“If you won’t tell me, I’ll make up my own version of BDSM then. And as much as I love these pretty panties, they’re coming off right this instant.”

I hold her firmly with my left arm and pull her panties down to her knees.

“Okay, now let’s get back to my poem.”

“Sam, I’m warning you. Let me go.”

After massaging both of her ass cheeks with my hand, I slap her lightly on one cheek and then the other. Not hard enough to hurt, only enough to tingle a little. Hell, it probably hurts my hand more than it hurts her.

“B stands for bad, and we both know you’re a bad girl.”

I’m transfixed by the color change on her ass where I popped her.

Maybe I should do it again.

“D stands for damn, I sure love looking at your ass. Have I told you lately what a beautiful ass you have? The perfect size for my hands.”

She struggles and squirms against my cock, but not quite as forcefully as before.

I change the position of my arm to grip her tighter.

“Lila, I swear to God, if you don’t stop squirming around in my lap, I’m going to cum in my jeans,” I warn. “Be still.”

“You can’t make me,” she challenges.

“Oh no, you did not just say that. Yes, I can make you do whatever I want.”

I notice her movements have changed and instead of struggling against me, now she’s rubbing on me. The blood roars in my ears. I’m losing my concentration.

“Let’s see now,” I say. “Where were we? S. That’s an easy one. S is for Sam of course.”

“Did you fail Creative Writing class?” she says. “That doesn’t make sense.”

“You’re right, it doesn’t. S should be for smack.”

I smack her ass harder this time.

“You shouldn’t have made fun of my word choices,” I say. “It hurt my feelings, so I had to spank you. What’s the last letter?”

“M,” she whispers.

I slide my hand down the crack of her ass and push a finger inside her tight pussy. She is so fucking wet for me.

“M is for melting. My God, you feel like hot, melted butter.”

She gasps as I finger fuck her slowly.

I want to taste her now.

To bury my face between her legs and stay there the rest of the night.

“I think you’ve been punished enough,” I say. “Will you be a good girl now?”

She nods vigorously. “Oh yes. I’ll be good, Master Sam.” She giggles and I pop her ass again then lift her up to place her on the bed.

“Don’t move,” I tell her. “I’ll be right back.”