"You can't hurt me!" she said, looking even more scared.
I could understand she was interpreting my words in a scary way because she had no idea what was going to happen, but this really didn't have to be so hard.
"Your choice, Lara," I said.
Her eyes narrowed, and it was clear she was going to run from me.
"Are you sure you don't want to come to me?" I asked.
She straightened her back. It was clear she had made her decision.
"Very well," I said.
I took one step to the side. It was enough to trigger her, because she made a run for it the other way around, thinking I was going to come for her from the right side. I quickly changed direction, meeting her halfway around the couch, before she could change direction. She was too slow to notice where I was going. I quickly got a grip on her arm.
"No!"
She struggled against me, hoping it would make a difference, but it didn't. I sat down on the couch, bending her over my legs. She wasn't wearing anything except a long and baggy t-shirt and some blue sleeping shorts, that I so easily bulled down her slim and smooth legs. It was like she realized where this was going now, as her bare ass was revealed to me.
"Don't you fucking dare!"
But I was going to. I spanked her hard.
"Ouch!"
She looked over her shoulder glaring at me before she started squirming again, but the hand I had between her shoulder blades prevented her from going anywhere.
"Just admit what you were doing," I said.
"I wasn't doing any ... ouch! Fuck! You asshole!"
"That's two more for calling me an asshole," I told her and spanked her twice right after each other.
She kept fighting me because that was the way she was. She didn't bow so easily, and I admired that, but she would give in to me eventually, there was no escape.
"Let me go!" she yelled.
I didn't and instead spanked her twice more, her ass starting to turn a nice red.
"Please!"
We were getting to the begging part now. Good, but I still hadn't heard what I wanted, so I spanked her, once, twice, thrice, before letting my hand rest on one of her ass cheeks, massaging the spot. She was trying her best not to cry now, but it was clear tears had pooled in her eyes.
"Okay, I-I'm sorry," she said.
"For?"
"I shouldn't have left the room," she said.
Not what I wanted to hear, so I spanked her again, not as hard, but since her ass was already a flaming red, she felt the warning in it.
"I ... I shouldn't have tried to run!"
Finally.
"And calling me an asshole?"
"I-I'm sorry about that too," she said. "Can you please let me up now, Dominic?"