The idea that started to form in her head was terrifying… in a sort of tempting, irresistible way.
“But it I like it, it doesn’t have to be so horrible.”
Her heart was beating fast. She kept gazing at the ceiling, not daring to look at Julio.
“Hey… What do you mean with all this?” said Julio, pulling at her arm to make her look at him. “Do you mean that you want me to spank you? That’s really amazing coming from you, Cecilia!”
She felt herself blush. She rolled sideways, turning her back to him so he wouldn’t see her face.
“That was stupid of me… I shouldn’t have told you anything.”
Julio grabbed her by the shoulder and shook her slightly.
“I’m sorry. I don’t want you to be ashamed of telling me what your brother did to you. I’m so happy that you trusted me enough to tell me! I just don’t understand what you want… Before you came here with me you made me promise that I wasn’t going to touch you… And now you want me to spank you?”
“Wouldn’t you like to do it?”
“Of course I would like to do it! But I didn’t think that was a possibility. I never imagine that I would find a woman who would agree to that.”
“Well, you have found me.”
“Are you sure, Cecilia? Don’t you think it would be a sin?”
“If it hurts, if I don’t feel pleasure, how could it be a sin?”
“Look here, Cecilia, I know what you are doing. You are just going around inside your pretty head looking for excuses. I’m dying to do it, I assure you. But I promised you that tonight I wouldn’t try anything with you, so I’m not going to mislead you. Whatever you decide, you’ll have to decide by yourself, don’t tell me afterwards that I tricked you.”
It was true. Her own arguments failed to convince her. Guilt and desire fought each other inside her.
“The thing is… if we don’t do it now, it will never happen” she whined. “When we go back to Madrid I will never see you again.”
“Why not? Why shouldn’t we continue being friends? Maybe you should think about all this more calmly.”
But she knew that if she let the opportunity slip away it would never come back, for either of them. She would probably never find that husband that knew how to discipline her in a loving way. And Julio would never find another masochistic woman that would let him spank her. That made up her mind. She wanted to give him that present. She wanted to leave him with a memory as unforgettable as that evening with Laura under the poster of the Sagrada Familia.
“Just a few spanks, on my pajamas, OK?”
Julio looked at her with a mixture of excitement and fear.
“OK. If you want me to stop, you only have to tell me, got it?”
“I got it.”
She couldn’t believe what was about to happen.
Julio sat up in the middle of the bed with his back straight, leaning on a pillow and the headboard. He left his legs under the covers, pulling them up to cover his lap.
“Lay down on top of my legs” he told her.
Cecilia kneeled on the bed to his right. She hesitated, and for a moment their eyes met. Julio’s face showed desire and a certain anxiety. She wasn’t going to chicken out now. She let herself fall across his lap. Julio’s crossed legs made her butt stick out in a rather obscene way. She felt the warmth of his body. His smell intoxicated her. Waves of excitement cruised her entire body.
Julio slapped her bottom. The thick fabric of the pajamas took all the force of the hit, so that she felt only a blunt impact, not at all painful.
“How was that?” asked Julio.
“It didn’t hurt at all. Hit me harder.”
Out of the corner of her eye she saw Julio raise his hand, which landed with force on her. But, once more, the spank had no effect at all. Julio hit her a few more times with the same result. It was utterly frustrating.
It came as a sudden, unconscious decision. She put her hands inside the waist of her pajama pants and pulled down to lower them. By the contact of the cool air with her skin she knew that her panties had bundled up, leaving most of her buttocks bare.
She heard Julio draw a deep breath.
“What’s the matter?” she asked, fearful that he would want to stop.
“Nothing… Is just… that you have such a beautiful butt… May I touch it?”
Without waiting for her answer, Julio caressed her buttocks were they were left exposed by the panties. It gave her goosebumps. The touch of Julio’s hand was soft, incredibly sensual. Too sensual.
“No, no!” she protested. “Just spank me.”
Julio’s hand went away, only to immediately fall back on her with full force. This time it cracked on her skin with a sting. Right away, Julio spanked her other cheek, where it also elicited a lively burn. At the third stroke she couldn’t avoid moving her butt to try to avoid it.
“So, not it does hurt, doesn’t it?”
“You bet!” her voice came out faltering. “Go on.”
“So you think this is rather funny, don’t you?” said Julio in a commanding and slightly mocking voice. “Look, Cecilia, you had this coming a long way. Most of the time you are a pretty good girl, but from time to time your wires get crossed and you throw some silly temper tantrums… Like the one you had today in the bus, don’t you think?”
That lecture had to be fake, to spice things up, but Julio’s voice sounded so stern that it did scare her a little. It also turned her on.
“Yes, I deserve a good punishment. Spank me hard!”
“Well, then prepare yourself. I’m going to give you something you won’t easily forget!”
To emphasize what he said, Julio grabbed her hip with one hand while with the other he gave her a series of quick slaps, alternating between her buttocks. The blows were sufficiently severe to keep her from thinking about anything else. Still, the spark of pain elicited by each slap had an undeniable pleasure quality. It merged with the perverse joy that came from the humiliating position in which Julio held her and the idea that she was being punished like a little girl. Very soon she started wiggling her bottom from side to side, up and down, as her body hopelessly tried to escape the slaps. It became an obscene dance that she performed following the rhythm that Julio marked with his spanks, like the monotone rhythm of a metronome, warning her of precisely when the next slap was going to hit her so that the stings of pain acquired the inevitability of destiny. None of them said anything; each one was completely absorbed in their task: to punish and to be punished. Cecilia only produced sighs and occasional moans… whether from pain or from pleasure, she didn’t know. The spanks did produce a loud noise that exploded on the skin of her bottom and reverberated on the walls of the room, small explosions as alarming as the blows themselves. Julio’s arm held her hip against a vertical, cylindrical bump in his belly of which she was only vaguely conscious, absorbed as she was in the conflicting emotions evoked by the spanking.
Julio stopped suddenly. He pushed her away from his lap and jumped off the bed. He ran into the bathroom, a fist tightly closed on the front of his pajama pants.
Cecilia was left laying on her belly, not even caring to pull up her pants. Her heart was beating loudly in her ears. She was shaking. The contrast between the intensity of her connection with Julio and her suddenly loneliness filled her with confusion. She felt abandoned, rejected in the middle of that intimate act to which she had abandoned herself so completely. Without knowing exactly why, she started to cry.
Coming out of the bathroom, Julio looked at her with surprise.
“You are crying! What’s wrong?”
He sauntered to the bed. He laid at her side and hugged her from behind.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t want to hurt you so much” he muttered.
“It’s not that…” she said with a slobbery voice from crying. “Why did you leave so suddenly?”
“Oh, that! Well… you see, it was that I… I couldn’t hold it anymore… I went into the bathroom so you wouldn’t see me.”
Cecilia sat up, turning to look at him.
“Do you mean that you have… ejaculated?”
“Only a little bit…”
Cecilia laughed, tears still pouring out of her eyes.
“That means that you got really excited.”
“I think it was the most exciting thing I’ve ever done in my life.”
“More exciting than making love to Laura?”
“Yes, even more than that.”
That made her feel proud. But immediately a crushing wave of guilt invaded her.
“Ay, Julio! What have we done!”