Grace snapped at me for the third time since I’d been home.

I handed her the pen she requested and tried to keep my calm. She’d had a bad day, but so had I. The only thing that distracted me from her curtness was the fact that she wore my favorite dress, a form-fitting, wrap dress in deep teal. It tied around her small waist and accented her amazing tits.

“Rough day, sweetheart?” I tried.

She shook her head, lips pressed together tightly. She looked far beyond annoyed as she attempted to clear the dining-room table. Our dinner was cooking in the oven and she wanted to sit and eat “like civilized people.” Problem was, the table was full of clutter from our busy week.

She bent over to grab a bag off the chair and I got a great shot of her round, firm ass in that dress. “We really have to stop leaving our shit everywhere,” she said, thrusting the bag at me. I took it and tried not to smile. If I was amused, it would only piss her off more.

I moved another bag perched at the end and she said, “Leave it. I’ll get it!”

The table was Grace’s trigger. She liked it neat and orderly. The rest of the house could be caving in as long as the dining-room table appeared pristine and orderly.

I snagged her waving arm, my fingers closing around her thin wrist, and gave her just enough pressure to halt her temper tantrum.

Her blue eyes widened and her mouth pursed in a lovely “O” of surprise, a dick-sucking “O” if ever there was one.

I reeled her in, tugging her to me, and yanked her flush against my body. “Grace?”

She opened her mouth, but no sound emerged until finally she managed a “Yes?”

“Stop behaving like a brat, or I will treat you like a brat.”

I laid a single blow down on her ass cheek and felt it rumble through her body. The breath rushed out of her and she stared at me.

“It’s frustrating me,” she said.

“I know.”

“And you don’t care.”

“I do — ” I attempted. I wanted to explain we’d both had a busy week and that’s when the clutter tended to gather on her precious table. But she was having none of it.

“No, you don’t! You say you do, but — ”

I cut her off. I turned her quickly so she had to throw her hands out in front of her, bracing herself against the table.

I didn’t tell her to count or ask her to apologize or even encourage her to talk. I simple started spanking her. Right over her fashionable teal dress.

I alternated blows, not holding back. Her luscious ass bounced with every blow, and she cried out in outrage more than pain.

“I don’t think this is working,” I growled. I knew the roughness in my voice would put goosebumps along her skin and make those amazing pink nipples turn to stone.

I reached around and found the tie and yanked it. The bow unfurled and the dress sagged. I peeled it back and pulled it off. I dropped it on the table in front of her just to hear her hiss with frustration. I slid my teeth down the nape of her neck, nibbling at her. I slowly helped her free of her bra. When I reached around and palmed those amazing tits, her nipples were hard and pointed against my skin. I squeezed and heard her moan. It sounded begrudging but genuine.

She was grinding her plump ass against me. My cock stiffened instantly. I’d get there eventually, but I wasn’t done delivering her punishment.

I slid my hands against her soft silk panties. Her body relaxed and I smiled. When she was practically leaning back on me, I smacked her ass so hard my hand ached.

“Oh, God!” she yelled, but there was some purr buried beneath her outrage.

“That’s what bad girls get, Grace. They get punished for being brats.”

I continued in a fast flurry of blows. She squirmed and tried to move away. I placed my free hand on the small of her back and pressed firmly to keep her steady. She panted but stilled beneath my hand. She also pressed her ass back toward me, whether she knew it or not.

I smiled and ran my finger up the cleft of her ass crack, driving the soft fabric against her skin.

I leaned over her, pressing my chest against her back. “I still don’t think that will do, Grace,” I said against her earlobe.

She shivered against me and gasped. I pushed her panties down, but I did it nice and slowly. Taking my time. Watching her tremble and trying to be calm and aloof.

“I know you’re frustrated but you need to work with me, not bark orders at me. Do you understand?”

She didn’t respond.

“I see,” I said.

Then I pushed my hand against her back and held her even lower to the table. Her breasts pressed against a small stack of books. A pile of mail slid along the table. I didn’t pay any attention because part of Grace was paying all the attention. It would be driving her crazy until I distracted her.

I laid down heavy blows, admiring the way her ass shook and the way my handprint sprang up on her pale skin like red flowers blooming in the snow.

