It was a sultry summer’s night in August that I attended my colleague Mark’s party. Lanterns flickered in the garden as the barbecue had ended and the drinking had continued. I sipped on my own bottle of lager quietly and concentrated my thoughts on Kay.
My partner Kay. We had been together for over two years now, but how we met wasn’t important. All that was important was the game.
I nodded in agreement at a particularly lame joke someone from Procurement had told and turned to find out what she was up to. Kay wasn’t cheating on me, she wasn’t even overly flirting with the two men that she had sat either side of her. No, she was playing a game with me, a game where I got teased and very wound up.
Through the open patio doors I could see her sat in the sofa. She’d worn a bright red dress that contrasted with her blonde hair wonderfully. It looked deceptively long when she stood, but on sitting it split allowing both of her gorgeous, crossed legs to be revealed. Teasing Kay, she could see me standing opposite watching her. The two drunken bores were continuing their inane conversation on either side of her as she smiled, ever so sweetly and leaned forward to pick up her glass. The dress afforded me ample view of her breasts, framed by the blonde hair that had fallen forward. I caught my breath as I looked at them. My eyes then travelled downwards to the red, strapped high heels she’d decided to wear, with the wickedly pointed toes. I continued to glance upwards. I took in those legs, shapely, long and decadently clad in sheer, clear stockings. As she leaned back and brought the glass to her lips she stretched one leg out. Moving the glass away from her mouth, she ran her tongue over her bottom lip. I knew I was gaping, transfixed by the display, damn hard and unable to do anything about it. It was then she crossed her legs. Her right stretched out, it slid deliciously slowly off the left and afforded me a brief glance at the red thong she had on underneath. The left took just as long to position itself on top of the right and stop, as she swayed and bowed her foot.
I knew the display was over and turned back to the party. It had been over in seconds, but was only the beginning.
The teasing continued. At any one point during the party she knew where I was and how she could show herself off to me. A perfectly innocent conversation in the kitchen turned into a game of wits. Kay would suck an ice cube in her mouth, pulling it back and forth, knowing I’d be watching her lips. And then it would drop. Quite suddenly and completely by ‘accident’, the ice cube would leave her mouth and end up on the floor.
“Well,” she’d say. “We can’t leave that there.” Kay would then bend over giving me the most perfect, gorgeous view of her arse. It was beautiful, sheathed in the red cloth of the dress, the slit of which moved around to the side slightly showing her legs. Kay’s arse wasn’t too big, but it was big enough to want to fondle, caress, squeeze. Again my attention was focussed completely on her, mesmerised, wanting to go over to her, put my hand on her backside, pull her back up and grind my cock against it. Desperately wanting to feel so close, touch her body, make contact with her skin. She played with me and I stood staring, agape, wrapped around her little finger.
I’d been clenching my teeth all the way home as I drove back; she’d tried more on the way home, her finger tracing a path between her tits as I drove. Her part of the game was almost fulfilled. I smiled, as I knew it was soon to be my turn. The more she kept going the more she would get. Damn her, she knew it.
Kay kissed me passionately as we stumbled through the front door. I slammed it and pushed her away from me.
“It’s no use trying to please me now,” I said, pushing past her and in to the front room.
“But, but…” she stammered after me, still tottering on those heels. I stood in the centre of the living room and crossed my arms.
“Sit down, Kay.”
Kay shrugged and fell back on to the sofa, sticking out her bottom lip and crossing her legs again. Jesus, she was good at this. Every instinct in my body wanted to pin her down and fuck her there and then. I tried to keep a grip on my self-control.
She pulled the dress back, making sure I could see most of her thigh, the stocking tops. “And don’t pout, young lady.”
“What?” she asked, undoing the top button on the front of the dress, teasing, bad Kay. It was enough to send me over the edge. Kay would be made to pay.
“You KNOW ‘WHAT’!” I yelled. “You’re a teasing little bitch, that’s ‘what’!”
“No, that’s not true-“
“It is. I saw you at the party. Teasing me, showing me your body, flaunting it at me, knowing there was nothing I could do about it. Well?”
“Look, I swear, I didn’t!” she protested.
“Like Hell you didn’t. Stand up!”
Kay just looked at me so I told her again. When I grabbed her arm and pulled her off the sofa she yelped. “Maybe you’ll listen now.”
I commanded her to keep her arms straight as I walked out of the room. I told her to keep her head up and mouth shut. Kay gasped when she saw the hairbrush I’d brought back in with me.
“I think you need to be punished, Kay. Don’t you?” She just stared at the hairbrush. “DON’T YOU?”
My hand hooked into the neck of her dress and I tore downwards. I felt the rage, the anger, but more than that the lust, the adrenalin. My hands shook slightly at the buzz.
The buttons dropped to the floor as it fell open, exposing her naked tits.
“Oh…” she breathed.
“Well?” I asked again.
“Please…” came the response. She bowed her head.
“Then touch your toes.” I knew she’d have trouble in the high heels and any slight stumble would get an extra smack. As she bent over, my hand found the outrageous slit in the dress, I tore at it and ripped the dress right round revealing the backs of her stocking clad legs, her bare thighs and suspenders and her beautiful arse. I felt her tremble as my hand ran over her cheeks. “Now what do you say?”
“Please,” she whispered. I closed my eyes and relished in the moment.
“And don’t forget ‘thank you’” I told her as I raised the hairbrush.
THWACK!
“OH!”
The brush landed on her arse with a delicious sting, leaving its first dull red mark. “Well?”
“Thank you.”
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! I brought the brush down in quick succession, listening to the gasping and whimpering that she made.
“Please…” she continued to ask. I smiled and stung the hairbrush off her backside. Her cheeks were beginning to glow pink.
“You’re a filthy tease, Kay, a dirty little girl.” Her gasps were turning into moans, her arse both recoiling and rejoicing as the brush slapped it.
THWACK! Extra hard, across both cheeks. I took the opportunity to run my hand beneath her arse and over her pussy. She was wet.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
“Yes!” she cried out. I repeated the four strokes. “Oh, please, please, I’m a filthy tease…”
