the elastic opening around the back of her thigh. "You really do deserve to be spanked, Leslie."
She looks at him, eyes widening, visibly shivers, and says, "Okay, this is so embarrassing, but I think I just got to 90-10."
He grins at her, clearly a little proud of himself.
"Don't be embarrassed, this is pretty sexy, plus you know how I enjoy the hot talk of percentages," he assures her, earning a snort of laughter from her, before turning into all-business Ben.
"So, bluebird will totally still work here but so will just saying stop if you don't like it," he says before pulling her close in for a slow, lingering kiss, and then guiding her to a position across his lap. "Because we're not really pretending that this is anything other than you wanting this."
"At least this first time," she adds, her head turned sideways against the couch cushions and Ben has to bite back a, good lord, at how her brain went from 25% freaked-out to full speed ahead into future spanking scenarios.
He takes his time and slowly tugs her pants farther down so that they're bunched around her knees, then pulls her t-shirt up so it's up above the waistband of her blue and white polka dot panties. And then he just kind of takes a few seconds to admire the curve of her gorgeous ass.
"Oh my god, come on."
He smiles at her impatience, then gives her a light, tentative slap. "Is that--?"
"It's fine. Let's go," she actually jerks her body forward a couple of times to emphasize her request and he has to hold back a laugh, although he knows some of her hastiness is probably from being nervous.
He slaps her again, still pretty light, then rests his hand on her bottom afterwards.
When she's actually laying across his lap, he finds that while his competitive streak had definitely kicked in earlier during their back-and-forth banter about the laws, he maybe now has some slight reservations. Like--how hard is he supposed to do this? He doesn't actually want to hurt her. Maybe he should have done some research first. Or they should have talked more? What if--
"Ben?" She interrupts his thoughts, almost like she knows exactly what's going through his mind "It's okay. You can do it harder. I'll let you know if it's too much."
He takes a breath and slaps his hand down again, but this time it's sharper, the sound of his palm against her ass making a distinct noise, even over her panties. He smacks the same spot again, then delivers a harder slap to the other cheek and she finally makes a noise--a loud gasp. This time when he places his hand against her underwear, she kind of moans and pushes her ass up a little, and he starts to relax a bit.
Ben quickly falls into a pattern of spanking three to four times, then smoothing his hand over her butt and rubbing lightly as she mewls and moans.
After a dozen or so slaps, he's encouraged enough by her reaction to hook his fingers into the waistband of her panties and pulls those down too, so that they join her pants down around her knees.
Her pale skin has a slight blush to it and he watches as she readjusts herself a bit over his lap, inching forward a little so her bottom is up higher and her thighs fall open a bit, exposing a clear swath between her legs and giving him an amazing view of how wet this really is making her. He can't help but groan at the sight--this is pretty much doing it for him as well, especially with all the moaning and writhing she's doing, now half-naked across his lap.
The first smack on her bare skin sounds shockingly loud in their living room, as does her response. She jumps a little and cries out, but then kind of grinds down against his thighs before he can even question if she's still into this. After a few more slaps, he starts to understand the sounds she's making and what they mean, and lets that dictate his actions.
He slaps hard a couple of times in the same spot, then rubs lightly until she moans, or he lightens his blows but makes them quicker, alternating fast between cheeks and he doesn't stop to rub her reddened skin until she starts whimpering.
It's like he can tell when the stinging almost gets to be too much and he slows it down with a gentle touch, and when she starts to moan and push her hips down into his lap, he starts spanking again.
Leslie has also started moving and grinding into him even more fervently now, probably trying to get some friction on her clit, while her hands reach out above her head and grip onto the couch's pillow.
"Fuck. Ben, please..." She gasps out.
"What?" He asks softly, smoothing his hand lightly against the warm, reddened skin of her ass. "Tell me what you want, Leslie."
"Make me come...like this. Please?" she--well, it sounds like she's actually begging him, and that goes straight to his cock.
"Are you going to be good if I make you come?" His tries to make his response stern-sounding.
She rewards him with an especially long, drawn-out moan, before answering. "Yes. God, yes, I promise," she pants out. "Just touch my...oh."
