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Chapter 36 by Manbear Manbear

Do you finally relent, or are you still determined to hold out 'til the weekend?

Ground her!

“You, Miss Miller, are grounded.” I push her hands away before she literally has me by the balls. “Go to you room and stay there. And for Heaven's sake, get some damn clothes on.”

The house became blissfully quiet for the next hour, and I thanked whatever powers there might be that gave me boys instead of daughters to raise. Teenaged girls nowadays are impossible to understand, always on their fucking pho- Fuck! grounding Miss Miller without taking her phone was hardly a punishment at all. She was probably texting all her stupid friends about what a bastard I was. Without a second thought, I marched up the steps and pushed open her door expecting to catch her with her phone in hand. I realize almost immediately that I should have knocked.

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Alison big eyes pop open in surprise and alarm, but even before I could apologize, she resumed her relentless teasing.

“Did you change your mind, Mr. Patterson?” Her hands pull away from her sex and I can see clearly the gleam of juices on her pink petals and the fingers that had been stroking them. “I knew a pervert like you couldn't resist a hottie like me.”

I was on her with three big steps and had my hand around her throat holding her to the bed beneath me.

“Masturbating, Miss Miller?” I demand “While you are under my care?” I notice for the first time what could only be a Victoria Secret lacy bra that barely covered her tits. “And look at this fucking bra, I'll bet your dad didn't buy something like that for you.”

“What are you going to do about it, Mr. Patterson?” Alison gasps softly when I release my grip enough for her to speak. “Spank me?” As then as I watch in stunned surprise, Alison pulls her legs up under my arm and then even further back until they were tucked, first one and then the other behind her head. She was folded up like a Swiss army knife with her perfect ass lifted up into the air. I knew my tenant had been a dancer when she was younger, but I had no idea she was this flexible.

“Go ahead, Mr. Patterson,” Alison's doe-eyes meet my gaze blinking coyly as she holds this position. “Unless you can think of something else a pervy old man might do with a little girl like me?”

Do you spank that ass or does something come to mind?

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