“That’s a generous offer,” Matt replied with a smile, “but for every fifteen minutes
of pleasure, I’d get 24 hours of your equally generously distributed opinions.”
“You bastard,” she screamed, her fear turning quickly to rage. “You smug, fucking
bastard! All you men are the fucking same! Pigs! You just want a whore to fuck, do your
housework and say nothing!”
That was enough for Matt. He plunked down on the ground beside her, stretched his
legs out and hauled her over his lap. It took her a moment to register what was happening
but when she did Laura began struggling.
“No, you don’t,” Matt growled, pressing his elbow and forearm into her back and
locking her right hand with his left. “I don’t like bad language from anyone and I don’t
like being told I’m the same as everyone else from someone who doesn’t know me. And I
particularly don’t like being told what I like in a woman from someone I’ve hardly met.”
Matt said slapping the dusty seat of her skirt and leaving a dark handprint on one cheek.
“Get off, you abusive bastard,” was the only reply so he continued -- hard. So hard
his hand stung.
“Stop it,” Laura gasped after about five minutes of stinging spanks had taken the
heat from her voice and imparted it elsewhere.
“I’ll stop when I’m ready,” Matt replied, S-M-A-CK, “and that will be when you’re
ready to apologize.” S-M-A-CK.
“Yee-owwooo,” Laura shrieked, kicking her toes on the grass. “All right! I
apologize,” she said quickly.
S-M-A-CK.
“When I’m ready, I said,” Matt replied, still raising small dust clouds from her
skirt, which had almost returned to its original black colour after his efforts. The
latest thing in dry-cleaning, he thought with a grin.
“I’m so-rr-ee,” Laura wailed, kicking and bucking in a last desperate bid for
escape.
“You’re getting warm,” he said, smiling at his own pun, “but I want a fuller apology
than that.”
“Then give me a chance, yee-owwoo,” she hollered, only to find herself receiving
another hard SMACK. “Yee-owoooo, plee-ase,” she whimpered.
Matt stopped.
“Okay,” he said. “Apologize.”
“I-I’m sorry I-I s-spoke to you the way I did,” she said sniffling gently. “It was
very wrong of me. I won’t do it again.”
“I hope not,” Matt said, letting go of her, “because if you do the next lot of
attitude adjustment will be on your bare arse.”
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