It was the crack of dawn. Jango Fox was something of a morning person; when the sun was out, he slipped into his training clothes and got started on his road work. Normally, it’d be his hoodie and sweatpants. The weather was cranking up, but he had water on him, so he would be fine; at least, that’s what he told himself. And all the sweating would be good for his weight management anyway!

Normally, he’d be doing his run through town and would make his way to the gym. Today, however, was different. Not only would the gym not be open until 8:00, but today was Friday. And on Fridays, he didn’t dash right for the gym. Instead, Jango would take a sharp turn, making his way to one of the neighborhoods that was a ways away from his apartment.

Sweat trickled down his almond skin, but he made his destination; the home of Gwendolyn Young. He flipped his ebony dreads a bit as they fell over his shoulder, grinning ear-to-ear as he gave a few knocks on the door.

“Gwendolyn, you up?” For some, it’d be pretty understanding to not be awake at 6:50 in the morning, but Gwendolyn had made it clear that her sleeping habits would sometimes get in the way of her work as a tailor. Which is why on Fridays, Jango acted as her alarm clock.

Well, in a sense.

Waiting for a moment, Jango didn’t hear any signs of Gwendolyn getting up, nor any signs of her coming to the door. He knocked again and gave another call, but still no response. A third time only yielded the same results.

“And that’s strike three.” Jango smirked; now things were going to get interesting. He glanced around to make sure nobody was looking over his shoulder before going for the potted plant by the door. He took off one of his white gloves and began to dig around with his right, scarred hand. When his hand felt something hard and cold, he dug it out; a spare key to the house, just where Gwendolyn told him it’d be.

Redressing his hand, Jango put in the key and gave it a turn.

KER-CLINK!

He grew a smirk on his face before Jango pocketed the key and opened the door into the lovely home. It was a lot nicer than his apartment, he had to admit. He stepped into the foyer, locking the door behind him. It was probably a good thing Mister and Misses Young had moved out a long time ago; he couldn’t imagine how angry they’d be with him just waltzing into their home like he owned the place.

“Her room’s probably upstairs.” Jango mused as he started to climb up the steps to the second floor, pulling off his hoodie to reveal the orange t-shirt he wore underneath. Relief swam over him as his emerald eyes began to look at the rooms before him. Hall bathroom, an opened door that led into what he assumed to be Gwendolyn’s makeshift studio, and a final room with a closed door.

Cocking an eyebrow, he creaked the door open. Sure enough, it was not only the master bedroom, but he spotted Gwendolyn sleeping on her bed. It was hard not to recognize her swarthy skin or her pair of chocolate buns; both her hair and her butt, which was clad in a pair of panties underneath an orange babydoll nightie, the transparent fabric doing nothing to hide her figure.

Thinking quickly, Jango took out his cellphone and snapped a picture. ‘CLICK’ went his phone; with Gwendolyn lying like this, under the soft sunlight peeking through the window, he felt obligated to get a snapshot. “But now, how to wake her…”

Jango mused on just how he should approach, but had decided against any form of subtlety. He waltzed in, setting his hoodie atop the doorknob before he ungloved his right hand again and put his fingers to his mouth. He took a deep breath and a sharp whistle escaped his lips! Gwendolyn let out a cry of her own as she jumped out of her peaceful sleep and shot up from the bed.

“Huh?! What?!”

When she heard Jango chuckle, a pout began to replace her startled face. “Morning, Sleeping Beauty.”

She sucked her teeth. “Asshole, when I asked you to wake me up, I was expecting something a little more romantic.” Her brown eyes glared into his, a pout forming on his face. But he knew it was playful; if she really wanted him to leave, she would've made it clear.

“Well sorry~” Jango chuckled as he shrugged his arms. “But if you wanted breakfast in bed, you should’ve said something.” He began to put his glove back on. “But I don’t know if naughty girls who sleep in until noon should get rewarded for sleeping until noon and need someone to wake ‘em up.”

Gwendolyn glanced at the clock near her bed. “Noon? It’s only 7 AM.” She sat up, her nightie showing off her nicely shaped c-cup breasts.

Jango rolled his eyes, “oh, you know what I meant.”

“I know.” Gwendolyn smirked, “but if I’m gonna get spanked, I might as well be cheeky about it.”

“Interesting choice of words.” Jango then came over to the large bed, Gwendolyn giggling a bit as Jango took a seat on the edge of it. Without skipping a beat, Gwendolyn crawled over to the professional boxer. He took her by the wrist and began to guide Gwendolyn across his lap.

He eagerly pulled up her babydoll, not that it did much of anything to conceal her plump booty that was resting across his lap. Clad in a pair of white panties, Jango began to rub her butt, groping it with his gloved, rough hands. Gwendolyn chuckled a bit, lazily shaking her ass for the domineering man. Most would rather he just get on with it, but Gwendolyn didn’t mind a slow start.

CRACK!

A harsh breath of air escaped Gwendolyn’s lips. She swore the first smack just came from nowhere. She jumped, out of reflex, but felt Jango plant his hand on the small of her back and force her back down. She was forced to press her chest against his knee and push her butt into the air.

Jango mused as he continued to swing his arm, landing hard swats onto Gwendolyn’s butt. He swung his arm confidently, the flat of his palm popping against Gwendolyn’ booty as it bounced with each swing. His hand would stop to grab and grope at her full cheeks before starting back his rhythm again. Each swat was hard, but he was going rather slow, giving Gwendolyn a good few seconds to catch her breath and brace herself for the next smack.

