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One, Five, Fifteen

Date: 3/28/2017, Categories: Taboo, Author: Metilda, Rating: 16, Source: LushStories

dress-shirt unbuttoned, tie undone, striking at my backside with desperate determination. "Okay." I hopped up from the barstool and scooted it aside. "Here?" I couldn't help but laugh over this silly idea. He hadn't spanked me even when I was little. He somehow managed to keep a straight face as he nodded. "All right." I made a dramatic show of undoing the fly of my jeans and then pulling my pants down slowly, taking my panties with it. Just a tease. Not like he hadn't seen me before like this. And I bent low like some sort of a stripper as I shoved everything to my ankles. A bit further down than what the future showed so at least I was in control this time. Leaning forward, eyes on him, a smile dancing on my lips, I reached out and gripped the edge of the counter. In the vision that came from this show of ass I looked pretty damned cute, to be honest. Sassy and sexy. Too bad I didn't have a camera. He sipped the last of his wine and set the empty glass on the counter. He took his time with the spoons and spatulas in the utensil jar, trying to make me nervous, I imagine. "The big red one, how's that?" I joked. He pulled it free and swatted it in his palm before turning toward me. I couldn't stop the giggle. He looked so silly, trying to threaten me with a spoon as if I had never been spanked before. "Come on big boy," I said, channeling my inner Marilyn Monroe. "Give me all you've got." "You sure?" I nodded, laughing so hard I snorted through my nose. He walked behind me, ... slowly, turning the spoon around in his hand. Standing behind me, he reached out to shove up the hem of my shirt. He skimmed his hand down my back, lightly touching my backside. I arched my back and stuck my ass out a little more. "There's your target Mr. Money. Strike swift! Nery a dry eye be had!" "Oh you won't be so sassy here in a moment." "I bet." The first strike was a bit of nothing. A playful sting that made me laugh a little. "Is that all you've got. Come on. Come on Daddy, you can do it, put a little umph into it." The second strike was a little more tangy but not too much. "George, George, he's our man. If he can't do it—" Another strike and this one stung quite a bit. "—no one can." "How many?" "What?" I pushed up from the counter a little. "How many?" "How many swats to that sexy ass of yours do you want me to give you?" I raised my eyebrows and twisted around to see him. "Twenty-three." He shook his head and rolled his eyes a bit before pressing a hand to my back in order to push me down again. And then, oddly, he kept that hand there. "No touching," I clarified. "Just spanking." "You sure?" I hissed at him like a feral animal. "Start counting then. One . . . " "No—" Christ! That one fucking stung. " —that was number three." "Two." Another whack. "Fuck. That was four. Can't you count?" "Three." I gripped the edge of the counter and gritted my teeth, pushing my Hawaii vacation to the forefront of my thoughts. "Four," he called out between gritted teeth as the spoon ...