How long can a party drag on? They had been here four hours already and it didn't show any signs of stopping. A reunion of high school friends sounded like a fun idea until she had decided to tease him. As they had parked on the street and started to get out of the car she had grabbed his arm and said "just so you're aware I'm not wearing any panties" and had jumped out of the car, the wind blowing her skirt up just below where he could see if she was lying or not.
The last four hours had been torture. She was flirting with him but always made sure they weren't anywhere alone. It had him thinking of some other uses for the ping-pong paddles. The way she intentionally brushed her ass against him whenever she walked by, or let her hand linger on his leg just often enough to keep him turned on, was making him less and less patient. She knew just what to do to drive him crazy, and she was using every trick.
At a point where he couldn't take it anymore, she made a mistake. Everyone decided to go outside and light a bonfire, but before she could join them he asked her to stay for a second so he could ask her something in private. She couldn't say no with all those people around so she waited. As soon as they were alone he crossed to her, grabbed her by her throat, and pinned her to the nearest wall.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" he whispered.
"I was wondering how long it would take for you to do this, Daddy."
Her response just made him more angry and more turned on. Well if she was gonna do that to him, he was sure as hell going to get payback. He spun her around and pinned her wrists above her head, holding her in place. His hand grazed lightly against her ass, and she arched her back, moving it towards him. There was a second of dead silence before a loud smack followed by "fuck, Daddy, did you have to start so hard?" Her ass stung from the impact of him palm, but as he continued wordlessly spanking her she cold feel something else besides the pain. Her pussy getting wetter and wetter.
"Let's see if you were lying, Princess," he grabbed a handful of fabric and pulled up her skirt, revealing a red, naked, ass. He was sliding two fingers up her thigh and feeling how wet the spanking had made her when he heard footsteps and released her, leaving marks on her wrists from how tight he had been holding them. Someone had come downstairs looking for them. As they went upstairs to rejoin the party, he made sure she noticed him lick his fingers clean, tasting her.
When the party finally died down, they returned to the car and started for home. He noted how she winced when she sat down, the red hand prints already starting to form deep purple bruises, marks to remind her that she was his to do with as he pleased.
