A Misunderstanding

Angrily, Joan pulled the green vegetable out of her mouth.

“Is this what want me to do?” she snapped disgustedly, waving the cucumber in front of your face. “You want me to eat this? Even my own mother knows I can’t stand cucumber! What is wrong with you?”

Good lord, she’s thick, you think, smirking at your contradictory thought.

“Are you sick or something?” she said, her eyes narrowed.

You have no idea, Joan, you muse.

“Talk to me, dammit!” she yelled. “Say something!”

With a frown, you reach out for the brunette, pulling her quickly off the counter. Dragging her behind you, you sit down on one of the kitchen chairs, bending Joan over your knees.

“What in the,” she began, before you shoved the cucumber back in her mouth. Flipping her dark green skirt up, you slam the palm of your hand into her panty-covered ass.

“Don’t… Ever… Yell… At… Me!” you hiss through clenched teeth as you smack her buttocks. For several minutes, you continue to spank the young woman until you tire of the activity. Hoping that she will be less recalcitrant, you sit Joan up in your lap and look into her face, watching as tears run down from her brown eyes, flowing down her cheeks. Gently, you remove the cucumber from her mouth.

“Why did you do that?” she sniffled softly.

“You angered me,” you say sharply. “With divine anger comes divine retribution.”

“At least you remember why I don’t like cucumbers,” she said hoarsely.

“Perhaps I can change your opinion of them,” you offer, a small smile on your lips.

“How?” she asked, her eyes wide with doubt. Silently, you lift the brunette off your lap and set her on the table before you, spreading her legs to allow access to her hot little box. Pushing her turquoise panties aside, you gently push the thick green vegetable into her young pussy. Joan’s eyes grew wide as she watched you fill her with the long cucumber.