“What?” Now I was laughing. “Why?”
“Because we need something that can’t be confused or misinterpreted. Plus, your ass cheeks will look like two big rutabagas by the time I’m done spanking you.”
How did Rafael make the word rutabaga sound sexy? “Rutabaga it is.”
“Good. Look forward.”
I followed his order, and Rafael’s hand came down with force.
The sting sent ripples of pain and pleasure through my body. Another swat connected, and my cock grew hard again. Rafael was merciless, spanking my ass hard and fast.
“This is what happens to brats,” he said through clenched teeth. “They get punished. If you ever fuck up a game like that again, I will spank this ass until you can’t sit for a week.”
“Fuck you,” I hollered back. I knew that would rile him up. I liked playing the role of mouthy brat over his knee.
“Language!” He released an all-out assault on my ass.
That’s more like it.
“Will you ever do something like that again?” He asked.
Smack. Smack. Smack.
I couldn’t answer. The intensity of the pain and pleasure was overwhelming. It felt amazing.
Smack.
“Answer my question.”
Smack.
My hiss of pain was soon followed by a low moan. “No…”
“If you have beef with me, does it ever make its way onto the ice?”
Smack.
“No!”
Smack.
“No, what?” He asked.
Smack.
“Ow. Fuck you!” Jesus, I was asking for it, but Ifucking loved it.
Smack.
“No—”
Smack.
“—What?”
Smack.
Smack.
