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Life was good.
“Tony!”
Standing up and walking to the railing, a pretty face framed by blonde hair smiled up at him. Her name was Heather Ramsey and she lived next door. She was the nubile daughter of Kent Ramsey—an aging star and full time celebrity. Tony wasn’t sure if she was the offspring of Kent’s second or third wife.
“Heather, what are you doing up this early?”
“Dad’s filming a commercial at the house, and when the crew arrived it woke up everyone.”
“Do you want some juice?”
“Uh-huh,” she replied, bouncing up the patio steps.
*. * *
Heather had been watching Tony from her bedroom window every summer over the last four years, then every day since she’d returned after her college graduation. A few weeks before, she’d managed to strike up a conversation and they’d become friends.
But this was the first time he’d invited her into his home. Her pulse racing, she followed him inside and studied the decor. A gray leather sofa and matching chairs with large burgundy cushions sat around a glass top table held up by three bronze elephants. Then she noticed the blue abstract painting hanging above the fireplace. The picture, along with the sandy colored hardwood floors, reflected the beach outside.
“Tennis must be good to you,” she remarked as she walked into the open kitchen.
“It always has been,” he replied, pouring her juice into a glass and handing it to her.
Glancing down at his shorts, she spied a bulge. When she’d left her house she’d had several ideas in mind, but a new one flashed through her head. Abruptly grabbing the elastic waistband and pulling it away from his stomach, she spilled the juice down the front.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he shouted, jumping back.
Hastily placing the glass on the counter, she dropped to her knees, yanked down the shorts, and llicked the juice dribbling from his stiffening shaft.
“I like my juice on the cocks,” she said with a giggle, pausing to gaze up at his astonished face.
“Heather you are—“
But he stopped speaking as she began sucking him with gusto. She thought she had him under control, but he suddenly fisted her hair and pulled her to her feet.
“You want to play, little girl?” he growled, fixing her with an unfathomable gaze. “I’ll show you how to play.”
Sweeping her up, he carried her into a nearby bedroom, tossed her on the bed and sat down. Every nerve in her body sparked.
“No talking,” he warned gruffly, placing a finger against her lips.
Roughly ripping open her cotton shirt and exposing her naked breasts, he sharply tweaked her nipples, making her squeal.
“No panties?” he exclaimed, pushing his hand inside her shorts.”You really are a naughty girl,” he scolded as he shimmied them down to her thighs. ”It’s time you were taught a lesson.”
“What do you—?“
But before she could finish he’d jerked her across his knee.
“Have you ever been spanked, or was daddy too busy with his stardom and wives to discipline you when you needed it?”
“Don’t you dare,” she yelled, wriggling furiously on his lap, and as he landed the first stinging slap, she bit his leg. To her chagrin, the smacks suddenly rained hard and fast, and her wails of protest were ignored.
“You silly girl,” he said calmly as he abruptly stopped. “You’d better apologize. I can always fetch my hairbrush, and trust me, you don’t want me to do that.”
“I’m sorry,” she muttered, then let out a breath. Though her butt burned and she was deeply embarrassed, she was also acutely aroused by the unexpected encounter.
“Good, though I should spank you again.”
