Someone's gonna get a spanking...

From my WIP—set at 2 a.m., written at 4 a.m. Insomnia, she owns my ass big time.


It’s two a.m. at my place when he brings her over. She’s shiny around the edges now, sleepy but ready. She says, “Hiya Hank,” as if her charms will work on me. How’d Dave get her here? ("Wanna stop by for a drink at my friend’s house?") Dave doesn’t like to drink at the bar, even after closing.

I’ve got the bottle of whiskey on the coffee table and three crystal glasses set out. A bucket of ice if that’s her style. She’s a Cosmo girl, I know. A pink drinker. But I don’t have the accoutrements. It’s whiskey—neat or on the rocks—or nothing.

Dave says, “Lexi doesn’t know what you do.”

“Yeah, Hank,” she’s so perky. “Dave made me guess. I couldn’t figure it out.”

“I’m a refinisher,” I say. She looks around my place. Sees the furniture, appraises the workmanship. “I strip things down to the bare, to the core, and then I rebuild.”

The way I say the words makes her straighten up. She can hear a threat in my tone—or if not a threat, a promise. She’s sitting on my chair the way she sits at the bar, her pussy right on the lip of it, balancing on her power. She rubs back and forth. I don’t even think she knows she’s moving.

“You do all the furniture in the room?” she asks, looking around, nervous suddenly.

I nod.

She licks her lips, sips her drink, chatters the ice cubes in the glass. Dave is relaxed, right leg crossed so his ankle rests on his left knee, watching me. I know what he wants to see.

“Dave says you’ve been a bad girl,” I tell Lexi, and her nervous twitching movements suddenly stop.

“What did you say?”

I enunciate carefully. “Dave tells me you’ve been a bad girl.”

She looks shocked at Dave, who doesn’t move, doesn’t flinch. He takes a drink and smiles. Dave likes to be here. He’s sitting in his chair. I finished that one just for him.

“Did you, Dave?” she can’t decide how to play this scene. Does she act all giggly about it? Or become incensed, her reputation soiled. I’ve stripped her first layer, without any effort at all.

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XXX,
Alison