Housewarming Gift

*Neutral*

John watched Liz as she walked into the room. She was absolute perfection; the quintessential combination of adorable innocence and provocative allure. Her short hair framed her face perfectly even when wet.

With the thought of what he might do to Elizabeth spurring him on, it hadn’t taken him very long to finish the futon. He’d just removed his shirt and stood in front of her with his hair messy and his torso glistening ever so slightly with sweat. She was dazzled by his radiant sexual appeal. She wanted him so badly she could taste it, and the fact that she had gone unsatisfied in the shower didn’t help matters much.

“Good shower?” he asked with a slight grin.

“It was fine. Very relaxing,” replied Elizabeth blushing slightly. “I can’t believe you finished the futon so quickly.”

“Well, it wasn’t too difficult. And you were in the shower for quite some time after all,” John said – his grin getting all the more devilish with each sentence.

“So,” Liz said trying to think of a way to change the subject,”do you want to watch a movie or something?” She nervously tried to move around him toward the television, but found herself blocked by his intimidating form.

“Actually,” he answered with the same grin as before, “I thought we might just listen to some music and maybe talk a bit.” He advanced toward her, seeming to grow impossibly tall before her. She thought he might be about to grab her up and lift her into her arms the way he was moving toward her, but he simply reached around her to put the shirt he held in his hand onto the chair behind her. She was so immersed in his presence, that she hadn’t even noticed he had anything in his hand until then.

He leaned back from putting the shirt down until he was standing tall once again. He motioned for her to sit down on the futon. She sat down very slowly, making sure that her shorts revealed nothing underneath. She was almost uneasy as he sat down beside her. She hadn’t expected this; she thought she would tease him a bit more, he would go home and she would masturbate to the thought of how excited she must have gotten him. Now that something was actually coming of her teasing, she wasn’t sure what she might do about what could come next.

John, however, knew exactly what he wanted and what he was going to do to Elizabeth for relentlessly teasing him for a year.

“So what was all that banging around in there about,” he questioned her slyly.

He wasn’t going to let it go. She said the only thing she could think of, ‘Oh, nothing. I just bumped into a bottle and it fell.”

“I was worried you might have hurt yourself. I was about to come running in to save you,” said John sweetly with a hint of wickedness in his voice.

That comment sent shivers up Liz’s spine. She could only imagine what he might have said had he caught her with the shower massager up between her legs. Wanting to get out of this conversation any way possible, she stood up.

“Would you like something to drink? I mean I know I got you that water earlier, but I mean…well – would you like something a bit stronger?” she asked, hoping he hadn’t heard the nervousness building in her voice.

“Oh, that sounds great. I could really go for something dirty…like a martini,” he answered with a wicked tone in his voice. He could sense her growing uneasiness and it made him incredibly aroused. He wanted her to be as uneasy as she had made him for those last few months.

As she stood up and started rummaging in the kitchen, he stood as well and came up behind her. He reached around her right side to grab two glasses out of the cupboard. He could feel a slight tremor run through her body as he pulled his hand back and he purposely grazed her hip with his fingers.

“Do you like your martinis dry or wet?” asked Elizabeth.

“Wet, quite wet,” replied John with a smirk. Though, truth be told – he didn’t have very much of a preference either way.

Elizabeth’s hips swayed slightly as she shook the martinis. Her breasts jiggled back and forth with the motion from her arms. As she poured the martinis into the glasses, John moved around to put the olives in. He took his glass and reseated himself on the couch. She seemed to take quite a bit of time putting everything up and getting her drink, but finally she had no alternative but to sit down next to him once again. She positioned herself about a foot and a half away from him on the futon and began to sip her drink gingerly. Her small attempt at keeping him away from her for a while didn’t work, however. John simply adjusted his seating position so he was less than six inches from her. He also made no attempt to hide the fact that he was putting his arm around her. He gently, but firmly pulled her to him. Seeing no way of staving off the inevitable any longer, Liz accepted his grasp on her. She leaned into him, but didn’t snuggle as closely as he might have liked.

“Now, Liz. What are you doing?” he asked in a stern voice.

