The Sauna Punishment

The heat hit me the moment I opened the sauna door. She was already inside, sitting on the cedar bench with a thin white towel wrapped loose around her. Sweat beaded on her collarbone. Mara. My neighbor. Married to Rick, who was off on another business trip.

“You’re not supposed to be in here alone,” she said, not looking at me. “Private session, my ass.”

I laughed, dropping my own towel on the hook. Naked, I sat across from her. “Your ass is the one that’s going to get me in trouble.”

She finally met my eyes. There was something unguarded in them, half desperate, half daring. “Maybe I want trouble.” She bit her lip. “Rick hasn’t touched me in six weeks. And I know you’ve been watching me. Don’t pretend you haven’t.”

I didn’t pretend. “Yeah. I’ve watched.”

“Then tell me what you want to do to me.”

I stood up, crossed the few steps between us. She didn’t flinch. I pulled the towel from her chest. Her tits were pert, nipples dark and hard. I leaned down and took one in my mouth, sucking hard, biting just enough to make her gasp.

She arched into me, her fingers knotting through my hair. “God, that’s good. More.”

I pulled back. “No. You don’t get to ask. You get to take what I give you.” I gripped her arm and turned her around, bending her forward over the bench. Her ass was pale, round, still damp. I rubbed my palm over the curve of it, then slapped her hard.

She gasped, her hands gripping the wet wood. “Oh fuck.”

“You like that?” I slapped the other cheek, a sharp crack that echoed. The skin turned pink. “Is this what you needed, Mara? A man to put you over his knee?”

“Yes. Fuck, yes. Harder.”

I gave her harder. Five, six, seven strikes, each one louder, her ass jolting with the impact. She moaned through it, her thighs pressing together. I could see her pussy glistening beneath the seam of her ass. I spread her cheeks, sliding two fingers inside her. She was sopping wet, tight and scorching.

“Look at you,” I said. “Dripping from a spanking.”

“Don’t tease,” she whined. “Just fuck me. Please.”

I pulled my fingers out, smeared them over her wet slit, and pressed the head of my cock inside her. She cried out, gripping the bench. I sank in deep, balls-deep, my thighs against her reddened ass. She was hot and clamped around me, a swollen, greedy cunt.

I started to drive into her. Each thrust slammed into that punished flesh, making her yelp and moan. Her ass jiggled. I reached around and found her clit, slick and swollen, rubbing it in circles while I fucked her.

“Oh my god, right there,” she breathed. “Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop.”

I slapped her ass one more time as I pulled nearly out, then slammed back in. She screamed, and I felt her cunt flutter around me. “That’s it,” I grunted. “Come for me.”

She came hard, her whole body shaking, her head thrown back. I kept pounding her through it, and the wet sounds filled the steamy room. When her orgasm finally ebbed, she was limp, breathing ragged.

“Don’t... don’t pull out,” she said.

I clenched my jaw, gave her three more deep, punishing thrusts, and emptied inside her. Hot cum filled her, dripping around my cock as I slipped out.

She collapsed onto the bench, face down, ass still red, our cum smeared between her thighs. I sat beside her, ran a hand over her hip. “Rick comes back Thursday.”

She turned her head, looked up at me with a slow, hazy smile. “Then I guess we’ve got the whole weekend to do something about your private sessions.”