You arrive at home and I'm there waiting for you. You take one look at me and you know that I have done something I shouldn't have. You smile that half smile at me as you walk towards me, knowing you will discover whatever I'm hiding, you always do.
"Hi baby." You say sliding down onto the couch next to me. You put your arm around me and cuddle me close giving me a soft lingering kiss. I can't bring myself to look at you, my head stays bowed. Your fingers stroke my hair and move down to my chin and gently pull it up until we should be eye to eye, and still I keep my eyes lowered.
"Look at me." You say softly, but the warning is there. Slowly I raise my eyes and you see the fear there. Your eye brow rises slightly as you cock your head at me.
"You'll feel better once you tell me." You say evenly, looking at me, watching for a reaction. The rising blush makes you want to reach out and touch me but you don't move.
"It was an accident Michael; I didn't mean to do it." I say looking down once again. My fingers twist together nervously. I glance up and you haven't moved. I know you are waiting for me to finish.
"I b...I broke the vase your mom gave you for Christmas, the one that was from your Grandmother's estate." I waited head hanging. I missed your grin over the top of my head. I had no idea you hated it.
"I'm so sorry, it was an accident, I didn't mean to..." My voice trailed off at your silence. Finally I got the courage to look up at you. You were hiding any expression from me.
"How did it happen, Lily?" You asked. Your eyes were fixed on mine, making me gasp softly. You always seemed to know when I was careless.
"I was..." I sighed and glanced up at you, then I took a deep breath and hurriedly said, "I was dancing in the living room and my foot hit the table and it fell, I tried to catch it but I missed."
"You feel pretty bad, don't you?" You asked me and began to softly stroke my hair. I nodded and looked down.
"Is that a proper answer?" You ask me.
"I'm sorry Michael, yes, I feel bad, I didn't mean to do it." I whispered.
"Will you feel better if I punish you?" You ask.
"Yes." I whisper, snuggling against you.
"How do you want me to punish you Lily?" You ask me as you lean back gazing into my eyes. I blush deeper. Your hand strokes down my back firmly moving back and forth.
"Will you spank me, Michael?" I say so quietly you can barely hear me. You give me that half smile again.
"I think you need to ask better than that." You say loosening your tie and unbuttoning the top button as you stare down at me your mouth a firm line, waiting for my response.
Slowly I move back and kneel next to your lap, my knees sinking into the soft cushions. I quietly slip the buttons of my blouse open and tug my skirt up to my hips and then slowly slide it higher.
"Please Michael, I need you to spank me, I've been so naughty." I say as I slide my body slowly across your lap, my ass rose in the air until it is centered on your legs.
"Show me your bottom now." You say and wait for me to slide the skirt out of your way. I lay there, my breasts swaying free. Your hand smoothes over my back sliding back and forth.
"Slide your panties down Lily; I won't have them in my way." You demand still not touching me. I wiggle my ass as I tug the scrap of lace down to my thighs. Your other hand slides over my thighs, still not touching my ass as you stroke the silky skin.
"You will not cum do you understand?" You ask firmly.
"Yes, Michael." I whimper, waiting for the first strike. I feel your breath blowing over my ass and it sends a shiver over my body. I squirm and press down until I feel the length of you pressing into my softly rounded stomach. The feel of you makes me moan, but I gasp with surprise as you slap your hand down hard, stinging my cheeks. The urge to cover my ass overcomes me and one hand moves to touch and comfort, you strike me again harder this time, and grab my wrist.
"Do I have to tie your hands?" You ask squeezing my wrist firmly and pulling it up over my head and out of the way.
"No, sir." I whisper trying to stay perfectly still, when my whole body is urging me to hump against your lap. I feel myself start to shake with excitement, I can't see your smile as your hand slides under my blouse pushing the soft fabric up to my shoulder blades so that nothing is in your way.
Your finger tips graze the side of my breast then spank it gently making it jiggle against your fingertips. I whimper and relax and then your other hand comes down hard and fast 'Slap Slap Slap' I cry out and slide forward on your lap but I can't escape, your hand comes down again and again, slapping harder and harder with each stinging blow until your handprints completely cover my ass cheeks.
I can feel my pussy begin to seep onto the leg of your pants, a tiny puddle of excitement warm and moist growing with each slap. I'm crying, my tears are falling as I bury my face into the couch. You sting my ass again and then lean forward and begin to tease one heavy nipple. The cool air of the room and the hard spanks mingle together making my red bottom tingle. You squeeze one nipple and whisper to me.
"Are you going to be a good girl now?" You ask as your fingers move to the other erect nipple and pinch it softly and then again harder until I gasp.
