A spatula?
There was one right on the counter: a plastic one she’d pulled out to make breakfast with, but she hadn’t even started cooking. He saw her eyes turning to it, and a devilish grin spread across his face.
“Oh, sweetie,” he said. “If you wanted me to spank you, all you had to do was ask.”
He spun her around and pushed her against the counter.
“Daniel, wait,” she said.
“You heard me the first time, princess,” he said, reaching for the spatula. He yanked her pajama pants and panties down to her ankles and slid his hands up her legs and over her bottom as he rose back up. She was embarrassed at the touch, but she also loved it: craved it.
Why did this have to feel so damn good?
Everything he was doing felt good and right and wonderful, but she shouldn’t like this.
Why couldn’t she just be normal?
“Meredith, why am I about to spank you?” He asked.
“Um…”
“Answer me.”
His voice was steely and firm, but calm. She didn’t detect even a hint of anger there, and that was kind of wonderful.
As a kid, she’d always dreaded getting in trouble. Being yelled at was always worse than any punishments her parents had dished out to her. She’d never been the type of person who liked to let others down, and being yelled at had always broken her heart a little bit.
Now Daniel was here, right behind her, looking at her ass.
She was wet and turned on, and she couldn’t stop thinking about how close he was to her pussy. If she spread her legs just a little, and if he reached out with just his hand, he’d be able to touch her and feel her. He could spread her pussy lips and slide a finger or two inside of her, and she just knew that she’d start grinding down against his hand.
Yeah, it was wrong.
Wrong as hell, but her body hadn’t seemed to get the message that it wasn’t supposed to like this.
If anything, she was even more turned on than she usually was.
Again, that was a problem.
Daniel sighed because she still hadn’t answered him.
“Okay,” he said. “First spanking is for not answering my question, princess. Then we’ll try again before you get your second spanking.”
“What?” She squeaked out. She started to turn around, but he pressed his hand on her back, flattening her against the counter, and swatted her ass with the spatula.
And it fucking hurt.
Damn, that thing was sharp.
She didn’t cry out, but she only barely managed not to. She closed her eyes, squeezing them shut, as he swatted one of her cheeks and then the other. Then he went back and forth between the two of them. It didn’t take long before she was almost at the edge of tears.
Finally, he stopped.
He didn’t take his hand away, though. He kept her there, and she could feel her eyes on her bottom. The worst part was that her pussy was now fucking drenched. Oh, she’d have to masturbate after this, like, a lot. She craved the feeling of him between her legs. She wanted him to touch her, at the very least, and fuck her, at the very most.
But she couldn’t ask for that, could she?
She couldn’t ask for any of that.