“What?” she replied, bewildered.

“Why are you being so aloof all of a sudden? You’ve been such a little tease for the past year and now you seem as if you’ve never once thought about me in a sexual way,” John said with a bit of harshness in his voice.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said trying desperately to find a way out of all this. She really hadn’t meant for it to go this far tonight. She’d had it all planned out. This wasn’t supposed to happen for at least another week. “I think maybe you should go,” she said, standing and putting her drink on a nearby table.

“What? You don’t want me here Liz?” he said, also standing and putting his drink on another table. “I thought you might have wanted me here quite badly by this point. What with the hour long shower,” he commented with that grin that was definitely starting to get on Liz’s nerves. He seemed so different – so much more dominant than usual. And yet, oddly, she felt a slight tingle begin in her lower body.

” How dare you insinuate something like that!” she replied defiantly.

“Oh, please Elizabeth. Do you really think I didn’t notice the whimpers coming from the bathroom? It’s not that sound proof, you know,” said John.

“Look, I really think you should get going now,” said Liz getting more than a bit nervous at his tone of voice.

“No,” said John. “I’m not going until you admit and apologize for the fact that you’ve been teasing me purposely for the past year and that you were masturbating in the shower – to the thought of me I might be so bold to say.”

“You’re crazy John!” she replied.

“Am I?” he asked. “Are you actually going to stand there and tell me that all this is in my mind? Little tease. Slut,” he said almost mockingly as he closed in around her. His face hovered over hers menacingly.

“Fine, okay,” said Liz cowered. “I teased you. I teased you a lot, and I’m really sorry for it – now will you please just leave me alone?” she asked meekly.

“What else did I require you to admit?” he asked authoritatively.

“I’m not going to admit that, because it’s not true John,” said Liz not too convincingly.

“Oh really?” he said as he moved around behind her. He grabbed her arm and twisted it up until she let out a tiny squeak. “Are you calling me a liar then?”

“Please John, please let me go,” she whimpered. “I said I’m really sorry about the teasing.”

“That’s not good enough little slut,” he said, his hot breath on her neck sending shivers all through her. “Now you’ve called me a liar. I really don’t like to be called a liar. You see I, unlike you it seems, value the truth. I really dislike it when people lie to me. Now admit you’re a little slut and that you masturbated to the thought of me. Or will I have to discipline you to get a straight answer out of you?”

“What? You couldn’t do anything to me John. You’re far too much of a gentleman. I know it’s taking all of your courage just to hold me here like this. Now let me go and I’ll forget about the whole thing,” replied Elizabeth trying to wheedle her way out of this sticky situation.

“So, it seems you’ve chosen discipline over simple honesty,” said John. “You will learn to be honest little slut.” He pulled her with him as he moved to the chair he had set his shirt on. He brushed aside the shirt and sat down, throwing her over his knee as he did. She tried to fight against him, but he was too strong for her. He swung her over his knee with no problem and ensured that she wouldn’t be getting up any time soon by locking her legs in place between his. He held her head down with his left hand and rubbed her ass with his right. She could feel a hardness pressing into her side and she became a little more aroused at the thought of what her ass in front of his face might be doing to him.

“Now, I’m going to give you one last chance to tell the truth Liz,” he said above her.

She thought about giving in and telling him that she really had been masturbating in the shower earlier, but in a way she almost wanted him to do something to bring out a confession in her. With all the thoughts swirling in her head, she remained silent in contemplation of what to say. Unfortunately, John grew impatient while awaiting her answer.

“Well, since you don’t seem to want to admit to the truth – I suppose I’ll just have to beat it out of you,” he threatened with menace in his voice.

And with that, he raised his hand above her ass. It came down on her with a sharp *thwack*. She yelped in pain and begged him to let her go, but he said simply, “You made your decision Liz. I’m just giving you the punishment you deserve. You can’t be such a little tease and get away with it forever.”

He continued to spank her four more times, and on the last one she whimpered, “I admit it – I did masturbate. Okay, are you satisfied?”

“Don’t give me that tone of voice missy,” said John with another whack on her bottom. “What else was it you were to admit? Think hard little slut.”