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Little Miss Testing Tease

"Spank me," she giggled.

He looked at her, surprised.

She crawled into his lap, licking her lips, untying his tie. Pulling it from around his neck, she said, "Spank me."

He leaned forward, kissing her on those licked lips. 

She turned away. 

"What?" he demanded more than asked. "Come back here, you!" 

She shook her head, hair bouncing around a pair of twinkling, mischievous eyes. She wrapped the tie around her neck, like a scarf, and unbuttoned his shirt.

He leaned forward and nibbled her ear, knowing it drove her crazy. She giggled again, but through sealed lips. Leaning back, she drew a lazy line down his chest with her finger. He grabbed her hand lightly bit her finger, teasing it masterfully with his tongue. She leaned in and intercepted his tongue with hers, allowing him to kiss her for a moment.

She drew back and her eyes rolled down his chest. She bashfully looked to the side, then sparkled her eyes at him. 

He gently guided her face to meet his. "And what is this little tease playing at?" 

She gave him a dimpled grin, but still said nothing.

He held her face with his fingers and took a kiss. She succumbed for a lovely moment or two, then giggled again and turned her face.

"Stop that! Come back here!" He pulled her hair, bringing her face closer, and kissed her again. 

She lightly nipped his lip, then ran away. She looked over her shoulder at him, before disappearing from the room, and winked.

He huffed. "Get back here, you!" He heard giggling, and ran his hand through his hair, frustrated. He did what any man would do - he chased after her.

Finding her, he said, "Now listen here -"

Turning, she popped a chocolate liqueur in his mouth, silencing him. Deciding she wanted some too, she slipped her tongue through his lips, savoring the melting chocolate and letting the alcohol tingle her senses.

He kissed her back hungrily.

"Uh-uh," she pulled back, shaking her head.

"Uh-huh," he nodded, pulling her shirt apart, ripping a few buttons. He sent up quick prayer of thanks that she had no bra on.

"Hey!" She popped a hand of her mouth; she hadn't meant to speak yet.

He laughed, delightfully sucking the treasures he found under her shirt. He replaced his mouth with twirling fingers, and asked, "What's this spanking thing?"

She coyly blushed, but didn't speak. Slowly pulling down her pants, she turned and wiggled her bottom at him coquettishly, then jumped away from him. She pulled her jeans back up over her bottom and ran off.

He again pursued her, determined to catch her. "I'm going to find you, and I'm going to kiss you, you little tease," he said firmly.

"No you're not!" she piped back. "You're gonna spank me!"

"Who says?" He found her in the bedroom, cornered her, and cupped her pretty face in his hands. "And why would I do that?"

She let her hands slide down his chest to tease him. "Because you're not gettin' nuttin' from me 'til you do!" She stuck her tongue out at him.

"You want me to hit a girl?" He laughed at her, albeit a bit uneasily at the thought.

"You're gettin' smart, mister!" She pointed to her bottom. "You can do all the slappin' you want right here."

"Why?" his eyes softened with concern and love.

She kissed him then, even though she hadn't really meant to until he spanked her. "Because you, mister," she poked a finger in the middle of his chest, "make me feel all safe, cozy, and shivery inside when you get all manly and authoritative on me." This time her shy giggle was honestly shy. She looked bashfully down at his chest.

"And why haven't you told me this before?" He lifted her chin with his hand. "After seven years - not a word until now?"

She shrugged, nervously shifting her weight from foot to foot. She smiled then, with false bravado. "So you man enough, mister?" She blushed again - she couldn't help it.

"You look like you're losing your nerve." He was worried.

Wide-eyed, she shook her head slowly and emphatically.

"Well then, there seems to be a mystery here." He looked at her mockingly grave. "If I make you feel all 'safe, cozy, and shivery inside' when I tell you what to do, how come you're always such a little brat when I'm 'authoritative and manly?'"

She smiled then, from the corners of her eyes. "Cause I want to see just how manly you can get!"

"Ahh, I see." He lifted an eyebrow. "Testing me?"

She giggled into his shoulder. "Maybe."

