She turns and faces the wall but keeps her gaze over her shoulder on me.
“Hands up above your head,” I instruct, taking them and dragging them up. “There. Now spread your legs.”
“Bastian,” she starts, tone different. Less demanding. But I’ve had enough.
“Do it.”
She does.
“Stay just like that no matter what, or this will be much worse. Do you understand?”
She nods, shuddering as she braces herself.
I stand back and look at her. Although of average height, she’s petite with narrow shoulders and a tapered waist. She’s maybe a hundred and ten pounds. I trace the line of her spine and feel her stiffen, goose bumps rising in the wake of my touch. When I reach her lower back, she whimpers.
“Quiet.”
She nods.
I grip her ass cheeks, and she’s up on tiptoe, her hands coming off the wall.
“What did I say?”
I can see the effort it takes her to put her hands back where I want them.
“Better.” I weigh her fleshy cheeks. She has a rounder ass than you’d expect for how slender she is. I raise my right hand and smack one cheek.
She jumps, gasps, and instinctively makes to turn around.
Before she can, though, I press her to the wall with a hand between her shoulder blades. “What did I say?”
“Get off me.”
“What did I say?”
“How many?”
“As many as it takes for you to feel me all night long. Now put your hands where I told you.”
She does, and I slap her inner thighs.
“Spread your legs. Good. Now be still.” I spank her ass before she can say a word, quick hard smacks on both cheeks until she’s gasping for breath and clenching her cheeks.
“That’s better,” I say, taking in my handprint. “Are you ever going to flip me off again?”
“Probably.”
I chuckle, then slap her ass. “Good. I’d hate for this to be your last spanking.”
“Fuck you.”
“We’ll get to it.”
“I didn’t mean—”
I grip both cheeks and draw her back a little so her back arches and her ass is tilted upward. The position has her shutting up. “I don’t like you, Dandelion,” I tell her.
“The feeling is mutual, Bastian.”