AN:No matter what anyone said about Randy Orton, he always kept his word. For the fan that requested this in Next Question, but passed out: I thought the story deserved a straight Randy Orton. And a lot more time.

Orton walked down the hallway of the hotel gracefully. He had only a few minutes to slip away to see the fan that had asked for a spanking on the panel, but he was going to make those minutes count.

He knocked on the door quietly, odd for a man of his size.

The door opened, and the fan peeked out, letting out a little yelp as Randy Orton came into view.

"I noticed you had a bit of trouble, earlier, and I wanted to keep my promise to you" Orton grinned and then flicked his tongue out to wet his lips.

"So, can I come in?"

After a second of staring, the fan opened the door. The room was empty, except for a few packed bags.

"I really meant what i said earlier. I came on a bit too strong, so I want to make it up to you." he murmured, lowering his voice with each word. He leaned against the wall to trap the fan between the wall and himself.

"Starting, with this."

He ducked a bit, brushing his lips against hers gently. Sparks shot through her lips as the small kiss ended just as it began.

Orton raised a hand, cradling her face in it, and brought his lips closer to hers with a low purring sound. He didn't think it could feel this good to kiss someone he just met, but somehow one kiss from Rose was never enough.

Wait, Rose?

How did he know her name?

The initial shock wore away, and the fan hopped up onto his wide hips, straddling his lap and moving her face closer. Their lips met again, as if they knew each other well, and Orton closed his eyes, alternating pressure, slipping his tongue between her lips gently.

Without even looking, he led her to the bed. The kiss grew deeper, and he fell onto the bed soundlessly, cradling her in his arms and laying her out onto the bed.

Rose hadn't even registered that she had left an upright position, but when Orton settled his massive frame between her legs and kissed her deeper and deeper, her arms wrapped around Randall's neck without even thinking.

Wait, when did she start calling him Randall?

Her hands tugged at his shirt. She was desperate to see all those tattoos up close. Orton moved from his place between her legs, and sat up on his knees. He tugged it over his head slowly, and his Rose made the most delicious giggle.

Wait, his Rose?

She ran her hands over his abs and moaned, pulling her own shirt over her head. They undressed quickly, kissing roughly as their minds transitioned from sweetness to roughness. Orton had a spanking to deliver, and Rose was more than happy to take it.

As soon as she had slipped her thong off, Orton flipped her over on the bed, palming her ass. Just seeing it made him get harder. He snarled, rearing his hands back one at a time, to smack the waiting cheeks.

Smack!

Her back tensed, and she let out a little moan. So quiet that his ears almost didn't catch it.

Smack!

Her moans got a bit louder, still not as loud as he wished they were.

He knew she could be louder.

Smack Smack Smack!

He snarled, and her moans got louder and louder.

His tongue slithered out of his mouth and down her back. He bared his teeth and nipped at her ass, spanking her harder. Uninhibited, slutty moans left her lips and she ran her hand softly over the back of his head, pushing him closer.

Smack!

"Oh my god!"

He chuckled evilly, slithering his muscular frame back so that their hips aligned. He was so hard he could hardly stand it. He spread her legs and rubbed himself between her legs. She gasped and slid down the bed, impaling herself on him.

One long groan left him at her perfect tightness, and his hips started snapping before he even thought to do it.

"Oh my godddd!"

He punched the bed above them and laid another slap across her ass.

"Ohhhh!"

His hips sped up, waving left and right the way he knew she liked.

"Gooddddd..." a small whimper left her mouth, immediately buried in the pillow before her. He felt her tighten around her, and rubbed the little dimple that appeared in her ass when she clenched it. A deep snarl rumbled from his chest, and his eyes rolled in his head.

"Fuuuuuccckkk, Rooossseee!"

Smack!

His eyes opened and he stared down at her in surprise. A slow smirk grew on her face, and Orton frowned, spanking her back.

She always was a bad, bad girl.