“Jason!” Georgia gulped hard as she called into her cell. “My ass is so hot! Every time he hits me it gets hotter.” A pause followed. “Oh, I think he’s stopped.”
Jason gasped as his hand throttled his hard dick. He lifted his hand away and stared at the hardest erection he had achieved in a long time. A dribble of precum exited the tip and rolled down to make a small stain on his trousers. Jason knew there was no way he would be able to return to the office and didn’t attempt to clean it up.
“So baby,” Georgia’s voice came back to him through the cell phone. “I guess this means …Oh God! This can’t be happening.”
Jason forgot that he wasn’t supposed to speak. “Georgia, what is it? What’s wrong?”
She was breathing hard again but Jason knew there had been no more spanks. “Dan tells me to remind you that you aren’t to speak.” Each word of the sentence was punctuated with a breathy inhalation as Georgia spoke. “My panties are around my ankles, sweetie.” The breathiness remained in her voice. “Dan put them there. He just tugged them down, babe, in one motion from my ass to my ankles. Oh, Jason, I think he’s going to spank my bare ass, while it’s still sore.”
True to Georgia’s description the slap of skin against skin followed almost immediately after her prediction. Georgia’s following scream achieved a height previously unreached. This time there was barely time for even a breath as the slaps rained down one after the other on the bare behind.
Jason’s cock exploded within a minute but the spanking continued until each spank merely punctuated a continuous scream. “Georgia!” And then Jason censored himself. His wife wasn’t restrained and despite the screams and shock, she hadn’t asked for him to save her. Whether Jason could have rescued his wife in his current condition was debatable. His cock was swelling again, it had hardly reduced since his orgasm and the screams and slaps overwhelmed any control he had over his overwrought lust. “Oh, God! Georgia,” he moaned as his hand worked his shaft to the rapid rhythm of the beatings.
He hadn’t quite reached his second orgasm when his wife’s voice dropped from a scream to a moan and the sounds of flesh pummeling flesh vanished.
This time, when she spoke again, Georgia could hardly manage to get each word out through her heavy breathing. “He’s stopped. That was … That was … Babe, I am so wet right now. I wish you were here to stick your cock in my cunt.”
“I can be there,” Jason said, although the way his hands shook may have presented a driving problem.
Georgia didn’t seem to have heard him. “Dan’s gone to get something. I hope it’s some salve. My bottom must be glowing. I’m probably going to get a bruise.” She paused and the next sentence was spoken low and drawn out. “Would you like to see my bruised bottom, sweetie?”
It was all Jason could do not to cum instantly at his wife’s words. Only the thought that she might need him stayed his hand. His mouth was dry and he could feel the sweat trickling over his skin within his suit. With the hand he’d removed from his cock, he cracked the window an inch to allow some of the stinking car park air into his vehicle. The breeze was cool but he couldn’t remove his jacket with his hand still pressing his cell to his ear.
“I …” he began but once more his wife wouldn’t let him get a word in edgewise.
“I guess that means I’ve held up my part of the bet, hotshot lover boy.” Georgia giggled at her own statement. “Hope you’re ready for … Dan’s back. He’s got something behind his back. Hope that’s something that’s going to make my sore bottom feel better,” she said.
Dan could hear that his wife’s breathing had returned to near-normal levels so the panicked squeal startled him just at the point where he had managed to lever one arm free of his suit jacket.
“You’re kidding, right?” Georgia’s voice had gone up an octave and sounded as though it came from a distance. “Oh! My! God! That can’t be for me.”
When she spoke again her mouth was close to her cell. She swallowed loudly enough for Jason to hear it clearly. “Dan tells me to remind you not to speak.” Her voice was now strangely flat and strangled of all emotion. “Jason, sweetheart,” she said. “Dan’s brought something for me, honey. It’s … It’s a cane, Jason.”
The driver’s seat of Jason’s car crashed back against the rear seats and delivered Jason as flat as the car could manage while he still pressed the cell against his ear, unable to breathe until he heard the next sound from his wife.