What happens to naughty girls?
We’re laying tangled on his bed, but he pulls his head back to look at me in that way that leaves me feeling like he can see straight through me.
I respond – half a statement, half question. 100% hopeful, but not yet decided what I’m hoping for – a laugh and a cuddle or to be proven wrong.
You can almost hear his eyebrow shoot up.
What just happened to you, little girl?
I’m laughing now as I answer, a huge smile on my lips. Maybe I can distract him… I snuggle closer to find out.
You weren’t just spanked?
I’m still flushed a warm pink under his hand, which is probing questioningly, but I’m pretty sure that if I shake my head emphatically enough it will be true.
I didn’t just turn you over…
He flips me onto my tummy to demonstrate as he speaks…
… and spank you?
His hand… the one that did just finish spanking me, is now resting none to gently on my bottom once again, his other arm pressing firmly on my back to keep me still as I start to squirm.
I’m still laughing. Still a little bit sure I’ll win this game tonight. The law of averages says I have to win sometime – right?
Oh. I must have forgotten then. Guess I’ll have to do that now.
I’m still surprised as his hand falls smartly across my skin, though you might think I shouldn’t be.
This seems familiar….
He shakes his head in a laughing sort of way. I shake mine as a rebuttal, not quite ready to concede yet. I will be soon, but by then it won’t matter. By then he’ll be engrossed in his task again. I’m a very lucky girl, who just got everything she hoped for.