"More like 'really,' I believe." He smiled down at her, then sat on the bed. "Maybe it's time we spoke about the consequences of testing." He patted his knee. "Come here."

Her stomach clenched and trembled. She grinned and laughed, and then nervously wondered if maybe this wasn't such a great idea. But she ran to him and flipped right over his knee. She peeked up at him with a grin.

He grinned too. He tentatively slapped her bottom.

She chewed her lip. That didn't hurt. Was she going to be disappointed? Would her fantasy dissolve with reality, or blossom into fulfillment? How was she supposed to act, so that he would be inspired to spank her again? Should she have brought this matter up a different way?

"Ow," she lied. She put a hand back to protect, just to see what he would do.

"Oh I don't think so young lady!" He locked her hand in the small of her back. "I'm going to have to start calling you my testing tease." He slapped her again, harder.

This time she said ouch for real.

"Look!' he traced a finger over her bottom. "It's a picture of my hand!"

They both laughed at that, and he pondered what to do. What did she want? Authoritative, she had said. He kept a firm grip on the hand locked in her back, and seductively rubbed her bottom, his fingers trailing between her legs. "Does my little testing tease want to be teased . . ." He let his fingertip lightly push her little button. " . . . or does she need to be spanked?" He gave her a really hard slap this time, to see how she would react.

"Eeeeee!" she squealed. "I'd like . . ." she gulped. " . . . spanked," she lamely finished.

He smiled at her bottom, those adorable cheeks seeming like an empty canvas calling for a creation. He kneaded them, musing over the vulnerable bottom that was his to play with, to control, to experiment on - what power!

Suddenly understanding what an offer of trust it was, he burst out, "God, I love you sweetie." 

Relief raced through her - he didn't think she was crazy! She answered, "I love you, mister." Playfully she kissed his leg.

He tenderly patted her bottom. "How many do I give you?"

"You decide, mister authority man," she teased.

"Spankings hurt . . ." he trailed off uncertainly.

"Duh!" she lightly bit his leg, and he slapped her bottom again.

"What if you cry?"

"I think," she took a deep breath, "I'd like that."

"Why?" he asked with surprise.

"Don't know." She wiggled her bottom uncomfortably.

"What if you change your mind?" 

She laughed. "I probably will!"

He slapped her hard, frustrated. "You're not making sense!"

"Ow!" He was getting pretty good at this. "I don't want a choice, I want to be out of control, I want....." she trailed off, biting her lip.

SMACK! "Finish that thought, young lady!"

She yipped, then said, "You're a natural at this, you know." 

He laughed at her bottom, then smacked his hand down. "I said, finish that thought!" He watched her bottom bounce delightfully as his hand stung from another slap. This was more fun than he had imagined.

"I want to feel your control, your power . . ." she thought for a moment. ". . . your strength - I want to be reassured that you're stronger than me, and that I don't have to worry about everything all alone."

"Hah!" he laughed. "You want to know I'm stronger than you?" He slapped her again, on the thigh, to demonstrate his disbelief. "And this from the competitive girl who claims she can beat me at Ping-Pong, and usually does, every chance you get?"

"That's different." 

"Hah!" he laughed again, slapping his hand down to punctuate his exclamation. But now his competitive hackles were up. 

"Well, if you really want a demonstration of who's stronger . . ." SMACK! "then you're going to KNOW that I'm the man here . . ." SMACK! "and I'm not going to stop . . ." SMACK! "until I feel like you've learned a lesson, no matter how much you beg." SMACK!

Tears smarted at her eyes from the sting, but she was loving every second of this.

"Am - I - under - stood?" He accented his words with slaps.

"Yes sir!" 

He stopped; she had never called him that before. He kind of liked it.

She bit her tongue, surprised she had called him sir. He had stopped - had she said the wrong thing? Had she scared him off? Would it freak him out?

More slaps rained down on her bottom, and painful relief washed over her. 

"Furthermore," he smacked, "you can expect THIS," he demonstrated, "every single time," he slapped on every single word, "Miss Little Testing Tease comes to call!" 

"Am - I - un - der - stood?!" he slapped again.

She cried with pleasure, and kissed his leg. "You bet, mister!"