‘You couldn’t be bothered.’
‘No.’
‘You’re going to be bothered now. Very bothered. Hot and bothered. You understand what’s going to happen to you now?’
She looked up, her mouth in a twist.
‘Sort of,’ she offered.
‘Sort of? What does that mean? What do you think I’m going to do to you?’
‘You said you’d—’
‘I didn’t say I’d do anything. You asked me to do something to you, and I’m going to do it. Don’t you remember?’
This was too good to be true, a script from a masturbation fantasy. He’d never thought he’d find himself here like this, saying these words, to a willing girl with the decency to play reluctant.
‘I do,’ she admitted. ‘Are you going to?’
‘When you’ve asked me nicely.’
‘Oh God, Rob,’ she wailed. ‘You’re horrible.’
He took her chin in his hand and made her look at him again while he said the magic words. ‘It’s for your own good. Isn’t it?’
‘Yeah,’ she said sulkily. ‘I suppose.’
‘I’m waiting. What do you deserve?’
She stamped her slippered feet and tried to yank her head away from his grip, but in the end she had to say it.
‘A spanking.’
‘That’s right. So ask me for it, nicely.’
‘You aren’t going to give up on this, are you?’
‘No.’
She sighed.
‘Oh, for God’s sake. Go on then. Spank me. Do your worst. I’m ready for it.’
‘You call that asking nicely?’
‘Yes, as a matter of fact, I do.’
‘Ooh, you’re brave, madam. Very brave. Very reckless. You seem to have challenged me. Well, I was going to go easy on you this first time, but I think I might just have changed my mind.’
He sat down on the sofa and patted his thighs.
‘Come on then. Let’s be having you.’
She hesitated and he put out a hand.
‘Don’t make me have to put you here myself.’
That seemed to do the trick and she folded herself gingerly and with a hint of a giggle over his jean-clad lap.