“Do you want me to touch you?” She nods vehemently, and swallows as she grabs at my hand again.
“Ah, ah,” I tease. “You were a naughty girl today. It won’t be that easy.”
She frowns and gives me a questioning look.
“Did you give me the book when I asked earlier?” She bites her lip and shakes her head. “Did you smack me in the kitchen when I teased you?” She squeezes her eyes shut.
“Look at me, lass.”
I’m not angry with her, but I have been waiting for an excuse to punish her. I want to feel her skin beneath my palm. I want to see her cry out in pain before I make it better.
She obeys, opening her wide blue eyes to capture mine.
“You know what I’ve told you.” She nods. The next thing I know, she’s scrambling up onto her knees, practically throwing herself over the arm of the couch. She wriggles her little heart-shaped arse, offering herself to be punished.
“You think I should give you the spanking you’ve earned?”
She nods, pretending to be repentant, but I can tell how badly she wants this.
“It must not be proper punishment if you want it. I ought to do a better job this time.”
I stand beside her, place my palm on her lower back, then slam my hand against the fullest part of her arse. Her head snaps back, and I spank her again. My handprint blooms against her pale white skin, a pink-shaped mark that makes my cock throb.
I rub the place I’ve just spanked. “I think you like your spanking, don’t you?”