by Matt with Lexi, late 2000
Copyright Matt Anglen et. al. 1990-2006. Please do not repost without permission.
“So there!”
The words were no sooner out of her mouth than he was on her - he’d clearly expected them, been waiting for them, seemingly relaxed but patiently waiting to spring. Lexi knew that as soon as she felt his thigh against her hips that she would be spanked, hard and bare, so she twisted and spun and spat out her objections and rebukes, even knowing they were useless and all the more knowing that, in her current situation, they couldn’t make things any worse.
“Hey! HEY! WHAT are you doing? I’m right, you can’t spank me when I’m right! Ow!” she cried, as a little smack came down even before he’d gotten her under control. “Hey! NO FAIR!” She scowled as several more poorly-directed swats came her way. She tried to keep her seat directly facing away from him, so he had quite a chore reaching, let alone swatting her, and she was still well-protected by pants and panties. But he cared very little for decorum, did not object in the least to rolling on the floor or completely wrapping himself around her - he seemed all arms and legs and soon the smacks stopped as he used his hands to improve his grip on her. His weight passively dragged her down, his head on her shoulder controlled her movements even as she tried to turn away.
His legs were already around her and though she was not one to give up, she realized the likely outcome of her situation. “Stop that!” she scolded, “What did I do? You can’t spank me if I don’t know what I did!”
Ah, but she was wrong in that. Lexi tried to squirm downward and found this to be easy. His legs rode up around her waist, she was halfway out - but his hand was down below his legs, reaching around, digging for the snap on her pants. This is not good, she thought. “This is NOT GOOD!” she said, as he struggled with her zipper. Now she was in a bind. If she went lower, she’d only be helping him. As she tried higher, his legs edged her pants hipward. Turning her back to him she got smacked, turning toward him she presented her zipper to all the more easily be loosened. His hand slid into her pants to push them down from the inside...
Facing him, she poked at his ribs and got enough room between them to get her own hands in there. She unbuckled his belt for him and started on his own pants, feeling his effort lose its insistence. Still, it continued, and his hand slid into her panties, sliding everything off with his thumb. Not much time - not enough, in fact. He got his arms well around her and released his legs, suddenly standing up and heading back for the chair where they started.
She was between his legs, standing, with her tummy clasped to his chest and her knees between his thighs, bare tushie stuck out for all the world to see. God, did he spank hard! “STOP THIS!” she requested, only to be ignored.
“Is this what you’re looking for?” Matt asked as he smacked her again and again.
“NO! You’re not even DOING it right!”
He barely paused long enough to bend her over the arm of the chair, pushing her forward with his chest. Her legs were still locked between his. He captured a wrist and guided it to his hand that stuck out under her waist, clamping it securely in place - but the spanking had stopped, at least for a moment.
He was drawing it out, after starting so hard, squeezing and patting like so he loved to do, but Lexi knew better than to relax...he started suddenly and furiously, anxious to make her wish for less, and keep her wishing...
“There and there and there and there,” he said, “is that what you need?”
“Who SAYS I need anything?” she wailed, though she suspected she knew the answer - so it surprised her when he said “You did!”
“I did? I?!? did? I did NOT! I most certainly DID NOT!”
“Well, wait till I’m done - ow, that must’ve stung - and we can talk.”
“I don’t - ow! AH! - WANT to talk! I am NOT talking to you! YOU can find - oh!!! ow! owww! - find someone ELSE to talk to!”
“Getting there. Getting red. Not so red, but getting there. How about this?”
“Mattheeeew!!!!! Stop that! STOPPPPPPPP!”
“Hold still, I think we’ve got it, just...”
“Ah, ah, ah AHHHHH!”
“So red, just there... and here, so red there, too...”
Soon Lexi was being lifted back up, tummy to chest, pretty blond head to shoulder, arms hugging her, tushie stuck out again where it could cool - someday!
Matt pressed her hip back and she sat down on his thigh, now that he had unlocked his legs. Without releasing his neck, she shifted her head to the other side and continued to hold him, while he kept his arms loosely around her, only letting her go to stroke her head...
Finally she caught her breath and pulled her head back. Her sigh was not of relief or relaxation, exactly - more just signaling the end of their exertion.
“What?” she asked, a little breathlessly, “Was that all about?” His pants were still undone, and her hand dipped down his stomach. His breathing had not slowed. He held perfectly still, just like he always did when she was moving in that direction...she smiled in recognition of this habit...
“You said you needed a spanking - so you got one. Was there someone else you thought would give it to you?”
“Someone else?!? YUCK!” she made a face of mock disgust. “But when did I say I needed a spanking?”
“Isn’t that what “So there!” means? That you need a spanking?”
“It does NOT! It most certainly does not!”
“It doesn’t?”
“NO!”
“Oh, well, my mistake.”
“You said it, buster!”
“So, says who?”
“Says who what?”
“Who says it doesn’t mean “I need a spanking?””
“Says ME!”
“Oh, you’re the expert?”
“Yes, I am the EXPERT.”
“And you’re always right?”
“And I am ALWAYS right.” Giggling, she goes on, “So there!”
