Bartlett sighed and looked away from her as she worked harder, cupping his balls, and rubbing her thumb over the tip of his cock. Still nothing.
Frantically she threw back the covers and noted his limp member with shock. Grasping it firmly she kind of flopped it back and forth, staring at it incredulously as he tried not to laugh.
Finally she threw herself back onto her side of the bed in defeat.
“I just don’t understand it,” she groaned out. “It was so heavenly hard earlier. It’s almost as though you don’t find me attractive now that we’ve done the deed,” she said accusingly.
Oh, now she was going to try and blame him! This was too perfect.
“Merry, sweetheart, you did tell me this could happen and no matter how you moaned and carried on, it’s clear that I’m not man enough to truly please you. I’m so sorry my little love. If it ever comes back,” he said indicating his still limp member, “I’ll just have to try harder.”
“No, that’s not it,” she snapped, chewing her nail thoughtfully.
“How can you be sure?” he asked, baiting the trap.
“All that stuff I told you before about not being able to get it up if you didn’t please an elfin woman was just a crock of reindeer turds,” she snapped waving her hand as though it were inconsequential instead of the huge can of worms it truly was. “I only said that to get a reaction out of you,” she continued.
“What sort of reaction were you looking for?” he asked with deceptive calmness.
“I’m not sure,” she admitted, still apparently fixated on his soft member as she stared at it in misery. “You’d threatened to spank me a number of times, so it might have been my curiosity about that, or it could have been that I’d been feeling neglected and wanted to give you something to worry about. At this point I can’t remember exactly why I did it, but what does it matter? This is what matters,” she said gently touching his cock sadly. “Have I cursed us by spouting off such ridiculous lies?” she asked worriedly, her violet eyes gazing up at him in panic.
“No,” he drawled softly. “I’m pretty sure you’ve accomplished something else entirely.”
“What?” she asked allowing her head to rest on his chest. “What else could possibly go wrong?” she sniffed.
“I wouldn’t exactly say it was wrong,” he replied, “Just long overdue.”
Merry gaspedwhen he suddenly pushed her lower and pulled her over his knees.
“That spanking you’re so damn curious about, the one that made you lie to me so easily has arrived,” he informed her as he wrapped one strong arm around her tiny waist holding her firmly in place. “Let’s see if the reality measures up to your fantasies,” he suggested. “In all honesty, it only makes it better when it’s so well-deserved.”
“Bartlett, no,” she pleaded. “This isn’t how I planned it. Not when you’re angry with me,” she cried, looking up at him over her shoulder.
“Unfortunately, this is not something you can plan, sweetheart. It’s something you earn, and you definitely have,” he stated firmly. “Now be a good little elf and take your punishment. The more you struggle and protest, the longer it will be. Do you understand?”
Merry nodded.
“The proper response in such situations is, Yes, Sir,” he informed her.
“You’re kidding, right?”
Bartlett did not reply. Instead he shook his head and smacked her pretty ass, hard.
“Try again.”
“No! I will not call you sir,” she insisted defiantly.
“I expected nothing less,” he admitted with a chuckle as he began to swat her bottom crisply. “Any time you want to change your tune, naughty elf, just let me know.”
His hand fell a number of times making her cheeks sting wickedly. She twisted and turned, but she could not get away from him and he clearly was in no hurry. Finally, when her ass was on fire she called out.
“Yes, sir,” she cried.
“That’s better,” he said approvingly. “Now we can begin properly.”
“Huh?” she sniffed.
“A naughty girl or woman must be in the proper mindset to receive her punishment,” he explained kindly. “She should be ready to accept it and acknowledge why she is getting disciplined. I don’t believe you were there prior to this moment.”
