She could barely move and as soon as Alejandro saw her, he gave her a look of admiration and delight.
Hmm. Correction. That look was more of quickly unraveling patience.
But you could see where she’d gotten confused.
“What happened to the padded pants?” he asked.
“You took them away. Besides, they don’t work when you spank me on the bare bottom.”
He gave her a pointed look.
She stared back at him. Was he all right? He wasn’t having a medical event, was he? He’d gone very quiet.
“Pequeña?”he said.
“Yes, Papi?” she replied, pleased with herself.
Hmm, she would need to exact some revenge on Doomy Gloomy, McGrumpface, and Evil Elfie, though.
Yep, that’s what she was calling him now.
Evil Elfie.
The question was, what was she going to do? And what could she get away with? Because she really didn’t need any more naughty girl points.
She had enough of those.
“How do you think I’m going to spank you now?” Alejandro asked as he leaned back. He was seated on a long couch by the fireplace. This was the only room in the house that hadn’t been Christmasfied. Or should that be Catified?
She giggled to herself.
“Cat, focus.” He leaned forward. “How do you think I’m going to spank you?”
“Well, I’m guessing in the normal way.” She didn’t understand why he was asking her this.
Unless . . .
“Have you got a different way you’re going to spank me? Or wait, I know! You’re not going to spank me at all. What a relief, I can take off all these clothes.”
She’d managed to put on about five pairs of pants. The top couple of layers weren’t actually done up. She’d added a few tops for good measure and tucked them down into her panties.
Of which she had eight pairs on.
She’d like to see him spank her through these layers.
Oh wait . . .
“Mierda!” she cried. “You spank on the bare.” Shuffling forward, she sat on the armchair opposite him. Her legs went straight out in front of her because she couldn’t actually bend them.
The heat of the fire hit her and she immediately grew flushed. Wearing this many layers just wasn’t that practical.
“Why didn’t you say something? And why is this fireplace so hot?” She attempted to wave her hand in front of her face.
“Cat, you’re going to overheat,” he scolded as he moved to crouch in front of her and tried tugging down her pants.
But he couldn’t get them to budge.
“Oh no!” she cried. “I’m stuck in them! I’m starting to feel claustrophobic and way too hot.”
