Todd knows what I need in order to maintain a happy, carefree personality.

I need strong, black coffee when I wake up, which he brings to me in bed because he is far more of a morning person than I am. I need red meat twice a week, which he takes charge of because he is a master with hamburgers, steak, and roasts of every kind. But most importantly, I need regular spankings. When Todd puts me over his lap, takes down my panties and paddles my bare ass, all is right in my world.

Even though I know these facts to be true, I can still step into the role of the brat every so often. If Todd goes too long without punishing me, I begin to forget. I forget what his signals mean. I forget that he knows how to give a girl a burning hot bottom. I forget everything.

If we get to that point, Todd can shoot me a warning look, he can even run his hand along his belt buckle, he can whisper, “Lucy…” and still I will toss my hair and act like a willful filly.

He was on the phone when I started messing with him. First, I began to kiss his neck, but he brushed me off. I didn’t like that. I knew he would have given me the attention I craved when he was finished on the phone if I could only control myself, but I wasn’t able to. “Control” was no longer in my vocabulary.

Then I tried to take out his cock to blow him, and he moved me away, saying, “Hold on, Lucy,” under his breath. Hold on, Lucy? Who did he think he was talking to? Todd knows all about the magic of my mouth. How could he refuse a blowjob? My feelings were hurt, but rather than stoke the fire of a full-blown pout and rush off to our room to sulk, I did something a little crazy.

I stripped and got out one of my vibrators from our bedroom. Had I stayed in the bed to take care of myself, I might have ended the evening with a delicious climax and a cool bottom. As it was, I pushed Todd past his limits and wound up with an ass as red as a cherry. Luckily, the climaxes I received definitely made up for the discomfort I endured.

Back in the living room, I lay down on our plush white carpet and started to fuck myself with the vibrator a few feet away from Todd. He could see me, but he couldn’t reach me without leaving his chair. His dark eyes burned coldly at me. He ran one hand through his short, black hair, a move I knew indicated that he was feeling frustrated. Well, good, I thought. I was feeling frustrated, too. Slowly, I began to slide the tip of the dildo up and down my pussy lips. I pretended I couldn’t see Todd on the phone, that I couldn’t hear him, that I didn’t register the looks he was giving me. I fluttered my eyelashes as I grew closer to climax.

I began plunging the dildo into my pussy. Wow, was I ever wet. I took a moment to remove the toy and lick the tip clean, all for Todd’s benefit. My heart was racing as I brought the faux cock back to my pussy and thrust it all the way in to the hilt.

“He paused every few smacks to stroke my hot skin.”

“Oh, yeah,” I moaned, wondering if my voice was loud enough for the person talking to Todd to hear. I peeked and saw he was glaring at me and cupping one hand over the mouthpiece of the phone. I should probably have stopped then, but I didn’t want to. I wanted to push my boundaries, test my limits, jump up and down on any rule I might normally have paid attention to.

Todd hung up the phone and rushed to my side.

That’s when I realized what I’d done. I’d given him the perfect reason to punish me.

“It’s been five days,” he said, standing me up before him. “I don’t know how I didn’t notice this before. You’re fine on day one. You’re swell on day two. You’re a little edgy by day three.” As he was talking, he took me to the sofa and bent me over his lap. “By day four, you’re a bit of a brat, aren’t you? And here we are at day five.”

Todd paused and rested one big hand on my naked ass.

“This is what happens when you forget to spank me,” I said into the sofa cushions. Famous last words.

Todd remembered pretty quickly. His hand flashed against my ass over and over, and the sound seemed to echo in the air around us. Had I really needed to be quite so bold? I wondered as he punished every inch of my ass cheeks. Had I absolutely needed to fuck myself in front of him like that?

I had plenty of time to rethink my behavior, because Todd did not go easy on me. He paused every few smacks to stroke my hot skin. Then he resumed the spanking, making sure to press his knee hard against my pussy so that I could feel my pussy juices soaking into the fabric of his gray slacks.

I could feel his erection, pressing up against me, but even that didn’t slow him down. He didn’t stop spanking me until he was good and ready to stop. All our games result in a situation like this — with me so dripping wet I can hardly stand it and Todd as hard as a tent pole.

Then he pushed me off his lap and got me on all fours on the carpet. He reached for my vibrator and handed it to me, having me press the tip to my clit while he fucked me. I knew he was loving the vibrations of the toy, that he could feel the motor rumbling all the way through to his dick as he fucked me and I climaxed.

I should misbehave more…

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