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Bridget is quiet, and I regret my tone of voice, but I’m still upset that Joseph spoke with her. Grabbing the panties I took off her earlier, I flip her onto her stomach and tie her wrists behind her with the underwear.
“What else did he say to you?” I ask.
“That was pretty much it.”
I lie on top of her, tug at her earlobe with my teeth, and slip my had between her thighs. “I think there was more.”
“He said he knew you didn’t like him. Oh! That feels good…”
“What else?”
“Um, he asked if you were serious about me, and…said I was bitchy.”
I stop fondling her clit. “What?!”
“I didn’t like his questions and told him I wanted to get back to my work.”
I wish I could have been there to witness exactly how their exchange went. I don’t like that Mok called Bridget bitchy, but I’m glad she was antagonistic toward him.
“That it?” I press, caressing her clit again.
“Yes, I swear.”
Satisfied she’s telling the truth, I pull her down past the edge of the bed so that her feet touch the floor and her ass rounds the end of the bed nicely.
“Don’t move,” I tell her.
I didn’t bring any toys for impact play, so I look around to see what there is. I go into the bathroom and return with her hairbrush, which is made of bamboo and has a rectangular head, practically a paddle.
“How many?”
“How many what?” she asks.
“Spanks. For disobeying me when I told you to stay away from Joseph Mok.”
“You’re kidding, right?”
“You want me to pick the number?”
She eyes the brush I hold. “You spanking me with that?”
I slap the flat side of the brush into my other hand. “If you pick a number that’s too low, I’ll add twenty to it.”
Her eyes widen. “What’s considered too low?”
“Below what you can handle.”
“I’ve never been spanked by a hairbrush before!”
I sit down next to her and caress the curve of her ass. “Do your best guess.”
“Can I see what one feels like first?”
A fair enough request. I rub her ass cheeks, warming her up, then reach below for her clit and folds. I caress her till she’s good and wet.
“That feels reeeeally good,” she croons.
With my hand, I smack her lightly on the buttocks. Her ass is perfection. I don’t like them too hard or muscular, and I don’t like them flabby. Hers is incredibly smooth, too. Not a single pimple or blemish. I lean over and kiss the cheeks. I lick, mouth and grope the orbs. She should be warmed up now.
