“Why?” she giggled, nervously.
“Because I want to,” he replied. “And because I have been watching you all night and my fingers are literally tingling to touch you. Also, I think that you need it,” he said, as if it were the most normal thing in the world to have told her that he intended to put her over his knee and spank her.
“But that is so naughty.” Her eyes stretched wide in pseudo-shock. “And I think we both know that I am not that sort of girl,” she added, laughing more loudly this time.
With that, she took off, jogging gently through the garden, pushing the honeysuckle out of the way as she ran. Her bobbed curls bounced as the strung lights of the garden caught the highlights in her hair, turning it a burnished orange colour.
He wondered if he had ever seen anything quite so beautiful as she was right then.
God, he wanted her.
“Come on then, old sport,” she called back, fun in her voice. “If you can catch me, then you can have me!” she shouted to him, picking up speed.
The laughter and the jazz leaked from the house up above them, squeals and frivolity of a party in full swing, adding to the general sense of hedonism and abandonment. The air was warm and the night was still, just a gentle breeze from off the water, caressing them from time to time. The full moon looked down and shone as if it had been ordered especially for the occasion, adding to the feeling that this was the only place in the world that really mattered.
She had made her way into the summerhouse and stood, pressed carefully up against the wall, trying hard to control her breathing, following the short burst of exertion in deciding to give chase. The familiar sense of excitement at hiding and waiting to be found that she had experienced since a child, settled over her as her heart pounded in her chest and she felt herself becoming aroused.
The door creaked as he entered, and he paused as his eyes adjusted to the darkness inside the cabin. Lit only by the fairy lights around the windows, she was mostly hidden from him, but with another giggle, she shifted from the shadows, so that the light caught the iridescence of her dress. Lifting the material slightly at one side, she cheekily exposed the top of her stocking to him.
“I suppose, if you really want me as much as you say you do, I am powerless to stop you,” she said, her head tilting teasingly and her eyes widening in challenge as she spoke. And with that, she turned around, bent forward, and flipped the pleats of her dress up so that he could see her round bottom, exposed right there before him.
In that moment he had never wanted her more, nor ever known a girl so in need of a spank as she was right then.