Page 55 of The Pleasure of Panic

“Count,” he says, as he holds me there with a hand planted firmly in the center of my back. “And don’t fuck it up or you’ll get extra.”

He whacks me hard, but not too hard. And I count each one, but I do mess it up.

Because this… this is what I signed up for.

This is the game I wanted to play.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN - FINN

“You’re very, very bad,” I say, swatting her ass.

“Nine,” she cries out.

But I roll my eyes because that’s the third time she got the count wrong and I had to start over. So I stop. I wait.

She lifts her head, looks over her shoulder at me, and says, “What?”

“You’re faking it.”

“What?”

“You heard me. You’re faking it!”

“I didn’t even come yet, how do you—”

“I mean the spankings, Issy. You lured me into this and now you’re—”

She gets up off my knee. “Lured you? Ha! You were the one who was all excited about dressing me!”

“You pretended that you’ve never had butt sex!”

“I haven’t!” she says, putting her hands on her hips and tapping the toe of her boot on the floor.

Which I admit makes her tits bounce a little and distracts me for a moment. But I rally. “And then you’re all, Daddy-talk isn’t a thing, is it?” I use a fake girl voice for that part.

She shrugs, smiles, then shrugs again. “It’s still gross.”

Which I agree with so I got nothing for that. But I’m definitely not done. “What the fuck are you doing tonight?”

“I’m trying to have my sex fantasy, which, by the way, isn’t going very well.”

“I’m not in the game!”

“Well, you were playing along.”

“Because you were practically throwing yourself at me.”

“Oh!” she exclaims.

“And I’m a fucking guy!”

“No,” she says, crossing her arms over her breasts. “Nope. You’re not getting out of this that easy. I mean, it’s like you’re not even trying.”

“Trying what? I just wanted to fuck you!”

“And yet here we are, arguing!”

“Yeah, because you’re faking it.”