Before she even finishes speaking, his other hand is reaching around her hip and between her legs to press a finger to her clit. She's so wet that he slides easily around her folds, so wet that she's probably dripping on his lap, and that thought is so hot he almost comes in his pants. He tries to think of something else while he focuses his attention on circling around the little nub of her swollen clit.
He starts spanking her again, not as hard, but still sharp enough to make her gasp and buck her hips as she grinds against his hand as it works between her legs. It seems like it takes almost no time at all before she's shaking, gasping, and crying out, coming so hard she grabs the pillow, pulls it down towards her face, and muffles her cries into it.
Ben softly massages the backs of her thighs and ass for a few seconds afterwards, her shudders trailing off before he pulls her up and kisses her hard and open-mouthed. Her hands fly to her t-shirt and lift it off, tossing it somewhere behind her on the coffee table so that she's practically naked except for the yoga pants and her panties pushed down past her knees.
Leslie wastes no time in trying to free Ben's cock from his pants, undoing his belt and the zipper, about to straddle him when he grabs her hands to still her, pulls her up and closer so that her breasts are in his face and starts licking, kissing, and sucking at a nipple, before panting out, "Oh god, Leslie, from behind. I want to fuck you from behind."
She visibly shudders before nodding, affirming, "Yes. Yes...oh. Let's do that."
Part 4 -->
Pairing: Leslie/Ben
Rating: NC-17
"Pull down your pants," he orders gruffly, without breaking eye contact. And he kind of can't believe how she does exactly what he says--gets right up on her knees, grasps the waist band of her black pants, and slides then down her hips, to mid-thigh.
Just like Ben kind of can't believe that after a quick discussion of feminism--it is feminist to know what you want, even if it's something submissive, and ask your partner to do that (he agrees), as well as gender roles and equality--they are just doing this as a sex thing and this in no way affects their completely equal partnership (he wholeheartedly agrees), that this is happening.
Well, and also that in the spirit of fairness, she gets to spank him one night (he hesitates slightly at first, but agrees to this as well, although considering her infatuation with his butt--which she already pats and touches as much as possible--he's kind of surprised that she has never made that request before).
So here they are. And then she starts to giggle just a little, which honestly, is a bit of a relief to him, because the look on her face before seemed like she was just as likely to throw herself at him as throw up on him.
"Full disclosure, I'm like 75% super-turned on and maybe 25% super-freaked-out," she explains, before giggling nervously again.
"Let's try to get you to 85-15 first, then," Ben responds, as he runs his knuckles along the crotch of her underwear.
"God, you're so wet already. I told you I would know, and I haven't even taken your panties down yet." He pauses, rubs her slowly through the material. "You're so naughty...getting this soaked just from thinking about me spanking you."
He teasingly runs his other hand over her ass and then lightly just under the elastic opening around the back of her thigh. "You really do deserve to be spanked, Leslie."
She looks at him, eyes widening, visibly shivers, and says, "Okay, this is so embarrassing, but I think I just got to 90-10."
He grins at her, clearly a little proud of himself.
"Don't be embarrassed, this is pretty sexy, plus you know how I enjoy the hot talk of percentages," he assures her, earning a snort of laughter from her, before turning into all-business Ben.
"So, bluebird will totally still work here but so will just saying stop if you don't like it," he says before pulling her close in for a slow, lingering kiss, and then guiding her to a position across his lap. "Because we're not really pretending that this is anything other than you wanting this."
"At least this first time," she adds, her head turned sideways against the couch cushions and Ben has to bite back a, good lord, at how her brain went from 25% freaked-out to full speed ahead into future spanking scenarios.
He takes his time and slowly tugs her pants farther down so that they're bunched around her knees, then pulls her t-shirt up so it's up above the waistband of her blue and white polka dot panties. And then he just kind of takes a few seconds to admire the curve of her gorgeous ass.
"Oh my god, come on."
He smiles at her impatience, then gives her a light, tentative slap. "Is that--?"
"It's fine. Let's go," she actually jerks her body forward a couple of times to emphasize her request and he has to hold back a laugh, although he knows some of her hastiness is probably from being nervous.
