A second spanking

The memory of Alison's sassy look and the way her ass waggled as she headed out the door stuck in my mind like a repeating snatch of song. The little tease gave me the finger, what did she think she was playing at?

I'm waiting for her when she comes home. It's a little after eight when I hear the door to the kitchen open, and Alison sweeps into the house, in an obvious good mood as she calls out for me.

“Mr. Patterson, are you here?” I step into the kitchen with my arms folded and a stern look on my face. She jumps a little at my sudden appearance and lets out a cute squeak.

“Oh, I'm here Miss Miller. I've been waiting for you.” The combination of my stern tone and seldom used last name wipes the last of her smile off her face.

“I'm sorry I teased you, Mr. P.” The apology comes a little too late, and Alison seems to realize it and her voice drops to a whisper. “Don't be angry.”

“Oh, but I am angry, little one.” I growl, “I've tried to be patient with you, but I think I'm going to need to use a firmer hand.” I don't even try to hide my smile when I see my pretty tenant's hands move behind her skirt perhaps unconsciously trying to protect her pretty little ass. “Bend over,” I order, “put your forearms on the table.” This is the moment of truth. If my pretty young tenant obeys me, I'll be able to take this to a whole new level, if she refuses - well then we're back to square one again.

“Please, sir ...” after this one last plea she assumes the position and my cock throbs painfully when I know she's mine.

“Last time, wasn't enough?” I ask as I reach under her and pull the buckle of her skirt loose. “I guess I shouldn't have been so understanding.” With impatient jerk I pull the skirt and the panties under them down past her knees and I'm rewarded with a gasp of surprise and excitement.

“I'll be good, sir. You don't have to spank me.” I watch as Alison steps daintily out of the skirt around her ankles, it is impossible to forget her desire to be dominated and I know there is only one way this encounter can end. However, I am a patient man, and I quite liked the feeling of her squirming on my lap the last time, so before I do anything else I'm going to teach her the consequences of teasing a man.

“Ow!” Alison should have been expecting it, but the first spank seems to catch her by surprise, it is not a particularly hard blow, but her cheeks start to glow all the same. “One, sir. Thank you sir.” I smacked her a couple more times enjoying the feel of her firm ass stinging against my palm and her little yelps of pain a little more than I probably should have.

I pull her left hand behind her and examine the manicured nails. “Did you give me the finger this afternoon?” I ask as I pull up her middle finger separating it from the others.

“Yes, sir.” Alison's hushed whisper is sexy as fuck, “I'm sorry, sir.”

“I'd like to believe you, Angel, but I just don't know how sorry you are.” Taking her finger in my mouth I suck on the digit tasting and covering it with saliva. I can feel Alison's confusion and I like the fact that I'm keeping her so off balance. I lean over her trembling body so my face is almost touching her ear. “Put that nasty finger in your pussy.” Her whimper of surprise is followed by a half-hearted protest.

“Please ... don't make me do this.” But as I straighten up I see her snake her hand under her belly and see her body quiver when her finger reaches its goal. I separate her legs a little so I can make sure the finger is inside her before I continue the spanking. As she counts out the next four blows her ass starts wiggling more and more and I can see the slight movement of her arm as her finger begins its work.

As much as Alison is trying to get off, she is keenly aware of my presence and when she hears the sound of my zipper opening she gasps in undisguised excitement.

“Oh God, you're going to **** me right here on the table.”

“No, Alison.” I growl as I smack her again and squeeze the flesh under my fingers, “we went over this already, I don't **** women.” Her needy moan almost makes me change my mind, but I don't mind waiting a little longer if that's what it takes to get what I want. “You are going to beg me to fuck you, that's the only way you are going to get my cock.”