She taunted him with wicked glee. The corner of her lips curled into a naughty smile and she stuck her tongue out at him. Her nose crinkled and she squealed with delight as he rose from his chair and started toward her. "Minx..." he growled as he stalked her. She backed up and slipped around the corner--giggling.
He grinned a decidedly wicked grin and reached for her. But she slipped out of his grasp. He stopped and narrowed his eyes on her pretty face. "I'm not chasing you. Come here." He ordered her about as if she were child. She posed provocatively and tossed her head defiantly, "No. You want me? You're gonna have to come and get me."
"Noooo...I don't think I have to chase you. I think you'll come to me. Everything comes to me." He folded his arms across his chest, completely confident that she'd do as instructed. She threw her head back and laughed. He watched in shock as she turned her back to him and put a hand on the stair in front of her. Her body twisted so that she could watch him over her shoulder as she pulled the hem of her skirt up to reveal a garment no better than dental floss. She ran her free hand over her ass and hooked a finger around the edge of the thong and started to slide it over her hip. Then she stopped and asked him sweetly, "Are you sure you won't come over here, Baby?"
He cleared his throat, suddenly aware of how tight his jeans had grown. "If I come over there it'll be to give you the spankering of your life...In fact, I think I'm gonna give you a spankering regardless." He walked over to the closet and pulled out a wooden ping-pong paddle. She dropped her skirt and sat on the step quickly, laughing nervously, "You can't be serious!"
He slapped his open palm with the paddle, "Can't I?" He smiled like the Cheshire Cat and walked past her. He sat in his lazy chair as if he were a king taking his throne. She cautiously stepped up to the doorway, "I don't see how you're gonna spank me. I'm not foolish enough to come to you while you're holding a weapon." He sat the paddle on the table next him and winked at her, "No worries, Honey Bunny, you'll come to me." His hands went to the top of his jeans.
Her jaw dropped and she shook her head slowly, "You wouldn't!" He laughed a deep and rich rumble that filled the room and sent her stomach into turbulence. He tugged the zipper down chiding her softly, "It's as if you don't know me at all." He reached under his shorts and freed his erection. He began to touch himself in smooth, purposeful strokes. His eyes closed briefly and his head tilted back. He moaned just a little and she watched him hungrily. She took in his salt-n-pepper beard and his beautiful eyes as he opened them to stare at her. She watched his strong fingers sliding over his shaft and her mouth watered.
He looked at her through heavy-lidded eyes and called to her. "Here kitty, kitty. Look at you trying so hard to be good. You want a taste, don't you Honey Bunny?" She took an involuntary step toward him and licked her lips. She did want a taste. Her knees shook, her body ached, burned for him. But she caught herself, "No." She croaked the word, her throat tight. He chuckled at her predicament. "Yes, you do. It's okay, you can taste me. I'll let you. And I won't even touch the paddle." He set the paddle on the floor, the handle resting against the chair. "See?" He gave her an innocent look--even as he continued to pleasure himself.
She knew he couldn't be trusted, but her willpower was wavering with the rhythm he was keeping. It was excruciating—the sweetest torture. She took a step toward him, heeding the spell he'd cast. He licked his lips, enticing her. "That's a good girl. Come have a nibble." A small groan escaped her mouth and she whispered, "It is my favorite lollipop." He smirked with satisfaction, "I know it is."
She walked to him and knelt before his open legs. She reached a shaky hand out to touch him, but he intercepted her movement. He grasped her wrist, yanked her up and over his knee. He grabbed the paddle and smacked her ass with it soundly. She squirmed and shrieked. "Oh you Brat!" He laughed at her misery, "That's for taunting me." He cracked her again, not too hard though, "That's for squirming." She fought him and yelled, "Ouch! Oh, you'll rue the day!" He tossed the paddle and slapped her one last time, grabbing a handful of her juicy bottom, "And that's just because it's fun."
He dumped her to the floor, but held onto her wrist. She struggled against him, her face flushed and furious. She rubbed her sore tush with her free hand. He leaned forward and she opened her mouth to verbally assault him, but he covered her mouth with his. He kissed her roughly. His tongue stroked hers, their lips sliding over each other’s. He moved his hands to caress her ass and run up her hips, moved them past her waist and to cup her breasts. He tweaked her nipples and kissed her again and again--sucking at her lips. She melted against him, sighing, whimpering in the back of her throat. He eased his mouth from hers and brushed a stray strand of hair from her face. "You were saying?"
She opened dazed eyes and tried to work her swollen lips, "Huh?" He massaged the soft skin of her ass and smiled with smug satisfaction. "That's what I thought." He swatted her backside gently and told her firmly, "Go fix us a sandwich." That snapped her awake and she glared at him, "Nope. I won't do it." He leaned back in his chair, zipped up his pants, and picked up the paddle. She covered her bottom with her hands as she scrambled to her feet, eyes wide, "You wouldn’t dare!"
He grinned, "Make mine roast beef." She sneered at him, "Fine. But this is to be continued." She turned toward the kitchen, but his words stopped her short. "You bet your sweet ass it is." She smiled to herself and thought, ‘Okay, Brat, we’ll see who gets spanked next…’