A bit of light bossing

Jake looks her in the eye and gives her ass a grope. "Alright, sugarplum. You've been hot and cold on me tonight. I'll boss you around. Prove that you can stay hot and take it."

Lisa kisses him. She needs him to boss her younger self around too. "Give it to me. I need it."

"We're at your place. I'm inviting myself inside," Jake says. Lisa looks up at him with deep desire and nodes. He grabs her and throws her over his wide shoulder. She squeals and giggles in joy. It's like her lost decade is melting away. He carries her into Younger Lisa's apartment, which dampens her mood. It's a bit of a mess.

"Tsk tsk tsk. How can you live like this?"

Lisa's lost for words. Jake clears space on the couch. She squeals again as he sits down and drops her into his lap, pencil skirted ass up. He brings his hand down and spanks her. "Bad girl. Bad girl. Bad girl. Bad girl." He keeps spanking her. The skirt softens the impact, but Lisa finds the hand on her ass grounding. She's missed his touch the last ten years. She needs him to spank her, and she needs him to spank her younger self too. At last he stops. "Bad girl. Go do your dishes."

She stands up and looks at Jake. He nods in the direction of the sink. She gets the message and walks over. Younger Lisa has let the dishes pile up over days. The stack rises out of the sink and looms over the counter. She takes each dish one by one and starts washing them. It takes time, but she sticks with it. She finds a flow state in washing the dishes. Soon there is a stack of clean dishes too. The water splashes on her white blouse, making it more sheer. Once the dishes is washed, she finds a towel and dries them, putting her whole body into it.

At last she is done. She stands in front of Jake. Her blouse is wet and her skirt is splattered. Her black lacy bra shines through. "I'm sorry I've been a bad girl, sir. I've done the dishes."

Jake lets her stand for a minute. She stares are his bulge. At last he speaks. "Your clothes are wet, sugarplum. Takes them off. Neatly."

Lisa takes off her blouse and hangs it on the back of a chair. She then slides off her pencil skirt and folds it neatly, leaving her in just the black thong and lacy bra. She unclasps the bra and folds it. She then slides off the thong and makes a show of folding that slowly, putting as a crown on top of the stack.

She then stands nude, naked, vulnerable before fully clothed Jake. She's as nude as the moment she travelled back in time. Her body is not all that different from Younger Lisa's. Jake appreciates her nude form, but he makes her wait. She needs his touch. She sees his bulge. It's been ten years. "Please," she begs. "I miss this. I need it."