STAR SPANGLED SPANKING
by Annabeth Lake
STAR SPANGLED SPANKING
Annabeth Lake
Published by Annabeth Lake at Smashwords
Copyright 2012 Annabeth Lake
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Evan would be there any minute now, and Sami still wasn’t dressed. Or rather, she still wasn’t undressed.
It had been eight months since he’d been deployed. His wasn't a combat job, but she had missed and worried about him nonetheless, and now she wanted to give him a proper homecoming, one he would never forget. More importantly, she wanted to make up for the eight months they'd both gone without a proper fuck. Since he left, Sami had spent so many nights lying awake in their bed, touching herself beneath the covers. She could pretend it was Evan who touched her, but her hand could never feel the same as his, and she could never quite get herself off the way he did.
He was getting a ride home from the bus station from a friend. Sami had lied to him, saying that her car was in the shop as an excuse to set up his surprise. But his bus had been due to arrive at the station twenty minutes ago, and if she didn't hurry now, the surprise would be ruined.
Rushed, she took off her clothes and threw them into the closet where they would be out of sight. She wanted nothing to destroy the image of the romantic sex den she had created for him.
A new red duvet lay across the bed, topped by a soft, luxurious pile of red pillows. The lamp on the bedside table now boasted a deep red lampshade. She'd placed tall red and white candles on top of the mantle and the chest of drawers, and soft firelight flickered on the walls so that the room itself seemed to glow. It was like something out of a movie, she thought to herself, proud of her setup.
Of course, the decor wasn't really what she had in mind for Evan. She would be wearing that part of his surprise, at least long enough for him to see it and pull it off of her. A bottle of flavored lube sat on the bedside table, next to a pair of fluffy red handcuffs. Both items were brand new. They had never used handcuffs before, and while Sami was a little nervous about them, the idea of having her hands bound, leaving her unable to defend herself from Evan's probing hands or tongue (or his cock!) thrilled her. She was wet already just thinking of it.
She'd left the slutty lingerie she'd bought just for this occasion in the bathroom, where the full-length mirror was. Quickly, she scurried out of the bedroom and down the hall, fearing that Evan would arrive just in time to see her and ruin the surprise. Inside the bathroom, she pulled the little chemise over her head, sliding the straps up her bare arms and tucking her breasts into the barely-there cups. Her nipples were already perky, and they stood up through the the fabric like little pearls.
After slipping on the matching panties, Sami paused to study herself in the mirror. Evan was definitely going to like this. She'd never seen herself in such naughty clothes before. The chemise was nothing more than red lace that drew tightly over her figure, emphasizing the curves of her breasts and hips. She could see the dark pink circles around her nipples through the lace. Her panties left visible the shadow of her pussy, a dark, inviting triangle. She'd never thought of herself as sexy before, but looking at her own reflection, she couldn't help but appreciate what she saw. This was what Evan deserved to come home to.
Sami took a deep breath, watching the way her breasts rose and fell. Evan wouldn't be able to resist her. She could barely resist touching herself.
But she wasn't done yet. From her makeup drawer she withdrew a tube of lipstick and smoothly slicked the red color over her lips. Like the lace chemise and the bedclothes, the lipstick was new and was much more suggestive than Sami was used to being. She looked like an entirely new woman in front of the mirror, the kind of woman Evan looked at on the internet when he thought she wasn't watching him. And it suited her well. If she'd known she would make such a good slut, she would have dressed like this for Evan long before his deployment.
But what a good surprise her makeover was going to make now.
A car pulled into the driveway outside. Fuck! Sami rushed back to the bedroom, almost tripping on her way. That was just what she needed -- for Evan to find her lying, mostly naked, on the floor with a twisted ankle. But she steadied herself at the last moment and made it into the bedroom, shutting the door with only seconds to spare.
Her breasts heaved. This was it. Evan was finally home, and she was about to show him something he had never seen from her before. Between her legs, her pussy was already becoming wet.
At the front of the house, the door opened. Sami heard Evan's key rattling as he took it from the lock. A pleasant chill passed through her. She felt her nipples harden even more in anticipation. In only moments they would be reunited and he would be touching her again. Kissing her. Fucking her.
"Sami?" he called. "You here?" There was a frown in his voice, she could hear it. Was he really concerned that she would have missed his homecoming?
She cracked the bedroom door open just enough to call out to him. "In here, babe!"
"Where's here?"
"The bedroom, silly!"
His footsteps drew nearer. Sami left the door and carefully lay on the bed, leaning back on her elbows to draw her breasts high as if presenting them to him. Not wanting to appear too wanton at first, she kept her legs together, feeling her pussy grow warmer between her thighs.
Slowly, the door opened. Evan peered in from the doorway, his face at first wearing an adorable look of confusion. His confusion quickly faded as his eyes went to her.
"Holy shit," he breathed.
"Surprise! Welcome home, baby!" It was all she could do to resist leaping from the bed and throwing her arms around him. He was here! Finally, after eight months of loneliness, eight months' worth of miserable nights with only her own hand to keep her company!
He stepped into the room, pushing the door shut behind him. The flickering candlelight made his smile even more attractive. "You really decked this place out, didn't you?" he said.
Sami smiled. "That's not all I decked out."
His eyes strayed down to her breasts, so visible and vulnerable beneath the flimsy red lace. "I see that. This is... quite a surprise."
"Do you like it?"
"Fuck yes."
“Then do you want to…” Sami smiled coyly. “You know…”
“No.”
She stared at him, crestfallen. Had she done something wrong? Didn’t he like his present?
“There’s something we need to talk about,” he said, looking down at her sternly. “I’ve been away a long time. And I know that you have needs, Sami. Now… before we do anything, I need to know -- how did you keep yourself happy while I was away?”
Was he asking if she’d cheated on him? How could he think that? “I didn’t do anything, I swear!”
He raised an eyebrow. “Nothing at all?”
“I swear!”
Evan frowned. “Somehow I don’t believe you. I don’t think that sweet cunt would let you go so long without being touched. So…did you touch yourself while I was gone?”
“What? No!” Why would he ask such a thing? He knew how shy she was.
His face hardened. “Are you lying to me?”
“No!”
He folded his arms under his firm chest. “So you’re telling me that the entire time I was gone, you never, not even once, played with yourself?”
What was she supposed to say? She was so confused. “I…guess so?”
“I think you’re lying to me.” A dark smile spread across his mouth. “I think you’re a dirty little liar. I think you probably played with yourself all the fucking time while I was away, and now you’re lying to me about it.” He licked his lips, his eyes straying down her body to her concealed pussy. “The military taught me that when you commit an infraction, you have to be punished,” he said. “So I’m sorry, Sami, but you’ve got to answer for lying to me.”
“What do you mean?” Was he actually mad at her? Could he be?
“Bend over, Sami.”
“What?”
“You heard me. Bend over. Now.”
Nervously, she stood up, pulling the hem of the lace chemise down defensively. Not that it did any good. The lingerie was so short that she was still painfully exposed. Her thighs trembled as she brought them together. Casting a fearful glance at Evan, she faced the bed and leaned forward.
“That’s it,” Evan said. “Over the bed. Like that. Now put your head down and your ass up.”
As instructed, she lowered her head. Her hair fell all around her face so that she could see nothing but the red duvet beneath her. Arching her back a little, she raised her ass so that it pointed into the air, fully presented to him. She felt so exposed! But nervous as she was, she had to admit she was still turned on. Her pussy throbbed with warmth and longing.
“That’s a good girl,” Evan said, almost as a sigh. “God, you’ve got a nice ass. I’ve missed it.” He placed a hand on her buttocks, stroking her exposed skin lightly.