I pull my phone out of my pocket as it chirps the annoying bird noise I can't figure out how to change - "Hey baby, I miss you." Another text from you. I put my phone down, waiting to respond until I finish my essay. It buzzes again - "Come over? ;)" I sigh, half grateful that you're pulling me away from saving my English grade. "I'm on my way, Emily." I stand up. I grab my keys. I drive to you.
"Eeeemmmmm," I yell as I open the door to your apartment, pocketing my key. You come running down the stairs and throw your arms around me, smiling broadly. "You came." It takes a second for me to realize that all you're wearing is a set of grey Calvin Klein bra and panties and one of the dress shirts I've accidentally left here, unbuttoned over your slim figure. "Come on Joe, I wanna have some fun tonight" you say as you pull me into your living room and sit me down on the couch. You reach behind my heads to turn on the lights, intentionally moving your face so close to mine that I can feel your breath on my lips, your chest directly in my line of sight.
"Just a friendly reminder that if this teasing continues, you'll regret it later, babe."
"Well, maybe I enjoy being punished."
Smirking, you turn around and sit down on my lap, leaning against me so the sweet smell of your shampoo fills my nose. My hands instinctively move to your waist, making you flinch against the cold they acquired on the walk from my car. You start to lightly grind against me, making me let out a long sigh of pleasure. When you notice I'm enjoying it you stop and glance back at me, your face one of pure innocence.
"Do you want something, Daddy?"
I lift you off of me and start to back you across the room, my eyes locked on yours, my voice coming out low and quiet. I whisper, "I said no teasing." You start to apologize when your back hits the wall behind you and the air is pushed out of you. I grab your wrists and pin them above your head, leaning in to kiss you. Usually when we kiss it starts slow, and gradually progresses from there, but I have no patience tonight. As our making out continues, I can feel your body growing warmer. I pull away for a second and look into your eyes. The piercing blue makes it impossible for me to look away. My right hand releases your wrists and slowly moves down your body, grazing it with my fingertips until it reaches your ass. Grabbing it hard, I whisper one word, "move."
Obediently you pull away and walk up the stairs to your bedroom. I follow a few steps behind and cant resist slapping your ass as you reach the top of the staircase. You hop onto the edge of the bed and look up at me.
"Can I touch you, Daddy?"
"Not until you learn not to tease me."
I sit on the bed next to you and throw you over my lap, pulling down your panties. Before you can respond you feel my hand hit your ass and the sting that follows. "When will you learn that teasing me just means you get spanked, Emily?" You turn to look at me. "Can I tell you a secret? I love spankings." in response I just hit you harder, determined to make it hurt enough that you actually learn a lesson.
After a particularly hard slap I pause. "Who do you belong to?" You moan something softly, your face buried in the mattress. I spank you again. "Speak up." You raise your head and manage to say "I'm yours."
"Good girl. And what do I get to do with you?" You take in a breath as my hand hits your ass again when you don't respond fast enough. "...Anything you want."
I throw you down on the bed and remove your bra, exposing you fully in front of me. "Are you ready to be good now?" You nod but you've been teasing me too much over the past few days for me to accept that. "Use your words or I'll take you back over my knee."
"Yes Daddy, I'll be good for you."
Even though you're pouting I can see by the moisture between your legs that you're enjoying this.