Here's a little teaser from
The Brat and the Brainiac II.
Vanessa comes and gets into position and waits for me to begin.
She’s right that I can’t hurt her. Not only can I not bring myself to, she’s a different kind of woman than Miranda is, and she never cries when she’s being spanked. In fact, it actually just turns her on. And I have to spank her quite differently than Miranda, too. She likes to be spanked fast and hard until she starts moaning and groaning, and then she likes a little break before I start up again. This time, I think I’ll spank her slowly and deliberately, and talk a bunch of stuff to her to make her feel like she’s being punished.
I smack her ass two firm times, one on each cheek. She arches her back, waiting for the next blow to fall, but of course, there isn’t one. Not right away, that is. I know she’s digging this, and I’m digging it, too, so I set out to tease her a little.
“Come on,” she tells me. “I don’t have time for all this.”
“Why? Where else do you need to go?”
“Nowhere. I just don’t want to lie here all day.”
“You want it fast and hard, like normal?”
I pop her butt a couple more times, but the blows are obviously insufficient to get her into the right frame of mind because she acts like she’s going to get up.
“Oh, no you don’t. Get back down there.”
“Then do it right.”
“Just slow your roll. I’ll get there when I’m ready to, and not before.”
“I swear to God, Tommy, you are the most aggravating--”
She breaks off because I smack her bottom a couple more times.
“I never met such a bossy woman before.”
I start spanking her, still slower than she likes, but a little faster than before, and I gradually increase the speed and force of the blows. Jason probably knows some mathematical equation to express it with, I think fleetingly.
She’s breathing heavy, sort of like I’m knocking the wind out of her, but I keep on anyway, picking up speed now. I know she’s close to breaking when she suddenly lets out a squeal.
I stop and let her catch her breath, but I don’t let her come to earth entirely before I start in again, and I don’t take as long as before to get to full speed. I turn her this way and that to be sure I’ve covered every inch of her bottom, and before too long she squeals again.
“Already?” I ask. Why don’t you get up and take everything below the waist off?”
She gets up off my lap and struggles a little undressing herself, but soon, she’s back for more.