If Tom's mind had been enthralled with Patty before, it was completely possessed now. In the days that followed their bondage session, he had even contemplated breaking into her house to get the panties she had refused to give him that first day.
"It will only spoil you!" she had told him when he complained about not getting them.
"And I don't like whiners!" she had added.
Yes, their relationship had changed. He understood that. Patty wasn't just the hot-bodied, sweet girl he had pined for in the beginning. She had taken on a dual role in his mind now. She was not only his sex partner, but his tormenter of sorts. Not that Patty was controlling his life hour to hour overtly. No, it was much more subtle than that.
Tom spent his time now closing his eyes and pulling her cunt scent up in his imagination. After these interludes he always tried to call her to see where she was. Was she out sharing those panties of hers with another bondage freak? Strapping them over his face until he shot loads into the air? This could be a game she was playing with a couple dozen different guys he finally guessed.
But all his calls to her went to voice mail and she stopped coming around to Dave's house as well. He began driving by her home looking for evidence of these other men. Then after he saw her car there one day he went and knocked on the door. There was no answer.
He became convinced at that moment she was ducking him. He was sure that she was in her room right now tying some other Freaky Fred to her bed! Maybe she was even charging him money?! He needed to take action!
He made his way around to the side of her house and hopped the fence. Her window was in the back at the corner so he edged his way up to it. He took a quick peek inside like they do in cop movies during gun battles, feeling all the while like he was completely justified. He discovered then that he had very limited visibility because of the sun and her interior curtains. After this he decided to just put his ear to the glass. He listened for several minutes and then was startled by the sound of the back sliding door as it opened. In panic he tried to turn and run, but he didn't make it to the corner before he was stopped by a voice.
"Tom?"
He froze in his tracks realizing he was caught and recognized. But then a feeling of relief came over him. It was Patty and she was calling his name! And he swore he heard longing in her voice! He turned back to her slowly and there she stood in only her underwear and a high cut T-shirt, her face a vision of cuteness.
"Heeey Patty!" he answered with a bogus intonation of surprise.
"What are you doing here?" she asked as she brushed back her "just out of bed" hair.
"Well... I knocked on the door and... no answer so I... got worried... you know."
"Were you peeking in my window?"
"Me? No! I ah, just wanted to check and make sure no one had broken in..."
"Get over here!" Patty suddenly demanded, pointing to the ground in front of her bare feet.
Patty's voice was still sweetly feminine, but there was a new authority to her tone that made him instantly comply. He walked over to her with the meekness of a school boy.
"So you think you can play games with me?!" she charged.
He couldn't think of any good comebacks at this point as she stood before him with her chest thrust out and her hands on her hips.
"Get in this house!" she ordered, pointing into the living room.
Tom proceeded in with a true sense of uncertainty. The room was darkly lit. There was a flat screen TV against the wall on his left and a couch just in front of him. Patty slid the door closed behind them.
"Stop right there!" she commanded.
Tom stopped in front of the couch and turned back to her. He had never been sexually intimidated before, but watching Patty walk towards him now with her strong shifting quad muscles made his back shiver and his stomach tickle. She was in her natural state in those nighttime panties of hers and he wondered if they were receiving a load of her pheromones from her own excitement. She got right up in his face next, her bangs almost covering her mascara-smudged eyes.
"Get your pants down!" she told him, "I want those pants and underwear on the floor!"
He did as he was told, and to his surprise, his cock fell out partially erect.
Patty sat down on the couch and ignored his prick. She put her sturdy knees together like the steady saw horses they were and then placed her hand on them.
"Get down here!" she directed.
Tom trembled with fear and excitement. Even his mouth became dry as he started to descend to her lap. And as his abdomen landed on her full, rounded thighs a feeling of exhilarated helplessness overcame him. His knees were off the floor now, and his cock, as it turned out, was pushing up against the side of her leg bicep, the same muscle he had lustfully slobbered over that first day at Dave's house. The sensation of his gland against her leg muscle sent new tremors through him as blood started to rush to his face. She set her palm down flat atop his naked ass then as if to claim it.
"This is what happens to sneaky liars!" she pronounced, speaking as a mother does to a child.
Then he felt her hand lift off of his rear and come down with surprising force. The stinging pain surprised him.
"Ow!" he bellowed with an annoyed tone.
"Did I hear a complaint?!"
"No! I'm sorry. No."
"Good."
Patty, it was clear now, was not going to "play spank" him. She liked the role of the dominant apparently. The second slap rang out even louder and another short vocalization shot out of him.
"What was that?!" she challenged.
"Nothing! Nothing."
Her slaps were coming in wide and finishing with a deflected up stroke as they impacted his ass. The sting of them made it hard for him to appreciate his naked contact against her since each time his mind got back to the sensation of his prick pushed up against her leg another swat came in. The only mental solace he got was the thought that this might be the lead in for another great bondage session.
After several more roundhouse ass wallops Patty's hand came to rest on his lower back.
"Well? Are you sorry for your misdeeds?" she asked.
"Yes I am!!" he stated with real contrition.
"Good."
Patty stood up and he slid off her knees to the floor. Then she reached down and took him by the collar.
"Come with me, my little peeper!"
She led him across the living room on his hands and knees and then instructed him to crawl to her room. As he did she walked behind him planting her foot in his ass occasionally to help him along.
"That's it! You know the way!" she goaded.
Tom's face was flushed with heat as he tried his best to crawl faster. Patty was obviously into a level of sex that he had not been exposed to before. She had a remarkable dichotomy to her personality he thought, that no one would ever suspect upon meeting her.
With the next prod of her foot her heel impacted his testicles.
