Hi, everyone!
I hope everything's going well
for you.
I'm having a hectic time
with my upcoming move.
Where did I get all this stuff, lol?
Anyway, I'm here today
to give you all
a
sneak peek at my latest story.
It's the sequel to
"The Brat and the Brainiac."
I'm thinking of calling it,
"The Blonde and the Ballplayer."
Here goes.
Enjoy!
When we get to his room, he’s about to turn the TV on, but I don’t
want to watch TV. We’ve both been
working hard lately, and I’m sick of sports right now.
“How about a
spanking?” I ask.
“Right now?”
“Yes.”
“Then strip off
from the waist down,” he tells me, flopping down onto the side of the bed.
“All of it?”
“All of it.”
Excited by his matter-of-fact
tone, my body responds. My heart skips a
beat and I feel slick down there between my legs. I hope I can hide it from him. I kick off my shoes and take off my socks,
and then I start undoing my linen pants.
He waits patiently as I take them off and fold them neatly.
“They’ll wrinkle
if I don’t,” I say, setting them aside.
“Get your panties
off and lay them on top.”
I obey, my heart
racing with excitement. Once I’m naked
from the waist down, I turn to him. He
beckons me forward without another word.
I approach him, and, once I’m close enough, he reaches out and pulls me
down across his lap.
My mouth is dry
with anticipation, and I await further instructions.
“Spread your
legs.”
I obey, and he
dips his fingers into my slickness.
“Look at you,” he
chides. “You’re all wet. You’re a naughty girl, aren’t you?”
For some reason, I
nod. I feel like I’m in a dream, lying
there over his lap.
“Do you want a
warm-up?”
“Yes, please.”
Without another
word, he starts in, spanking firmly, but not too hard. I’m comfortable over his lap, but then he
ratchets up the heat and the pace.
Pretty soon, he’s going full-bore, and I can feel the heat emanating
from my butt. I catch myself moaning,
but I just can’t help it. I want to tell
him to stop, but before I can, he stops on his own and begins rubbing my bottom
again.
