Excerpt from 'Stealing Summer'
Stephan
A quick overview of the living room indicates no one. I kneel and check under the couch. Nothing. Kitchen is tiny, and there’s no hiding space inside the cupboards. This leaves closets, bathroom, and bedroom. My smirk spreads as I find no one in neither closets nor bathroom. I head to the bedroom, excitement threading through me. She’s trapped herself completely.
It’s my turn to hum, but I only do it for the effect, to temporarily make her think she’s safe.
Then I look under the bed, grinning on the inside while I put my most stern expression on my face. Her eyes widen and she gives out a little squeak.
“Who the hell are you?”
I reach for her, but she scrambles back and appears on the other side.
“Please. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean—”
“Now, how can you not mean breaking into a man’s house?”
She blushes. “I…”
“I?”
“I’m…”
“I’m?” I repeat, the taunt dripping. “Do you know what I do to little girls who break and enter?”
She shakes her head, mute.
“Come here.” I crook a finger and beckon her to me.”
“No.”
“Where else do you think you’re going?”
“Just… Let me go. I’ll never do it again.”
She sounds out of breath. I almost pity her for what I’m about to do. Almost. Because I’ve got her. I’ll capture her and put my hands on her, and there’s nothing she can do. I can’t help the hard-on that fights the restraint of my pants.
“Come here.” My voice is steely now.
Her gaze darts between me and the door. Oh yes, little bunny. Try to run. Even better.
Then she dashes past the foot of the bed and tries to dodge me. I let her reach the door, then spin around and grab her by her waist, pushing her up against the ungiving surface that opens inward. She never stood a chance.
She squirms and whimpers. “No! Please, sir. Let me go. I won’t— I’ll—”
“Oh, I know,” I say. “Now, tell me you’re sorry.” I press my whole body against her backside, my erection against her tight butt. She must feel it.
“S-sorry.”
“What do I do to disobedient little girls?”
She’s silent. Her heart thuds so hard I feel it, and her breaths are bird quick.
I shake her for emphasis. “What. Do. I. Do?”
“Please! Just let me go. I’ll never bother you again.”
“Oh, bunny. You already bother me. You’ve bothered me for a long, long time. You don’t know half of it.”
Silence. A loud swallow. “What?”
I spin her around and shove her toward the bed. She screams and tries to break free. The vision, the sound, makes me even harder. “Call me sir.”
“S-sir,” she whimpers, still struggling to get out of my grip.
I lean over her and put my mouth to her ear. “I will punish you. I will not touch you sexually. Do you hear me? You have every reason to be afraid, but not for that. Tell me you understand.”
She relaxes slightly, exhales shakily. “I understand.”
“Sir.”
“S-sir.”
“Stop stuttering.” I stand and smack her butt.
She gasps. “Ow!”
“Good girl. Don’t move while I deliver nine more.”
“W-what? No!”
I smack her again. “Stop stuttering!”
“Oookay.”
“Nine more, brace yourself.”
“Eight,” she cries. “Eight. You already—”
“That was for the repeated stuttering.”
She whimpers again, then exhales. I feel her defeat and smile. Oh, she’ll be mine. Not now, but soon.
I slap her butt, harder this time, then harder yet. At six slaps, she cries out. At eight, she begs me to stop. At nine, her whimper is mixed with a sob.
I let my hand rest on her deliciously firm ass. I long so much to see it reddened, and to feel its heat from the spanking, but all in due time.
“Stand up and face me.”
She scrambles up and turns, raising her gaze to meet mine. Tears glitter in her eyelashes, and her lower lip pouts. I wipe her eyes with the pad of my thumb, then put it to her lush lip and stroke it. “Good girl.”
Her nostrils flare, and her expression is one of defiance.
I tsk. “I will let you go now. Run along. Think of me when you put your aching butt on the saddle. You will not touch yourself to the memory of me. You will ache, and you will wish for my hands on you again. Tomorrow, noon, I expect you here again for your second lesson.”
