THERE'S A CAT AND MOUSE ON THE CRAWL
This continues a scene we posted last week from our newest work possibly titled, “The Author’s Friends”. Carla was being a brat at Dana’s party the night before (she blamed it on a rough day at the office) and Michael (her boyfriend and Dana’s former therapist) dealt with her mood over his knee upon returning home.
“You know exactly what I mean, you little minx. I hear there’s a casting call for a sequel to, ‘The Brat Begged for a Bare Bottom Spanking’. Do you want to ring Mr. Spielberg’s secretary, or should I?” He waived his cell phone in the air smiling.
“You certainly didn’t need to say anything last night, it was written all over your face. Although, you did play a convincing brat, I must say,” he grinned.
She put her hands up to her cheeks. “Oh for God’s sake, was it that obvious?”
“I’m forty-two, Carla – way too old to be playing games.”
“Are you asking me to have a conversation with you about my fantasies?” A beautiful shade of red was rising from her neck.
“This is not one of Dana’s romance books we’re talking about. It’s real life … ours together. I would like to hear what your needs are.”
“Can I make an appointment and lie on your couch later?” She crossed her eyes and took a sip from the mug.
He got up from the table and walked to the back of her chair. “You want more rules, don’t you?” He gently kissed the crown of her head, inhaling a fresh botanical scent.
She didn’t move a muscle. A deer caught in headlights, looked more relaxed.
“I’m happy to oblige, my love. But you aren’t going to be the one in charge … that status you must leave at the office, downtown. My dominance will not be in your control, anymore.” He slowly moved her blonde hair to the side, and kissed the nape of her neck.
She savored the chill that ran down her back and then turned to face him.
“Well, is this what you want, Carla?” There was a dark edge to his voice that matched the color of his eyes.
“Yes, sir,” barely escaped her vocal cords.
He stooped to her eye level. “Come straight home after work today. I expect to see you sitting at this table no later than six o’clock.” Collecting his thoughts, a finger traced the line of her jaw. “Do I need to tell you what will happen if you’re late?”
Carla slowly shook her head.
“And just so there’s no confusion, the next time you act like a brat, you will yearn for the times when I bent you over this knee and spanked you with my hand.”
He needs to stop using that word, she mused as her pussy shivered.