And then the light suddenly snapped on.
"What the hell do you think you're doing? Jerking off on my sofa?! On my nice clean duvet!" Stephanie stood in the doorway, and she didn't look pleased.
Joe's face crumpled like a discarded paper bag. His high slumped immediately, and his dick shrank in his hand. He opened his mouth to say something, but no sound emerged. He felt his cheeks flame with colour and felt hugely embarrassed. To make matters worse, she didn't make a quick exit, she stood there, assessing the situation, making him wilt even more under her fearsome gaze.
"You're a bad boy. A wicked boy. A dirty, wicked, bad boy."
"Um, sorry," he began, inwardly cringing. Releasing his hold of his wilted dick, he quickly covered himself with the duvet.
"I should take my hairbrush to you for that," said Stephanie.
Instinctively, Joe sat up and put a hand to his head. He hadn't brought a comb or a brush. Was she complaining he hadn't brushed his hair?
"No matter. I have my slipper," she said, stooping to pull the slipper off her right foot. She wasn't especially tall for a woman, five foot six maybe at the most ... but that slipper sure looked big.
"Slipper," he repeated stupidly, staring at it and wondering why she'd taken it off. He was about to find out!
With determined strides, Stephanie approached the sofa, positioning herself next to him on his left. "Shall I tell you what happens to naughty boys who wank off on my sofa without permission?"
"Um ... go on then," he said, not sure whether he really wanted to know.
"They go over my lap and they get their bare bottom spanked."
"What?" Did she just say that? Spank my bare arse? No, surely not. I must have misheard. He stared at her in disbelief, his mouth open like a hungry gold fish.
"You heard me, Joe Carter. Now get yourself over my lap and look sharp about it."
For a moment, Joe was stupefied with shock. And then he felt the old familiar twinge as his dick sprang into life, and with it came the realization that this was decidedly kinky. He liked kinky. He'd once tied up a girlfriend and spanked her bottom, then fucked the living daylights out of her, to their mutual satisfaction. On another occasion he'd applied a few playful swats with a spatula. But he'd never been on the receiving end. He had a choice right now of course; he could decline ... or he could just go with it and see what happened. He opted for the later.
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