She widens her blue-as-the-early-morning-sky eyes again. “What?” A scoff. “Not happening.”
I hold her gaze and say nothing. She will, and we both know it.
It’s my turn to hum, but I only do it for the effect, to temporarily make her think she’s safe.
Then I look under the bed, grinning on the inside while I put my most stern expression on my face. Her eyes widen and she gives out a little squeak.
“Who the hell are you?”
I reach for her, but she scrambles back and appears on the other side.
“Please. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean—”
“Now, how can you not mean breaking into a man’s house?”
She blushes. “I…”
“I?”
“I’m…”
“I’m?” I repeat, the taunt dripping. “Do you know what I do to little girls who break and enter?”
She shakes her head, mute.
“Come here.” I crook a finger and beckon her to me.”
“No.”
“Where else do you think you’re going?”
“Just… Let me go. I’ll never do it again.”
She sounds out of breath. I almost pity her for what I’m about to do. Almost. Because I’ve got her. I’ll capture her and put my hands on her, and there’s nothing she can do. I can’t help the hard-on that fights the restraint of my pants.
“Come here.” My voice is steely now.
Her gaze darts between me and the door. Oh yes, little bunny. Try to run. Even better.
Then she dashes past the foot of the bed and tries to dodge me. I let her reach the door, then spin around and grab her by her waist, pushing her up against the ungiving surface that opens inward. She never stood a chance.
She squirms and whimpers. “No! Please, sir. Let me go. I won’t— I’ll—”
“Oh, I know,” I say. “Now, tell me you’re sorry.” I press my whole body against her backside, my erection against her tight butt. She must feel it.
“S-sorry.”
“What do I do to disobedient little girls?”
She’s silent. Her heart thuds so hard I feel it, and her breaths are bird quick.
I shake her for emphasis. “What. Do. I. Do?”
“Please! Just let me go. I’ll never bother you again.”
“Oh, bunny. You already bother me. You’ve bothered me for a long, long time. You don’t know half of it.”
Silence. A loud swallow. “What?”
I spin her around and shove her toward the bed. She screams and tries to break free. The vision, the sound, makes me even harder. “Call me sir.”
“S-sir,” she whimpers, still struggling to get out of my grip.
I lean over her and put my mouth to her ear. “I will punish you. I will not touch you sexually. Do you hear me? You have every reason to be afraid, but not for that. Tell me you understand.”
She relaxes slightly, exhales shakily. “I understand.”
“Sir.”
“S-sir.”
“Stop stuttering.” I stand and smack her butt.
She gasps. “Ow!”
“Good girl. Don’t move while I deliver nine more.”
“W-what? No!”
I smack her again. “Stop stuttering!”
“Oookay.”
“Nine more, brace yourself.”
“Eight,” she cries. “Eight. You already—”
“That was for the repeated stuttering.”
She whimpers again, then exhales. I feel her defeat and smile. Oh, she’ll be mine. Not now, but soon.
I slap her butt, harder this time, then harder yet. At six slaps, she cries out. At eight, she begs me to stop. At nine, her whimper is mixed with a sob.
I let my hand rest on her deliciously firm ass. I long so much to see it reddened, and to feel its heat from the spanking, but all in due time.
“Stand up and face me.”
She scrambles up and turns, raising her gaze to meet mine. Tears glitter in her eyelashes, and her lower lip pouts. I wipe her eyes with the pad of my thumb, then put it to her lush lip and stroke it. “Good girl.”
Her nostrils flare, and her expression is one of defiance.
I tsk. “I will let you go now. Run along. Think of me when you put your aching butt on the saddle. You will not touch yourself to the memory of me. You will ache, and you will wish for my hands on you again. Tomorrow, noon, I expect you here again for your second lesson.”
She widens her blue-as-the-early-morning-sky eyes again. “What?” A scoff. “Not happening.”
I hold her gaze and say nothing. She will, and we both know it.