Copyright Matt Anglen et. al. 1990-2006. Please do not repost without permission.
“So there!”
The words were no sooner out of her mouth than he was on her - he’d clearly expected them, been waiting for them, seemingly relaxed but patiently waiting to spring. Lexi knew that as soon as she felt his thigh against her hips that she would be spanked, hard and bare, so she twisted and spun and spat out her objections and rebukes, even knowing they were useless and all the more knowing that, in her current situation, they couldn’t make things any worse.
“Hey! HEY! WHAT are you doing? I’m right, you can’t spank me when I’m right! Ow!” she cried, as a little smack came down even before he’d gotten her under control. “Hey! NO FAIR!” She scowled as several more poorly-directed swats came her way. She tried to keep her seat directly facing away from him, so he had quite a chore reaching, let alone swatting her, and she was still well-protected by pants and panties. But he cared very little for decorum, did not object in the least to rolling on the floor or completely wrapping himself around her - he seemed all arms and legs and soon the smacks stopped as he used his hands to improve his grip on her. His weight passively dragged her down, his head on her shoulder controlled her movements even as she tried to turn away.
His legs were already around her and though she was not one to give up, she realized the likely outcome of her situation. “Stop that!” she scolded, “What did I do? You can’t spank me if I don’t know what I did!”
Ah, but she was wrong in that. Lexi tried to squirm downward and found this to be easy. His legs rode up around her waist, she was halfway out - but his hand was down below his legs, reaching around, digging for the snap on her pants. This is not good, she thought. “This is NOT GOOD!” she said, as he struggled with her zipper. Now she was in a bind. If she went lower, she’d only be helping him. As she tried higher, his legs edged her pants hipward. Turning her back to him she got smacked, turning toward him she presented her zipper to all the more easily be loosened. His hand slid into her pants to push them down from the inside...
Facing him, she poked at his ribs and got enough room between them to get her own hands in there. She unbuckled his belt for him and started on his own pants, feeling his effort lose its insistence. Still, it continued, and his hand slid into her panties, sliding everything off with his thumb. Not much time - not enough, in fact. He got his arms well around her and released his legs, suddenly standing up and heading back for the chair where they started.
She was between his legs, standing, with her tummy clasped to his chest and her knees between his thighs, bare tushie stuck out for all the world to see. God, did he spank hard! “STOP THIS!” she requested, only to be ignored.
“Is this what you’re looking for?” Matt asked as he smacked her again and again.
“NO! You’re not even DOING it right!”
He barely paused long enough to bend her over the arm of the chair, pushing her forward with his chest. Her legs were still locked between his. He captured a wrist and guided it to his hand that stuck out under her waist, clamping it securely in place - but the spanking had stopped, at least for a moment.
He was drawing it out, after starting so hard, squeezing and patting like so he loved to do, but Lexi knew better than to relax...he started suddenly and furiously, anxious to make her wish for less, and keep her wishing...
“There and there and there and there,” he said, “is that what you need?”
“Who SAYS I need anything?” she wailed, though she suspected she knew the answer - so it surprised her when he said “You did!”
“I did? I?!? did? I did NOT! I most certainly DID NOT!”
“Well, wait till I’m done - ow, that must’ve stung - and we can talk.”
“I don’t - ow! AH! - WANT to talk! I am NOT talking to you! YOU can find - oh!!! ow! owww! - find someone ELSE to talk to!”
“Getting there. Getting red. Not so red, but getting there. How about this?”
“Mattheeeew!!!!! Stop that! STOPPPPPPPP!”
“Hold still, I think we’ve got it, just...”
“Ah, ah, ah AHHHHH!”
“So red, just there... and here, so red there, too...”
Soon Lexi was being lifted back up, tummy to chest, pretty blond head to shoulder, arms hugging her, tushie stuck out again where it could cool - someday!
Matt pressed her hip back and she sat down on his thigh, now that he had unlocked his legs. Without releasing his neck, she shifted her head to the other side and continued to hold him, while he kept his arms loosely around her, only letting her go to stroke her head...
Finally she caught her breath and pulled her head back. Her sigh was not of relief or relaxation, exactly - more just signaling the end of their exertion.
“What?” she asked, a little breathlessly, “Was that all about?” His pants were still undone, and her hand dipped down his stomach. His breathing had not slowed. He held perfectly still, just like he always did when she was moving in that direction...she smiled in recognition of this habit...
“You said you needed a spanking - so you got one. Was there someone else you thought would give it to you?”
“Someone else?!? YUCK!” she made a face of mock disgust. “But when did I say I needed a spanking?”
“Isn’t that what “So there!” means? That you need a spanking?”
“It does NOT! It most certainly does not!”
“It doesn’t?”
“NO!”
“Oh, well, my mistake.”
“You said it, buster!”
“So, says who?”
“Says who what?”
“Who says it doesn’t mean “I need a spanking?””
“Says ME!”
“Oh, you’re the expert?”
“Yes, I am the EXPERT.”
“And you’re always right?”
“And I am ALWAYS right.” Giggling, she goes on, “So there!”
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