"Huh?"
"Right on my bare bottom, a good hard spanking, as hard as you can hit. I deserve it, I deserve to be punished; will you do it for me, darling?"
"You must. Then I'll feel as if I've paid for my naughtiness. And that's all the more reason not to tell anybody about it, too – a good spanking will take away my guilty feelings. Once the punishment is over, my conscience will be clear and I'll just forget all about it."
"Oh. But-but you're so much bigger than me…"
"Bigger but weaker. I'm a naughty girl, that's all. And since you're the one who caught me, well, that gives you the right to use a little discipline to straighten me out – and what better discipline is there?"
"A spanking… golly…"
CHAPTER FOUR
I was pretty mixed up by then, confused by the way her attitude toward me had switched back and forth, the way she kept changing from nasty to nice and then back to nasty again. Then too, she had never put her robe on and was still naked; her body seemed so big in that small room, much bigger than with clothes on somehow. Or maybe that was because of the red light, so weird! – it made everything feel close, confined. Her tits bobbed and swung with every gesture, every movement, the nipples practically poking into my face. And with the door shut I could really smell her, the powder and perfume and the sexy woman-smell. I was conscious of her cunt all the time, conscious of it but afraid to look, too embarrassed to let her see me yield to childish curiosity.
But she wasn't being nasty any more, only nice now, calling me her darling little angel in a sugar-sweet voice. And I had to admit that the idea of spanking her sounded kind of cute, almost like a new game she had just made up for us to play together. Exciting, too, now that she was actually begging for it, exciting enough to be more than just some kid game…