"You've been a real brat all day, you know that?"
As soon as the door closed, his entire demeanor shifted. She felt a shiver go over her. Gone was the quiet sweet guy her friends marveled over, the man she'd teased all day with sly remarks and random flashes of tit and thigh here and there. No, here was the Other One. The side of him she hadn't known about the first time they fucked, her riding him quick and hot and heavy without even letting him cum.
Now he was the one who didn't let her cum- or so she presumed, considering, as he'd said, that she'd been a fucking brat.
Hell yeah, she thought to herself. Here we fucking go.
For now she feigned confusion and indifference.
"What are you talking about?"
"Like you don't know." His eyes were already a shade darker as he moved towards her, and by proxy, the bed. He'd been working out, and it showed. Even before the gym entered the picture, he dwarfed her. She was all of 5'3", with proportional curves that were tempting but useless in a fight. And she considered herself ready for a fight.
Darting a look at his shorts, she could see the swell of his erection and couldn't stifle the grin creeping out on her face.
"Oh, you think it's funny?" he asked.
"A little bit, yeah."
"You laughing at me?"
"Maybe." she said cheekily. How far could she go before-
Okay, not that far today. Maybe it was the couple of drinks they'd had or the fact that his zipper was working overtime but he was not willing to play games. She knew this abruptly because he stepped all the way to directly in front of her, so he was breathing down onto her face. And he put his hand in her hair. And yanked. Not enough to bring tears to her eyes, but enough to hurt just a little bit. Just so she knew what she was bringing upon herself.
She could feel herself getting wet already.
He caught her mouth with his and she couldn't keep the grin on anymore, opening her mouth so his tongue could dive in, greedy, licking at her tongue and teeth before heading deeper, a premonition of things to come.
After all, his fingers were winding tighter in her hair, forcing her face onto his.
He broke off, both of them breathing hard.
"Take off your dress."
She paused and he tugged a little on the hair he still had control over. She obliged, reaching for the zipper up by her neck and sliding it down. As her breasts came into view, his eyes snapped to her chest. She considered making a joke, but figured she didn't need to add any more punishment to today's docket.
Momentarily he broke character. "The day you wear a bra is the day I write a letter of complaint to God."
At that, she couldn't help a chuckle. "That's kind of corny."
"Did I say you could talk?"
She shut up and brought the zipper all the way down. At this point, the dress was more like an open coat, one she shrugged off so she was standing there almost naked, still very close to him.
"Bend over."
Her absolute favorite part.
She knew without looking back that he hadn't removed a stitch of clothing. Something about that always got to her, especially when he would do what he was doing now, pull her underwear down so it sagged around her knees, trapping her just slightly. One could argue there wasn't much point in removing a thong, but one would also note that today had merited quite a few slaps and perhaps not to make any more rash decisions so that one could sit down the next day.
The floor creaked. He was walking to the closet, where the paddle hung amidst bathrobes and scarves. Boy she really was in trouble.
"Put your head back down."
She obliged, turning back to bury her face in the sheets. There was a slight chill in the room, and she could feel goosebumps rising on her back and thighs. Her ass, however, did not feel cold, likely in anticipation of things to come.
The first one came out of nowhere, the only warning the whistle of the paddle through the air. It connected with her left cheek and she recoiled from the blow.
"Stay still."
SMACK.
The next one hit both cheeks, and she stifled a whimper.
SMACK.
Eight more rained down in quick succession, mostly across her ass. A couple grazed the top of her thighs.
"Stop tensing."
Her mouth was slightly open now as she panted. The room was getting warmer now, and she shifted her weight between her feet only to find a hand pressing her back down onto the bed.
"You're not going anywhere."
His voice was calm as another blow hit, this time from his open palm.
SMACK.
When the next one came, he squeezed her cheek and dug his nails ever so slightly into her skin, spreading her ass open and tracing the rim of her hole.
"Light?"
