less breath this time than last.
He waited, although he continued to pat her bottom, as if in warning that he wasn’t going to put up with any shenanigans.
“I–I was… was going to s-say that—” It was going to have been hard enough to say when she was upright and facing him, which was why she’d just automatically responded to his command to get dressed rather than coming right out with her objection. And now – how could she possibly say this to him when she was in this humiliating position, and he was poised to continue smacking her bottom if she said something he didn’t like?
Apparently she was taking entirely too long – as far as he was concerned – to overcome her own overblown sense of propriety, because the next thing she knew, he had begun to swat her again, just once on each cheek, but with tremendous power, such that she could well imagine that it had left her with a livid red imprint of that broad palm and those long fingers. And he began delivering like smacks all over her backside – not confining himself to those lovely, bouncing buttocks, but instead also venturing to the tender backs of her thighs.
Until, at last, crying pitifully, Lita managed to overcome her embarrassment – at what she was going to say, certainly not at what was being done to her at the moment – and yelled out, “I want us to make love before we go to dinner!”
Upon hearing the reason for her reluctance, Brandt stopped – momentarily, anyway – intrigued. “You do?”
“Yes!” she continued to yell, while sniffling and weeping. And it felt damned good, too! She’d been raised to temper every emotion and never, ever to cause a scene – especially anything negative like anger. But yelling at him – even when he was spanking her – felt freeing, and he didn’t seem to want to try to inhibit her.
Except that as the last thing he did before he carefully returned the swimsuit to its former position, he scolded, “That’s enough. If you’re going to yell at me, you’d better have a damned good reason, and, since the spanking’s over – for now – you don’t.”
He let her up but didn’t turn her loose, instead switching her around so that she was sitting on his lap, holding her tight against him so that she didn’t have to put too much pressure on her backside.
This was a definite benefit of being spanked by him rather than her father, Lita realized immediately.
“And why is it that you specifically want to make love before dinner?”
Her hand came up to his chest, feeling its bareness and snatching it back as if her fingertips had been burned, then venturing bravely back to nestle there. He looked down to see just how small and frail it looked, then picked it up and pressed her fingertips to his lips.
She was squirming, and he knew that this was a topic she would rather avoid, but he’d been very startled by her revelation, and he wanted to know more about what she was thinking. “I— well, I,” she stammered, “I’m afraid I won’t taste the meal. I’ll be too... preoccupied.”
“Out of the mouths of babes,” Brandt sighed, realizing that he felt exactly the same way.
“I’m not a babe!”
He was surprised at the almost mutinous look on her face as he hitched them up to the top of the bed. “Yes, you are, in more ways than one.”
Her face looked thunderous at that pronouncement, and he realized that this was the first time she’d been angry around him. He intended to explore that a lot more closely when more interesting past times weren’t in the offing.
This time, when she opened her mouth to argue with him, he kissed her deeply and it had the exact effect he’d hoped it would – distracting them both from what they had been talking about.
She had told him that she wasn’t a virgin, and she wasn’t, but she might as well have been. His instinct was to go as slowly as he would if she had been, and that proved to be the perfect way to approach her.
Despite the fact
He waited, although he continued to pat her bottom, as if in warning that he wasn’t going to put up with any shenanigans.
“I–I was… was going to s-say that—” It was going to have been hard enough to say when she was upright and facing him, which was why she’d just automatically responded to his command to get dressed rather than coming right out with her objection. And now – how could she possibly say this to him when she was in this humiliating position, and he was poised to continue smacking her bottom if she said something he didn’t like?
Apparently she was taking entirely too long – as far as he was concerned – to overcome her own overblown sense of propriety, because the next thing she knew, he had begun to swat her again, just once on each cheek, but with tremendous power, such that she could well imagine that it had left her with a livid red imprint of that broad palm and those long fingers. And he began delivering like smacks all over her backside – not confining himself to those lovely, bouncing buttocks, but instead also venturing to the tender backs of her thighs.
Until, at last, crying pitifully, Lita managed to overcome her embarrassment – at what she was going to say, certainly not at what was being done to her at the moment – and yelled out, “I want us to make love before we go to dinner!”
Upon hearing the reason for her reluctance, Brandt stopped – momentarily, anyway – intrigued. “You do?”
“Yes!” she continued to yell, while sniffling and weeping. And it felt damned good, too! She’d been raised to temper every emotion and never, ever to cause a scene – especially anything negative like anger. But yelling at him – even when he was spanking her – felt freeing, and he didn’t seem to want to try to inhibit her.
Except that as the last thing he did before he carefully returned the swimsuit to its former position, he scolded, “That’s enough. If you’re going to yell at me, you’d better have a damned good reason, and, since the spanking’s over – for now – you don’t.”
He let her up but didn’t turn her loose, instead switching her around so that she was sitting on his lap, holding her tight against him so that she didn’t have to put too much pressure on her backside.
This was a definite benefit of being spanked by him rather than her father, Lita realized immediately.
“And why is it that you specifically want to make love before dinner?”
Her hand came up to his chest, feeling its bareness and snatching it back as if her fingertips had been burned, then venturing bravely back to nestle there. He looked down to see just how small and frail it looked, then picked it up and pressed her fingertips to his lips.
She was squirming, and he knew that this was a topic she would rather avoid, but he’d been very startled by her revelation, and he wanted to know more about what she was thinking. “I— well, I,” she stammered, “I’m afraid I won’t taste the meal. I’ll be too... preoccupied.”
“Out of the mouths of babes,” Brandt sighed, realizing that he felt exactly the same way.
“I’m not a babe!”
He was surprised at the almost mutinous look on her face as he hitched them up to the top of the bed. “Yes, you are, in more ways than one.”
Her face looked thunderous at that pronouncement, and he realized that this was the first time she’d been angry around him. He intended to explore that a lot more closely when more interesting past times weren’t in the offing.
This time, when she opened her mouth to argue with him, he kissed her deeply and it had the exact effect he’d hoped it would – distracting them both from what they had been talking about.
She had told him that she wasn’t a virgin, and she wasn’t, but she might as well have been. His instinct was to go as slowly as he would if she had been, and that proved to be the perfect way to approach her.
Despite the fact
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