The Brat and the Brainiac by Angela Sargenti Read Free Book Online Page B

this—this is the kind of spanking I’d have given her if I’d truly been angry, like I am with Miranda. I keep spanking away, and she puts up a fight every time I land a swat, but not much of one. She yelps and squirms and pretends to try to get away, but she could easily slip my grasp if she really wanted to. The fact that she doesn’t tells me she’s secretly into this.
    “I’m telling my uncle,” she sobs.
    “Go for it.”
    “You’re the meanest boyfriend ever.”
    “Hey, you asked for this.”
    She doesn’t say anything else and I reposition myself, pulling up her skirt. She has pink lace panties on, and I can see her skin peeking through, can see where she’s starting to get pink herself. I want to pull those panties down so badly, but these things have to be done properly, and she’s got to be spanked over them first.
    I proceed to do just that, and she looks like she’s starting to get uncomfortable. She whimpers and moans, but I ignore her until she suddenly throws her hand back and tries to block me.
    “Just for that, those panties are coming down,” I say. I expect some resistance when I pull them down, but she lifts up for me without my even asking.
    “Good girl,” I tell her. “Now, I’m going to go fast and hard, but I want you to lie as still as you can.”
    I grab her wrists and stretch her arms out in front of her, ordering her to stay like that. For some reason, this position makes her lower her head and cry. I ignore her tears and begin again, slapping her ass and making it bounce.
    “Please,” she whispers.
    “Just a little longer.”
    I don’t really spank her any harder than before, but her reactions are real now. Her sobs grow more insistent, and I know I should stop, but I really don’t want to. For some reason I want to master her, just for a while, just to see how far she’ll let me go.
    Suddenly, she breaks. She pleads with me to stop between sobs, so I do.
    “Do you promise to be a good girl?”
    “Yes.”
    “Still think I’m a wussy?”
    “No.”
    “Okay. Then you can get up.”
    She crawls up awkwardly and pulls up her panties, and then she smooths her skirt back into place before turning around and sitting down beside me. From time to time, she sniffles, and she’s pretty when she cries. I reach across her, grabbing a tissue from the box on the end table and hand it to her. She dabs the corners of her eyes with it and I feel sorry for her, so I drag her over and sit her on my lap, pulling her close.
    I try not to let her see how much my hands are shaking as I kiss the end of her nose.
    “Mad at me?” I ask her solemnly.
    “No. It’s just...are you going to do this a lot?”
    “Are you going to be naughty a lot?”
    “I’ll try not to.”
    “Then I’ll try not to spank you.”
    She looks at me through tear-filled eyes. But there’s more than just tears in them, there’s desire, too. I know she still wants me to take her to bed, and I want it, too, but I pretty much promised her uncle I wouldn’t, so I decide to make her wait until after our road trip to do it—if we’re still together by then. That’s got to be enough dates to suit even Tommy Wright.
    I do kiss her, though, with thoughts of getting to third base. Her mouth’s sweet and hungry and she’s abandoned her tears and sniffles, but just when I’m about to reach up under her skirt, I hear the sound of the back door shutting and footsteps coming closer.
    Apparently, she hears them, too, and she hurries off my lap and sits beside me. We both sit up ramrod straight, trying to look as innocent as we can.
    “So, what’s happening?” asks Tommy, appearing in the doorway.
    “Nothing. I’m just getting ready to leave.”
    “Did you guys behave yourselves?”
    “Unfortunately, yes,” she says tartly. “Did you?”
    “Yeah,” he says, tossing his jacket on a nearby chair, “as a matter of fact, I did. It seemed only fair. Want a beer, Jason?”
    “No, I’m good.”
    He goes into the