‘And you’ve been thinking about it. Being fucked from behind.’ As best she can, given her position, she nods. ‘Or were you spread-eagle on the countertop?’
‘Yes, all of it. I can’t help it,’ she whispers. ‘I’m afraid I’ve become a little obsessed.’
‘Such sweet words from such a bad girl. And bad girls get spanked.’
‘What?’ Loosening my grip on her hair, I slip my hand under her arm and lead her over to the sofa. ‘What do you mean,bad girls get spanked?I thought bad girls get fucked?’
‘Do you kiss your daddy with that mouth?’
‘What?’ She looks stunned and sounds incredulous.
‘It’s no wonder I want to fuck your mouth when it says such dangerous things.’
As we reach the sofa, Ella is flushed pink from chest to cheek. ‘What are you going to do with me?’ I’d bet her voice is a full octave lower right now.
‘I’m open to suggestions, but I was thinking of spanking you, hen.’
‘Y-you can’t be serious,’ she says, her eyes darting around the room.
‘Do I not look serious to you?’ I respond, beginning to unbutton my cuffs.
‘What are you doing now?’
‘I didn’t say I was’nae planning on enjoying it,’ I answer prosaically, loosening the buttons on my shirt. I slip it off my shoulders, loosening my jeans a touch. ‘A little skin on skin while we do this might be nice, don’t you think?’
‘While we do what?’ My only response is to smile.All teeth and devilment.‘You can’t really expect me to go along with this? Not reasonably.’
‘Come on, darlin’,’ I say, taking her hand. Without giving her a chance to protest, I pull her over my knee.
