“So what if I’m being bratty? What are you gonna do? Spank me?”
She was squirmy, wiggly, and difficult to say the least. I had her on her stomach on the bed, and I was holding her hands firmly behind her, but she was not being helpful. In fact, it was clear that she wanted to be punished, and she wanted it to happen her way.
She wanted my hand on her ass, bringing out her favorite color, and she wanted to feel the sting on her cheek. She wanted me to hold her down, take her over my knee, and make her beg me to stop until I couldn’t help myself and I had to fuck her.
“I don’t think so,” I whispered as I loosened my grip. “You don’t get to choose how I punish you.”
“What are you going to do?” There was still defiance in her voice, but it was wavering. A sliver of uncertainty slipped in between her words as if she suddenly remembered my options.
“Well, if you don’t want to be a good girl, I’ll simply have to make a phone call.”
“Are you going to make your friend spank me again?” There was hope mixed in with a hint of snark.
“No Babygirl. I’m going to call your little friend instead. What’s her name again? The cute one with the blonde hair and the big eyes? The one who always sits on my lap when you’re not looking and whispers in my ear?”
“Lilly,” she whispered with horror in her voice.
“That’s the one. If you can’t be a good girl, then maybe she’ll have to do.” I was leaning over her, but no longer touching her body. My lips were inches from her ear and her whole body quivered as I spoke. “Maybe she’ll take off her pretty dress for me and kneel on your pillow. Maybe she’ll make me hard in her mouth without needing a slap to remind her to focus. And maybe, as you lie here watching, she’ll open her pale thighs, and I’ll fuck her perfect cunt as I tell her how much better she is.”
She was crying as the words came out, and finally, I caressed her hair once more. She sat up and threw herself into my arms, burying her face into the crook of my neck.
“I promise,” she moaned. “I promise I’ll be good. Please don’t call her. Please.”
I held her tightly, kissing the top of her head as she sobbed loudly.
“You’ll try, Babygirl. I know you’ll try.”