Party Of TwoA few nights ago, I found myself thinking about that party atKurt and Rachel’s last summer. If you remember, we showed upafter eight. The invitation was for seven, but due to severalthoroughly avoidable delays, we arrived unfashionably late.For some reason, you waited until the moment we were supposeto leave home to re-sculpt your hair. Then you changed clothestwice and after that you picked a fight with me over what Iwas wearing, so then I had to change. Slowing us down furtherwas that little stop we made on route to the party.That, I admit, was my idea.I’ll never forget the look on your face as I pulled over to theside of the road and shut off the engine. One glimpse into myeyes told you just how fed up I was with your c***dish behaviorand I’m sure you knew exactly what I was going to do about it.You once told me there’s a look I get, a certain curve in mybrow just before I take you in hand- a look that makes yourmouth go dry and your ass cheeks clench. I unbuckled myselfthen undid your safety belt and pushed the front seat back,making it easy move over and haul you across my lap.(There’s a reason I’ve never owned a car with bucket seats.)Without ceremony, I began slapping the seat of that littleplaid skirt you’d finally decided to wear. You were kicking upsomething fierce by the time I’d spanked you for about fiveminutes and although I could barely hear you over the soundof the cars whizzing nearby, you seemed to be saying youwere sorry. I was tempted to yank down your panties and giveyou the walloping you deserved, but we were already runninglate and I didn’t want to make you cry too much because thenyour eyes would be puffy all night. So instead I lifted yourskirt and delivered two sound smacks, one to each of your pink,panty-clad cheeks, to remind you I meant business beforeallowing you to sit up again.We bahis siteleri continued on to the party in silence, you with your armsangrily folded, pouting all the way.Kurt had barely finished greeting us at the door when you madea beeline for the bar. After quickly downing two drinks,you were arguing politics with Rachel, manipulatively playingdevil’s advocate to her every opinion. Then, suddenly appearingterribly bored, you walked off while she was in mid sentenceand spent the next half hour continuing to make a spectacleof yourself. If you weren’t openly flirting with one guest,you were embarrassing another with an off-color joke. I don’tknow what gets into your head sometimes, it’s almost as if youwant to get into trouble. During your third trip to the bar,you made a small scene with Kurt about having far too muchice in your drink.”Excuse me, Kurt,” I said, taking the glass from your hand andplacing it on the bar as I spoke. “Could I borrow your bedroomfor a few minutes? This young lady and I need to have a nicelong talk.”The intense look on my face and sudden blush coming across yoursmade it evident that conversation was not the sole purpose ofmy request.”Certainly.” our host said, raising an eyebrow as he looked inyour direction. “End of the hall, second door on the right.Take your time.”I turned to take you by the arm, then stopped.”Oh, I don’t suppose you have a large hairbrush I could use.””I do.” Rachel replied from across the room.At that moment, you realized that nearly everyone at the partywas aware of this conversation and the trip down the hall youwere about to take. A quick glance at their amused faces onlyserved to confirm this.”Wood?” I inquired.”Oak.” she replied happily, her eyes fixed on yours.”Very solid, should be perfect! Top middle drawer beneaththe sink.”As I took your wrist and hauled canlı bahis you away from the others,you tried not to notice their giddy laughter and whispers.”Someone’s gonna get it!” a woman commented in a sing-song voicereminiscent of a schoolyard.”Big time!” someone agreed.”Bottoms up!” Kurt announced, raising his glass as I yanked youdown the hall.You stood breathlessly near the mirrored closet as I shutthe door of the master bedroom and stepped into the bathroom.I returned a moment later armed with an antique hairbrush.”I won’t to bother listing every thing you’ve done to deservethe tanning you’re about to get, there isn’t enough time!”I stated as I sat on the edge of the bed. “So just pull yourpanties down and bend over my knee! Right now!”You obviously didn’t believe I’d actually spank you with aroom full of people not twenty feet away because, instead offollowing instructions, you slowly sauntered over and sat onmy lap.”Come on, baby. ” you purred as you ran your fingers throughmy hair. “You don’t want to do that.”I closed my eyes and bowed my head as you ground yourselfagainst me while strategically placing tiny kisses downmy neck. You probably noticed my right hand, the one holdingthe brush, fall onto the bed and naturally assumed yourseductive techniques had won me over. So I imagine you weremore than a bit surprised when, instead of laying back andallowing you to have your way with me I reached up, grabbedyour ear and gave it a firm upward tug, causing you to liftyourself into a semi-standing position.”Listen up, buttercup! You may have walked in wearing a plaidskirt, but if I have to take off my belt, you’re going to leavewith a striped ass! So you better kick off those panties and getover my knee, `cause I’m in no mood, Miss Attitude!”I’m not sure if it was the tone I used or my choice of words,but something güvenilir bahis must have gotten through because as soon as Ireleased your ear, you practically leaped out of your underwearand dove across my lap. I folded back your skirt and grippedyour waist in my left hand. The brush rose swiftly into theair and fell with a thunderous smack across your left cheek.You gasped as another swat stung you on the right. After thefirst volley of a dozen or so preliminary swats, I shifted intohigh gear and began spanking you in earnest. The strokes werefast and hard. I’d land six sharp swats consecutively to thesame spot on one cheek before concentrating on the other.Each slap of the brush found its mark with ruthless efficiencyand in no time you were kicking and wailing for mercy.Eventually, the spanking and crying subsided followed bymuch rubbing of sore flesh, many soothing words and thewiping away of tears.Later, after you’d spent some time composing yourself, you cameout of the bathroom and we held each other for a while beforerejoining the party. We exited the bedroom to some s**tteredapplause which quickly died down as the other guests politelycontinued their conversations. I offered you a drink whichyou politely declined preferring to go find Rachel and Kurt.I stood by the bar and watched with a sense of pride as youapologized not only to our host and hostess, but to everyoneyou had encountered while acting the brat.Your behavior on the drive home was exemplary, though the wayyou apologized to me almost got us into an accident. I reallyshouldn’t let you do that while I’m behind the wheel.You did take a another trip across my knee when we got backto the house, though I suspect having that cooling balm we keptin the refrigerator slathered all over your twice-baked bunsqualified the third time as a charm. How can I be sure?Perhaps it was the way you hugged and kissed me afterward.Or maybe it was the way you jumped onto the bed, put yourhead down and waved your cherry-red bottom in my directionthat told me another party was about to begin.THE END