"Hey there, Brian," Kat grinned, standing in her open door wearing nothing but a shining smile.
"Someone's going to see you when you do that," I said, hurrying inside and shutting the door behind me. Every time I had been over to kat's house after my initial illicit visit, she had answered the door naked. It had been exhilarating the first time she had done so. Now it just made me nervous.
"Yeah, and someone's going to notice you coming over here all the time too," she replied, shrugging and causing her slightly torpedo shaped boobs to bounce in a quite distracting manner. "So far, that hasn't stopped either of us."
"I guess not," I said, but I did not feel as nonchalant about it as Kat's tone indicated she did. Of course, I had not told her that Carlos, the shop manager at the repair shop I managed, had seen the used condom on the floor of my office and joked about it incessantly for several days. And I might have been imagining it, but I thought Cami seemed more inquisitive about my comings and goings than she had been before. All of that together had me a little on edge, and yet I found myself at Kat's house with a whip and light bondage gear.
"I've been wanting you so fucking bad," my eighteen-year-old neighbor said before kissing me and guiding my free hand to her chest, where my fingers, almost with a mind of their own, found her protruding pink nipples.
"Yeah, me too," I sighed when the kiss broke, telling the truth and hating myself a little for it.
"It's been too fucking long," she said, her fingers tracing the outline of my erection through my jeans. "I'm so happy my brother had a meet this weekend."
Kat's younger brother participated in a variety of academic competitions around the state, to which their parents, both of whom were professors at Cal Northridge, always took him. That gave us time alone at her house some weekends, since I had talked my way out of going to a kid's birthday party to which my children had been invited and thus had the whole afternoon free. With our time together, Kat and I had decided to try something we had talked about the last time I had been at her house -- me strapping her to her parent's big, four-poster bed and fucking her brains out.
"I brought some straps, a whip, and a collar," I told her as she led me to the stairway.
"Oh, I got a collar at the lingerie store in the mall," she told me, looking back over her shoulder and winking. "I think you'll like it."
"Okay," I said, but she had already turned her head. So, I glanced down at her firm, rounded ass as we ascended to the second floor.
"We're not going to your parents' room?" I asked as she pulled me away from the double doors at the top of the steps and led me down the hall.
"No... I think my room is better."
"But I need those posts for the straps," I said, picturing her parents' large four-poster bed, on which we had once fucked.
"Oh, I think you'll like what you find in my room. It's very cool."
And with that, Kat flung open her door. Her room was a sea of pink, from the walls to the furniture to her bedding. But the bed itself was different from the last time I had been there, just a few weeks earlier. It was still a full-sized bed, but before it had just been a mattress and box springs on a frame. Now, a slightly battered looking brass bed held her mattress and base.
"It's an antique," Kat said proudly, bouncing on the balls of her feet in excitement, which caused her tits to rebound in a way that increased my own excitement. "A friend of my mom's was getting rid of it. Not only is it cool, I thought it'd be easy to tie me to it."
"Yeah, I guess so." The bed was not my style, but she had a point about it providing a place to anchor the straps I had brought.
"And now, for the collar." Kat's normally husky voice squeaked, and I realized not all of her excitement stemmed from showing me her new bed. Her hand dropped to something I had not noticed on the bed, likely because it was as pink as the comforter.
"So, you like it?" she asked, holding the leather collar out to me. The word 'Kitty', spelled out in what looked to be rhinestones, glittered on surface she held out to me. And when she shook the collar, it rang. She turned it to show me the little silver bell that hung off the collar's single ring.
"It's very cute," I said, but I really found it a too cutesy -- and a bit juvenile.
"I thought about wearing it to meet you at the door, but I wanted to show you it and my bed together."
"That makes sense." I did my best to sound upbeat, but my words sounded flat even to my own ears. However, Kat did not seem to notice. She was amped up enough for the both of us.
"Do you want to put it on me?"
"Sure."
She handed me the collar and then dropped to her knees, those intense blue eyes of hers staring up at me. Anticipation shone in them. So, doing my best to ignore how uncomfortable my trapped erection had grown, I leaned forward and buckled the collar around her neck. I then turned it so the metal ring and the slivery bell were in the front.
Kat, her grin wider than ever, shimmied, causing her breasts to sway from side to side and the bell to ring. I stifled a groan, one born of a combination of lust and frustration.
"So... I think we had talked about starting with a spanking," she said when I failed to speak for several seconds.
"Yeah, we did."
"I guess I should do something bratty then." And with those words, Kat unbuttoned my jeans, yanked the zipper down, and pulled both my pants and my briefs to my knees. I did not bother to even try to quiet the groan that came from my lips when she slurped my freed dick into her warm, wet, sucking mouth.
"I don't think this is very bratty," I said after maybe thirty seconds of knee weakening pleasure.
My young lover winked before pulling her lips from my shaft. With her mouth firmly clamped shut, she sat back on her heels.
"Hmm... I didn't tell you that you could stop sucking my dick," I told the blonde, figuring that must be her way of earning a spanking. Kat shrugged and batted her eyes at me.
"You'd better open that mouth, brat," I growled. The girl shivered but kept her lips as tightly closed as ever.
"I said, open your mouth, brat!" She shook her head.
Uncertain what to do next -- or rather, how far I should take things -- I stepped back and thought. With my wife, I would have escalated to some harsher names or pulled her hair. When we were younger, I would have slapped her face lightly as well. I didn't know if I should do any of that with Kat. It might be too much. But going straight to a spanking seemed like too much as well.
