SSC: The Chase

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SSC: The Chase

(*****, Adult, Intense, hairbrushing)

A husband and wife play a naughty game. (Approximately 488 words. Originally published 2000-08.)

Helen wore thong panties, high heels, and nothing else. Grinning, she crossed to the fireplace. She bent over to lift up a small log, the curves of her round bottom sending Myron's libido into overdrive. She tossed the log onto the blazing fire. Shivering, she turned her naked ass to the heat.

"Chilly?" he laughed. "You wouldn't be cold if you wore some clothes!"

"Should I get dressed?"

"Of course not. We've got plenty of wood."

"I think I see some wood there," said the woman, not looking at Myron's face.

Myron flushed. His heart began to thump and his dick went so hard it hurt. He grunted, "I think someone's been very naughty...."

"Is that so?"

"Uh huh."

"What, then, are we supposed to do?"

"I believe," -- Myron could hardly breathe -- "a *spanking* is order."

"I don't think so," said Helen haughtily, sniffing and turning her back to him. "I'm not in the mood."

"You'd damn well better GET in the mood, woman!" cried Myron, rising and adjusting his slacks frantically. Watching her stand and warm herself, her bare ass rosy from the fire, invigorated the man.

"You'll have to catch me, then!" cried Helen, suddenly darting out of the room. He heard her feet pounding down the hallway. He raced after her.

He had to move slowly in the dining room, for the hardwood floor was slick, and he was wearing socks. She was nowhere to be seen.

He checked the parlor, the den, the kitchen, even peeked into the pantry. Nothing. Then he heard the squeak. The third stair from the top! It always squeaked. She was upstairs.

Excitement raging through his body, Myron followed. He checked the guest bathroom, but it was empty. She wasn't in either of the bedrooms, nor their bathroom. She had vanished! Impossible. Naked women don't just disappear.

Wait a second. Myron saw the high heels near the bed. She'd kicked them off. Grinning, he stripped off his shirt and slacks. He took off his socks, too. Damn the cold. Wearing only his boxers, he knelt beside the bed.

"Come out, come out wherever you are!" he cried. "I know someone naughty who deserves a long, hard, bare bottomed SPANKING!"

As he slid under one side of the bed, she popped out from the other. She dashed for the door while he leapt to his feet and just managed to catch her around the waist before she could escape.

"Let me go! Let me go!"

"Never!" roared Myron. "It's *spanking* time!"

Helen's cute face fell. She frowned at her husband, then sighed. "Oh, all right then. Get the hairbrush."

With frantic eagerness, Myron snatched the hairbrush off the dresser and rushed back to the woman. He looked at her expectantly.

She sat on the bed and patted a bare thigh. "Get aboard, you bad boy. I'm ready to make this spanking _really_ hurt!"

The End

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