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I dodged his grasp.
He kept playing Blind Man’s Bluff, reaching out for me, and missing, even in that small space. “What could we possibly have to talk about at a moment like this?”
“I don’t want to go to Montreal with any unfinished business between us.” I said, stepping out of his reach one more time.
“I, however, have decided I’m not going to spank you tonight.” He opened his eyes and dropped his arms.
“I know.” I grinned. “But I want you to.”
His eyes widened. “Tell me more.”
“You know it makes me hot when you spank me, and I don’t just mean the skin temperature of my butt. I like your foreplay spankings. I’d like one right now. So, I’m asking you—will you please spank me?”
He folded his arms over his chest and sighed, face impassive. I pulled out the chair from the tiny desk and perched on it primly, waiting for his decision.
“I suppose I could accommodate you,” he said.
“Right now?” I sidled up to where he sat and planted a breathy kiss on his ear. I wanted to make love one more time before facing nights alone, aggravated by poor sleep, on the cheap fold out sofa Mom had installed in my old bedroom. I also didn’t want the rule that I had to ask for a spanking hanging over me for the next few days.
“I’m ready if you are. Lose the panties.” Simon turned on the TV and raised the volume to just short of wake-the-dead.
I crawled across his lap, anticipating a playful romp followed by an earth-shattering orgasm. I stretched my arms out in front of me, glad to be running the play for a change.
“Hands,” Simon said, his voice flinty.
Didn’t he get the message that I wanted foreplay, not punishment today? Reluctantly I bent my hands to the middle of my back. He encircled my wrists with his left, his grip as tight as steel.
“So you’ve decided you’re going to call the shots now? Like when and how I should spank you?”
“No!” I gasped. He was at it again, twisting my stated intentions and zeroing in on my unspoken challenge. “I just thought we might try something different.”
“What about this? Is this different?” He rubbed one buttock cheek, then the other.
“A bit. Not entirely.”
“This?” He pushed my thighs open and circled my clit.
“That’s always wonderful and different from the time before, thank you.” My eyes half closed at the sensation. Saliva filled my mouth.
He stopped circling my pearl and slid two fingers in my vagina. I moaned.
“So that’s different too, is it?”
“It is. It’s not part of a punishment spanking.” My voice was thick with desire and a lot of gratitude.
“There is one thing you need to know. One thing you must remember.”
“Yes?”
“This will partly wipe the slate clean for your misbehavior today. But not entirely. Not even close to entirely.”
“What do you mean?” I wanted to focus on what he was saying but his magic hands were fogging my ability to form a sensible thought.
“I mean I am still coming to Montreal on Wednesday, and you will have either lunch or dinner with me at my hotel. And you will arrive wearing a dress with no panties. And you will ask me to spank you. None of that has changed.”
“I just asked you to spank me now. That should count.”
“What you did just now is tease me, which is why I’m showing you teasing can work both ways.” He removed his hand. “Look at this, my fingers seem to have gotten all wet.”