She gasped and squirmed and trembled, but she also pushed back to take it. Her alluring body warred with itself as she tried to get away from me and closer to me at the same time.

“Please!” she finally howled.

I chuckled at her begrudging defeat.

I turned her to face me and said, “I think you should suck my dick, Grace.”

She wanted to protest, but her tongue snaked out and she licked her lips. My cock ached to be buried in her mouth’s warm, slick recesses. I put my hand on top of her head and gave her some gentle pressure. My Grace dropped to her knees as easy as you please.

I ran my cockhead along her lush lips and watched her tongue dart out to taste me. Her eyes were glazed. She was spank-drunk and eager to have my cock inside her. I could tell by the way she moved, the noises she made, the way her breathing was fast and soft.

She parted her lips and took me in, driving her mouth down my shaft eagerly. Her hand slipped between her thighs and she stroked her clit.

“You can play a little but don’t you come, Grace,” I warned, “or I won’t fuck you.”

She groaned and the vibration pounded up through my cock into my pelvis. I thrusted against her enthusiastic mouth, feeling her slick tongue drag up the back of my dick. It was heaven. The only thing better than fucking Grace’s mouth was fucking her pussy.

I drove past her lips a few more times, relishing the pressure of her drawing on me. Her small hand worked furiously at her sex, but she was a good girl and didn’t come. I could tell she was close. She wanted to, but she obeyed me.

Finally, I rewarded her. I took her long hair in my hand and tugged at it roughly.

Her big eyes were shiny and stunned. She stood and I kissed her pretty mouth. “Now, where were we?”

I turned her again gave her a few good swats just to rev up her engine again. Grace whimpered and sobbed softly. “Please, baby — ”

“Oh, what, love? Do you need to be fucked?” I asked, positioning her again. Her hands were on our messy table, her legs spread wide. I drove my fingers into her cunt and found her wet like a river. Soaked.

“I think you’re still nice and wet. How about I give you that fuck you need, sweetheart?”

She was nodding repeatedly. Her hair in her face. Her body taut with want.

I slid just the tip along her wet slit and she bucked. Gasped.

“You were a good girl,” I murmured. “Sucked my dick just the way I like.”

I slid into her as slowly as I could manage. Making her wait. Stretching her tight pussy inch by inch.

I held my hand against her ass so that she couldn’t press back against me. She had to wait for me to give it to her in my own time. I played my thumb across her back hole and watched her buck. I laughed softly and she bristled.

I did it again and this time she didn’t move. So I pushed my thumb into her ass while I fucked her. I sped up and felt her cunt grip me tightly. She was so close to coming it was crazy. I dragged my finger down the ladder of her spine and watched goosebumps pucker her smooth skin. That’s how I knew I had Grace — goosebumps.

“Does that feel good, Grace?” I pushed my thumb a little deeper, fucked her a little faster.

She nodded, her hair swinging against the table.

“Tell me,” I demanded.

“Yes. It feels good,” she said. “So good.”

She tried to move back against me, to take me faster, but I held my hand against her and kept her steady. I slowed down just a bit and she whimpered.

“Are you going to come for me, Grace?”

“Yes, yes — ” she chanted desperately. She tried to move back against me again and I continued to hold her back.

“Please, baby — ” she grunted, her body writhing. She shoved her hand down and started to stroke her clit. I didn’t stop her.

“Please what?”

“Please let me come.”

I gave in. I grabbed her curvy hips and held her tight. I drove into her, finding my rhythm, fucking her deep and fast. She slammed herself back against me, taking me as deep as she could. Her pussy gripped me and I ground my teeth together to hold on. I dug my fingers into the meat of her hips and felt her pussy spasm around me.

She let out a cry, her finger brushing my balls as she stroked her clit furiously.

“I’m coming, baby,” she sighed.

She was insanely wet as I took her the way I needed. I slid into her slick pussy. At the last minute, I pulled free and stroked myself to orgasm, painting the red handprints on her sweet ass with my cum.

She was sprawled, panting, and the oven timer dinged. Somehow this amused both of us. Grace righted herself, attempted to fix her crazy hair, and smiled. “I’ll finish clearing the table, and you can get that out and grab plates.”

I winked at her. “See that? Teamwork.”