Who is a bad girl?

He was scrolling through his phone as they sat next to each other on the couch, music drifting from the stereo. She glanced up and saw flashes of herself, she smiled.

"Do you know who sent me these?" he asked barely looking at her.

She shrugged a bit, "I don't know, some annoying chick?"

"No, more like a very bad girl," he stated, " all day I kept getting pictures at the worse moments while I was at work." She couldn't help but smiled at the thought of him walking around at random points in the day with a raging hard on.

"Stand up," he said. She rose from the couch and stood in front of him.

"Do you know what happens to bad girls?" she shook her head no but started to feel a sense of dread.

He stood and guided her to the end of the couch. With his hand on the back of her neck he pushed her over, her ass in the air.

"Pull down your pants." she reached under her to undo her belt then revealed her white skin.

"No panties? You really are a bad girl, " she heard behind him as his hand caressed her ass. "And that is why you deserve this." His hand swatted her left cheek. The sting made her moan into the pillows but  the swats soon turned harder and more persistent. She found herself trying to move away from them but his hand on her lower back refused to let her.

The heat and stinging disguised the fact that he had stopped spanking her, she laid there breathing heavily into the pillow when she heard his pants hit the floor and felt his fingers push inside of her. She was sopping wet. His hand pulled her wetness straight up to her ass, circling the tight pucker he loved so much.  With cock in hand he pushed into her ass slowly. She groaned and pushed back against him until he was buried deep inside of her.

"This is what happens to bad girls," he said as he leaned over and whispered into her ear.

Her moans getting louder as he withdraw and thrust himself once more, "Who is a bad girl?"

"I am a bad girl," she said loudly as she started to cum.