SWAT!

He wouldn’t say this out loud, Jango wasn’t so calloused or so dumb, but he was sure Gwendolyn’s lackadaisy way to life was why her booty jiggled and shook like a fine jell-o. Complemented by a pair of wide hips. ‘Smack, smack, smack’ went Jango’s hand, bringing Gwendolyn’s to kick her legs lightly and squirm, only making her ass more enticing to Jango. Despite her panties covering her ass, Jango could tell the smacks were leaving a nice impression as his dark cheeks started to burn.

WHACK!

"You're awfully quiet, Gwendolyn." Jango teased, rubbing her bottom with the flat of his hand. He heard Gwendolyn purr a little bit as Jango chuckled a bit. "Don’t tell me you’re falling asleep on me."

Gwendolyn pouted as she said, “maybe you’re not spanking hard enough.” Jango raised an eyebrow, starting to raise his arm in the same way.

CRACK! CRACK!

He watched Gwendolyn grit her teeth, curling her toes as she rapidly kicked her legs frantically.

“How’s that?” Jango smirked, watching Gwendolyn calm down from her little tantrum.

“B-better.” Gwendolyn admitted, “but I was expecting better from you.”

“Oh, is that right?” Jango then grabbed at Gwendolyn’s panties. They hugged at her hips, but they were taken down all the same, exposing her rich booty to the sunlight. Her cheeks had a light hue of pink across her dark skin. “Maybe a bare bottom spanking will change your tone.”

Gwendolyn shuddered a bit, “ooh, scary~” She smirked back at Jango, who smirked back at her. He raised his palm into the air and began to resume his rhythm. His heavy smacks bounced off her ass, but now Jango was starting to go faster, giving Gwendolyn less time to rest between swats.

Jango could see the crimson handprints begin to mark Gwendolyn’s bottom as the lazy girl bucked and kicked her legs to and fro. Her panties began to glide down her thighs with each kick, only encouraging Jangot to continue his rhythm of faster swats. They traveled down her legs, over her knees, and were dangling by her ankles.

“This any better?" Jango asked as he watched Gwendolyn squirm. He swung his arm and popped his palm against her sit-spots. A dry cry escaped Gwendolyn’s mouth, leaving her to gasp as her legs began to shake.

"B-better.” Gwendolyn admitted as she felt the spanking stop for a moment, feeling Jango’s hand begin to glide up and down her legs soothingly. Her bottom felt hotter than before, starting to grow a dark red color as Jango helped to calm her trembling legs.

“Feel awake now?” Jango asked with a smirk, giving her bottom a few lighter pats.

"H-hardly." Gwendolyn said, despite the tears stinging the corner of her eyes. She lightly began to rub Jango’s thigh with her hand. “I don’t think I’m done yet.” Jango gave her a nod, giving a few more pats onto her butt, giving Gwendolyn a moment to brace herself.

Jango then brought his arm up and gave a heavy swing, giving a hard smack on Gwendolyn’s sit-spots before he began to land two, quicker smacks across her bottom. Again and again, he'd continue this specific pattern as he developed into a rhythm of going for her sit-spots with a harder swat before hitting her cheeks.

Gwendolyn tightened her grip on Jango’s pant leg, gasping and howling as the spanking became more intense. She bit her lip, trying to take it, fidgeting across Jango’s knee. Meanwhile, thunderous claps bounced off her bedroom walls. Her kicking was weak now, Gwendolyn’s panties dancing off her ankle and falling onto the floor.

This wasn’t the first time Gwendolyn had been spanked, certainly not the first time Jango was her spanker. But it was definitely the first time she orchestrated a scenario where she’d happily take a spanking. As the sun lit her room up, she felt Jango light up her ass. She couldn’t see it, but she could definitely feel her ass turning into a brighter shade of red.

KER-CRACK!

Another sharp gasp, bringing Gwendolyn to fully begin to sob onto the sheets. She felt that she couldn’t even kick; her legs felt like lead and she couldn’t stop herself from shaking. She didn’t even notice Jango had stopped spanking her until he started to gently rub her sore ass gently.

“Wide awake now?” Jango asked with a grin, his other hand beginning to gently rub her back. He looked down at Gwendolyn, who looked back up and gave him a nod between shaking breaths.

“Good girl.” Jango began to gently guide Gwendolyn off of his lap. Her legs felt like jelly, but she wouldn’t be standing for long. He swept Gwendolyn off her feet as he started to hold her gently in his arms, one hand gently giving her bottom a rub. He held her close as her shaking frame began to settle.

“That’s it. Just breathe easy, baby girl.” Jango comforted as he felt Gwendolyn cling to him. He listened for her breathing, feeling the pounding of her heart as her chest was pressed against his. Finally, when Gwendolyn began to settle down, and her breathing was more controlled, Jango popped the question. “Feeling okay?”

“Y-yeah.” Gwendolyn managed to say, grinning a bit despite the tear stains on her face. “I gotta say, that was a little more intense than I thought it’d be.”

Jango gave an uneven chuckle, “should I have stopped.”

“Hmm, no, I definitely liked it.” Gwendolyn gave a reassuring kiss on Jango’s cheek. “Though now I’m gonna have to get all my sewing done on my sore ass.”

“Well, you sure don’t seem bummed about it.” Jango wore a wide grin on his face as Gwendolyn rolled her eyes. “Oh, what? Am I being an ass now?”

“Oh shut up.” Gwendolyn said, pulling Jango in and forcing a more passionate kiss.