He slaps her again, still pretty light, then rests his hand on her bottom afterwards.
When she's actually laying across his lap, he finds that while his competitive streak had definitely kicked in earlier during their back-and-forth banter about the laws, he maybe now has some slight reservations. Like--how hard is he supposed to do this? He doesn't actually want to hurt her. Maybe he should have done some research first. Or they should have talked more? What if--
"Ben?" She interrupts his thoughts, almost like she knows exactly what's going through his mind "It's okay. You can do it harder. I'll let you know if it's too much."
He takes a breath and slaps his hand down again, but this time it's sharper, the sound of his palm against her ass making a distinct noise, even over her panties. He smacks the same spot again, then delivers a harder slap to the other cheek and she finally makes a noise--a loud gasp. This time when he places his hand against her underwear, she kind of moans and pushes her ass up a little, and he starts to relax a bit.
Ben quickly falls into a pattern of spanking three to four times, then smoothing his hand over her butt and rubbing lightly as she mewls and moans.
After a dozen or so slaps, he's encouraged enough by her reaction to hook his fingers into the waistband of her panties and pulls those down too, so that they join her pants down around her knees.
Her pale skin has a slight blush to it and he watches as she readjusts herself a bit over his lap, inching forward a little so her bottom is up higher and her thighs fall open a bit, exposing a clear swath between her legs and giving him an amazing view of how wet this really is making her. He can't help but groan at the sight--this is pretty much doing it for him as well, especially with all the moaning and writhing she's doing, now half-naked across his lap.
The first smack on her bare skin sounds shockingly loud in their living room, as does her response. She jumps a little and cries out, but then kind of grinds down against his thighs before he can even question if she's still into this. After a few more slaps, he starts to understand the sounds she's making and what they mean, and lets that dictate his actions.
He slaps hard a couple of times in the same spot, then rubs lightly until she moans, or he lightens his blows but makes them quicker, alternating fast between cheeks and he doesn't stop to rub her reddened skin until she starts whimpering.
It's like he can tell when the stinging almost gets to be too much and he slows it down with a gentle touch, and when she starts to moan and push her hips down into his lap, he starts spanking again.
Leslie has also started moving and grinding into him even more fervently now, probably trying to get some friction on her clit, while her hands reach out above her head and grip onto the couch's pillow.
"Fuck. Ben, please..." She gasps out.
"What?" He asks softly, smoothing his hand lightly against the warm, reddened skin of her ass. "Tell me what you want, Leslie."
"Make me come...like this. Please?" she--well, it sounds like she's actually begging him, and that goes straight to his cock.
"Are you going to be good if I make you come?" His tries to make his response stern-sounding.
She rewards him with an especially long, drawn-out moan, before answering. "Yes. God, yes, I promise," she pants out. "Just touch my...oh."
Before she even finishes speaking, his other hand is reaching around her hip and between her legs to press a finger to her clit. She's so wet that he slides easily around her folds, so wet that she's probably dripping on his lap, and that thought is so hot he almost comes in his pants. He tries to think of something else while he focuses his attention on circling around the little nub of her swollen clit.
He starts spanking her again, not as hard, but still sharp enough to make her gasp and buck her hips as she grinds against his hand as it works between her legs. It seems like it takes almost no time at all before she's shaking, gasping, and crying out, coming so hard she grabs the pillow, pulls it down towards her face, and muffles her cries into it.
Ben softly massages the backs of her thighs and ass for a few seconds afterwards, her shudders trailing off before he pulls her up and kisses her hard and open-mouthed. Her hands fly to her t-shirt and lift it off, tossing it somewhere behind her on the coffee table so that she's practically naked except for the yoga pants and her panties pushed down past her knees.
Leslie wastes no time in trying to free Ben's cock from his pants, undoing his belt and the zipper, about to straddle him when he grabs her hands to still her, pulls her up and closer so that her breasts are in his face and starts licking, kissing, and sucking at a nipple, before panting out, "Oh god, Leslie, from behind. I want to fuck you from behind."
She visibly shudders before nodding, affirming, "Yes. Yes...oh. Let's do that."
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