"Well, if you're starving, I guess you should eat something." At that, she pulls herself up on the kitchen counter and spreads her knees, tempting me. But I'm not giving in. I want my brat to pay.
"You think I'm going to let you get away with this?" I ask, stepping toward her, standing in between her knees. Her tits graze my chest and her fingers run down the buttons on my flannel shirt, unbuttoning one then another.
I take her wrists in my hands. "No, no, no," I say. "You need to be punished for what you've done."
She licks her lips. "Really?" she asks. "And what kind of punishment are you going to give me, Boone?"
I set my jaw in a firm line. "You, in the corner, now. It's timeout for you."
3
BREE
I walk over to the timeout corner, crossing my arms as I do. I look over my shoulder at my big, sexy husband, loving the way he turns me on when he gives me an order.
Standing in the corner of the kitchen, I listen to him grunting as he opens the fridge and pulls out a beer. Honestly, part of me wishes I would have given him a beer before I walked over here, but I didn't want to get scolded.
On second thought, I should have, because being scolded by him turns me on so freaking much. It turns him on too. I know how much he loves giving me an order, and how much I love talking back.
I stand in the corner even though I don't want to be a good girl. It is all a part of our game.
When I hear him pulling out items from the cupboard, I can’t help but look over my shoulder to watch him. He has peanut butter and a loaf of bread in hand, but he notices my movement and sets them down on the counter, walking over to me with a stern look on his face.
"I told you, Bree. Timeout. Look at the wall. You understand?"
"But I don't want to look at the wall. I want to look at you because you're so hot and sexy.” Then, whining, I add, “And I want you to take your pants off. Remember how hard you were when we were talking on the phone earlier? I want to see your big, thick cock. I want to see how ready you are for me."
"No," he denies me. "Not now. You need to listen to me before you get my cock. You understand?"
"Fine," I say with a smirk. "I'll look at the wall."
I turn around obediently, even though it kills me. Still, I decide to have a little bit of fun with his rules.
He said to look at the wall, fine.
He didn't tell me what I can do or not do with my fingers.
So I lift my leg, and I pull up my dress, and I begin to finger myself nice and good. I moan in pleasure as I circle my clit. "Oh, fuck," I groan, wanting to distract him. "It feels so good. Yes." I press my finger against my pussy lips.
I’m getting nice and wet thinking about the way he looked when he walked up to me and told me what to do.
I know I'm bending the rules. I'm not supposed to be getting off. I'm supposed to be looking at the wall in timeout, but he didn't explicitly tell me what else I could or could not do.
And so I'm going to be a little brat, playing the part I know best.
But he's not happy. He walks over to me, hands on my shoulders, and spins me around.
"What do you think you're doing, Bree?"
"What?" I ask with feigned innocence. "You told me to look at the wall, so I was."
"You're being an insolent little brat. You know that?"
My pink glossed lips break into a grin. "Oh, I'm sorry," I say. "I didn't know I wasn't allowed to finger fuck myself while I was in timeout. Next time, you should tell me more explicitly what I'm allowed to do, Boone."
He raises an eyebrow. "Oh, you think you're funny?"
I giggle. "I think I'm making your cock hard as hell."
He growls at me, pinning me to the wall. "You're going to pay for this, you know that?"
I nod. "I was hoping you'd make me pay."
"Fuck, baby," he groans as he looks down at me pinned against the wall.
I feel so small, so helpless, and it makes me burn with desire. I love it when Boone puts me in my place. And right now, I have a feeling he's going to.
He picks me up off the floor and throws me over his shoulder, smacking my ass for good measure. "I'm taking you to the bedroom right now, and I'm going to teach you a real lesson," he says.