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“Yes, Sir.”

“We’ll deal with your lack of panties later.For now, you need a good spanking as punishment for calling me stupid.”

“Sir, I didn’t call you stupid.”Quiet alarm filled her voice.

He stroked her ass.“Try again.I’ve accused you unjustly.Where’s the outrage?”

Joni huffed and twisted to look back at him, her head on the cushion.Hair fell across her face and he released her wrists to tuck it behind her ear.

“You know I wasn’t calling you stupid.”

He shrugged one shoulder.“Do I?”

“Argh.This is—” Laney moved her arms, pulling them under her so she could brace her elbows and raise her upper body.

“Nope,” he said cheerfully, grabbing both elbows and yanking her arms back.

Her head and shoulders bounced against the cushion.He didn’t have cuffs in his pocket, nor was there any rope nearby, and getting up would irrevocably damage this moment, so Peter improvised.

He grabbed the back of his shirt and pulled it up and off.The long-sleeved tee was stretchy, so not the best material for restraints, but he rolled it into a rope then wound it around and between her wrists before tying it in a double knot.Her wrists, caught in the bulky binding, rested against her lower back.

“That’s better.”He stroked her bottom, then casually pinched her.“Now then, you need a good spanking for calling me, or at least my idea, stupid.”

She was quiet for a moment, and Peter knew there was a risk that having her wrists bound had pushed her deep into her submission.To a place where banter and sass were out of the question.

He smacked her bottom, a hard swat with a little lift to it that made her ass jiggle.She yelped, then sighed.

“I wasn’t calling you or your idea stupid, Sir.”

He spanked her again, his hand making a circle in the air.She moaned and spread her thighs.The sweet sign of submission and need had Peter’s cock straining against his pants.She could probably feel it against her waist.

“Well, since you weren’t calling me stupid, I guess you didn’t earn a spanking.”He traced patterns over her ass.

The pause that followed his words was long and fraught.He could feel the tension rolling off her as she struggled with how to respond.She wanted him to know that she hadn’t insulted him, but also wanted the spanking.He let her struggle, but not for long, taking pity on her.

“But if not that, then you earned a spanking for forgetting your panties.”He squeezed her cheek.

The muscles in her back that had gone tight relaxed.“I didn’t forget them,” she bratted.“I chose not to wear them.”

“You’re being bad on purpose?”

“Am I bad?”

“Let’s check.”Peter curled his hand over the inside of one thigh.

Laney yelped and clamped her knees together.Peter jerked his hand out of the vise of her thighs and spanked her.He spanked her hard, sharp blows that covered her ass from top all the way down to upper thigh.

At first Laney held perfectly still, but after a minute she started to shift and yelp.He paused the first time she did it, not wanting to miss it if she whispered her safe word.

Laney cleared her throat.“That’s a spanking?”

Peter grinned and went back to turning her ass a nice deep pink.He concentrated on her sit spots for a while, making them extra red.When he landed five spanks in the same spot, Laney started yelping and twitching.He gave her a brief reprieve, the next few landing higher on her bottom, but then went back to the tender flesh.She tried to slide off his lap and the couch, legs first.He grabbed her knee and yanked her leg back onto the couch.

Then he spanked her some more.

“Ow, ow, ow!”Laney yelped.She’d been getting progressively louder, and Peter was loving it.

He softened the next few to gentle little taps.She must have initially thought it was only a lull because she took a while to relax, going nearly boneless over his lap.He started rubbing her very-warm ass.

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