Eva, Part Three

Once at the hotel, Eva excused herself and vanished off into the bathroom to do what women take such an interminably long time in doing. I amused myself by switching on the TV and flipping through to channel 13, of course, which is always the porn channel in those hotels. I can remember watching two girls going at one another and wondering why the lesbians that you get in the videos are always such a turn on, whereas the rug munchers that you see in real life are always grotesque lumps of blubber?

I was in that speculative frame of mind when Eva walked out of the bathroom, stark naked except for a pair of frilly panties. Ever the gentleman I switched off the television and turned my full attention to the vision of 18-year old loveliness that was arrayed before me.

She was keen to be admired, yet shy at the same time. I noticed that she cupped her left breast with her hand and I was curious to know what lay behind that gesture. I indicated to her to come and sit on my knee, and once she was in position I gently lowered her hand to expose both breasts to my gaze. That was when I saw the reason why she had kept her hand over the left puppy: she had a small tattoo of a butterfly on it. 

"When did you get this done?" I asked the question as gently as I could, as I could see that Eva was unsettled by my gaze on her artwork.

"About three years ago."

"What did your daddy say when he found out?"

Eva declined to answer, so I patted her twice on the rump, and then I asked the question again, but with an edge to my voice that made Eva bite her lip nervously.

"What did your father do?" I gave her another pat, or rather I gave her a smack, not too hard, but hard enough to let her know that an answer was required.

"What you just did," she replied, very quietly, with her head hanging low so that her hair fell over her face and obscured my view. I brushed the hair out of the was and saw that she was blushing prettily. I decided to press home this unexpected advantage.

"He gave you a spanking, didn't he?" There was no immediate answer to my simple question but two very firm smacks had her nodding vigorously. "Because you are a good girl who let him down by behaving like a cheap little minger," I went on, and this time the nods came thick and fast without the need for any assistance from my hand.

"That's what my daddy said," Eva moaned, tears forming in the corner of her eyes. "He said that I had let him down."

"And you had, and that is why he bent you across his knee," I said firmly. "And that is why I am going to put you over mine. Because I don't want a cheap little whore, either."

I was expecting a protest at those words but Eva did not say a word. Neither did she protest as I flipped her face down over my knee and peeled her panties down to leave them hanging shamefully at her knees.

"Now then, young lady. You know why you are going to have your bottom smacked today," I said, my hand resting in a proprietorial manner on the lush rump that I was shortly to begin correcting.

Eva did not reply, and neither did she try to protect her soon to be smacked bottom. As I raised my hand above my head she clenched her buttock cheeks instinctively, so I waited for a second for them to relax before bringing my hand down in the centre of the ripe young orb.

As I lifted my hand again I saw the red handprint that I had left on her buttock cheeks and I was secretly pleased that I was spanking an ethnic European that day as they do tend to redden in a most delightful way when undergoing correction. For her part, Eva gasped as she felt my hand leave her bottom as she knew that another smack was on its way, but other than that she made no sound.

I was  not angry at the girl so I did not spank her very hard. I contented myself with twelve or so good smacks, well laid on, obviously, otherwise there is no point in spanking a female, but I did not subject her to a genuine punishment spanking.

At the end I rested my hand on the bottom that I had just reddened, and then I stroked it gently. Eva turned her tear streaked face to look at me pleadingly, as she mutely begged me with her eyes not to spank her any more.

I picked her up and held her in my arms for a moment, and then I kissed her on the lips. Her arms went around my neck and she held me tightly. Then I put her on her back, and pulled her panties completely off her legs. The last thing to do was strip off all my clothes which I did in double quick time before climbing into bed next to her.

By God that girl was ripe for my cock! I could tell that nobody had managed to put any whelps through her from the tightness of her rich juicy pussy as my cock drove its way deep into her. I paused for a moment with my sword hard up its hilt in her firm flesh and then I pulled it out before driving it home again slowly and inexorably.

Eva rolled her head form side to side as the fucking proceeded. Her eyes were closed and I remember that way that she pursed her lips as the cock thrust its way inside her pussy. She tried clenching her muscles and that only excited me more because then I had to really push my meat inside her, make her take the cock to my full and complete satisfaction.

She pushed against my shoulders with her hands and I took that as my cue to grab her wrists and hold them down above her head. Eva tried to wriggle to avoid the cock that was now pounding its way inside her harder and faster with every downward stroke, but we both knew that she wanted to be overcome and that was what exactly what happened.

As my speed increased to the killing velocity Eva opened her mouth and and let out a cry from deep within her as she sensed that I was soon to lose control completely. She began to thrust her hips upwards in time with my thrusts and as that happened I sensed the cock muscles opening all together and the roaring torrent of come juice begin it irresistible ride to the surface, to spill out and flood into Eva's body. I remember wondering if she was on the pill, and then I stopped thinking about anything else other that the primordial need to shoot my load as deep into the woman's body as I could.

We lay there in the usual post-copulatory heap, with Eva gently stroking my hair as I ran my tongue along my teeth to check is any of them had worked loose from that shattering climax.

"I can't wait to tell mummy about you, and how you are going to help me," I heard her say form somewhere underneath me.

I merely grunted by way of reply.

To be continued