K.C. Perrin Spanking Erotica

In three months time, Emma spent five weekends at a hotel in the area where she’d met the forester. She had always loved waking in those woods, but she knew the amount of money she was spending was excessive.
The reason for this behavior was of course him, the man who would spank her on each visit, before she’d even had the chance to misbehave.
As soon as she’d arrive at her hotel, she’d call him. He would visit and make sure she would behave during her walks by giving her a firm spanking. Her red bottom was a good reminder during her walks of why she had come here.
Twice she had met him again on one of her walks, on the second day of her weekend. She was sure he had followed her, because a chance meeting seemed just too unlikely in the vast forests. Both times, he had spanked her as well, right there in the forest. Not because she had misbehaved; but because he could and because she wanted it as well.
At the end of such a day, he would often show up at her hotel, where at her hotel-room, they would fuck. They didn’t talk much. Their relationship was a physical one, based mostly on their shared love of spanking, naughty outdoors activities and casual sex with a relative stranger.

While booking a room in one of her favorite hotels in the area, Emma wondered why she kept going back so often. She almost felt like she was getting addicted to sex with John.
It was so different from anything she’d experienced in the past. He was so dominant, not just when spanking her, but while fucking her as well.
She yearned for that hotel-room, for a place where she was no longer in charge, where she could give up control for a while. Even if it meant she would get spanked. Especially if it meant she would.
Yet at the same time, she felt she was looking for something more. These visits did not satisfy her completely. She kept going back, hoping to find that one thing that was still missing.
For a while, she thought she’d fallen in love with John. Perhaps she wanted more than just his hand on her ass or his cock in her pussy. She fantasized about going out with him on dates, meeting his family, staying at his place…
If she was his girlfriend, would he still spank her as often? Would he perhaps expect her to follow other rules as well and discipline her when she misbehaved?
The thought turned her on greatly and she realized perhaps it wasn’t love after all that she was looking for. It was discipline.
Of course, John spanked her whenever she was in the area, but those were just precautionary spankings. She had not done anything to deserve them. Not like the first two times they’d met, when he’d spanked her for starting that fire or skinny-dipping where it wasn’t allowed.
She wanted a spanking she’d earned.