I'd like to give that brat a good spanking on that ass!

She was a brat, no doubt. And, Hillman thought angrily, if she was really bothered about the way Brad acted she'd leave him. No, whatever she said, she clearly didn't mind her boyfriend throwing Hillman all over the place - she probably actually liked it! He fumed.

"What's that?" Becca asked. Hillman blinked. While he had been thinking about Becca's ass and what she deserved, the ball in his hand had turned from black to glowing red.

"I don't know," he replied, "it wasn't doing that before!" The ball sparkled prettily.

"Well, never mind that," said Becca. "I need you to do me a favour."

"Don't you think it's nice, though?" Hillman held the ball up for Becca to see better. She blinked.

"I feel really bad about what Brad did," she continued, in a strangely expressionless voice. "Really guilty. I'd feel a lot better if you'd do something for me."

Hillman was getting a bit concerned. Becca sounded unwell, and, despite his thoughts a moment ago, he did care for her and wanted to help. "What do you need, Becca?"

"I need you to spank me." Becca turned and began to walk away, slowly.

Hillman ran around to stand in front of her. "You need me to what?" he asked.

"To spank me. You can sit on this tree-stump, put me across your knee, pull down my pants and spank my ass until it's bright red." She pushed him down, and Hillman found himself sitting on the tree stump. "It really would make me feel better," she continued, as she bent down and leaned across Hillman's lap.