K.C. Perrin Spanking Erotica

Sophie and John left the bar hand-in-hand. Outside they paused, a look of uncertainty in their eyes. This was their third date in as many weeks: first coffee, then dinner and now a movie followed by drinks. How many dates did it take before you’re no longer just testing the waters?
“Would you like me to walk you home?” John proposed, ending the short silence.
“I’d love that.” Sophie replied and she let him put his arm around her shoulders as they walked.
Sophie led him to her apartment which was only a few blocks away and John followed her up the steps to the door. She turned around and licked her lips. ‘This is the part where he kisses me.’ She thought.
John must’ve thought the same, for he stepped closer, bending forward to bring his face closer to hers. Sophie stepped into his embrace, his arms around her as she pressed her lips against his. Johns tongue slipped between her lips, embracing hers. Sophie felt her body melt against his strong chest, his hands on her back pulled her in even closer, one on the nape of her neck fingers in her hair, the other on her lower back, fingers teasingly on the edge of her bottom.
Sophie was out of breath when he finally let go. She looked up at him, still tasting the kiss on her lips, her body warm with anticipation; breasts, bottom and thighs, all the sensitive parts of her body tingling.
‘He is about to wish me good night and turn away.’ Sophie thought, John wasn’t the guy to rush into things, he wasn’t going to push her into anything she wasn’t ready for. That’s why it had taken him three dates to kiss her. For Sophie it wasn’t about being ready however, it was about finding the balance between being too eager and too prude. Three dates seemed like the perfect amount.
“Do you want to come in for some coffee?” She asked before he could say anything.

“Make yourself at home.” Sophie said as John followed her into her living room.
John sat down in a small arm-chair, looking around the room. He wondered if it was always this tidy, or whether she’d cleaned before their date. The only thing out of place were Sophie’s shoes, which she’d kicked off upon entering.
“Black.” He called, answering Sophie’s question of ‘milk or sugar’ coming from the kitchen.
He could still feel her in his arms, her soft lips on his. This date was going to end in her bedroom. The thought made his member stir, pushing against his trousers. A small voice told him not to get too self-assured, but he silenced it easily. The way her body had melted against his, the smoldering in her eyes, she wanted him just as much as he wanted her.
Looking around for something to distract him, he picked up a light-brown folder on the coffee-table. Curiously he opened it, inside was a collection of pencil drawings. The blood in his body rushed to his head, making him blush, and then down to his crotch, until there was certainly not enough space inside his trousers left.
They were erotic drawings, all of them depicting women in rather precarious positions, their attire ranging from tiny skirts on bared bottoms to completely nude. Most of them focussed on the young ladies’ backside as she bent over or laid down on her belly; yet many managed to show more of their body thanks to some creative posturing. Behind this women, drawn in the shadows stood a man, always with one hand raised, fingers out-stretched or holding an item such as a hairbrush, some kind of paddle or a belt. These items were obviously aimed at the women’s round and raised backsides, and some of those already showing pencil markings of earlier impact. Each young lady, were visible, had a strange mixture of emotions painted on her face, a smile or a pout, a sigh of ecstasy or a grimace of pain. And when their most intimate parts were visible, their pussies were drawn with lips spread and wet with excitement; the more intimate, the more detail seemed to have been added to the drawing.