Page 44 of Over the Line

“Now I don’t have to worry about your hard cock pressing against me while I get a spanking.” She wiped tears from her face.

“Don’t be too sure of that,” he said, getting dressed again. “Come here.”

He helped her to stand.

Since the ground was uneven, she took a hopping step to steady herself. He wrapped an arm around her waist then captured her chin and tilted her head back before gently brushing a kiss across her mouth. “Thank you.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

In the distance, Chewie bleated. He glanced over to see the caprine trotting off with his hat.

He exhaled his frustration.

Giving chase would make the Nigerian dwarf think he was playing a game. The best he could hope for was that he’d get it back without any pieces missing. He also knew he was a dreamer. “She thinks she’s a dog and she’ll eat anything. Hyperactive hellion. I keep hoping she’ll grow up.”

“I guess my shoe is in good company.”

“Should have hung it from a tree branch.” He released her chin as he watched one of his most expensive hats bobbing up and down until it and the goat both disappeared.

“At least she wasn’t able to steal your jeans.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Good point.”

“But you could have covered the family jewels with your hat. Since you don’t currently have a blazing hard-on, at least it wouldn’t stick out.” She snickered.

“You think you’re funny?”

“Yes, Sir.” With a radiant smile, she dazzled him. “As a matter of fact, I do. I’m very comical.”

“I think you do need that spanking.”

Her smile widened. “I’m sure you’re right.”

“Incorrigible.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Spying a boulder, he took her hand and guided her toward it.

“Drop your pants,” he ordered, sitting and making sure the ground was solid beneath him so that his boots didn’t accidentally slip, sending her sprawling. “You can hold one of my legs for balance since we’re on an angle.”

“Sir is very generous.”

“Was that sarcasm, Sydney?”

“Absolutely not, Sir. That would be disrespectful.”

“Your pants,” he reminded her.

Beneath his watchful gaze, her hand trembled slightly, delighting him. He loved that he had an effect on her, even when she adopted a blasé demeanor.

“Now over my knee.”

When she’d draped herself into position, he admired the sight. “It’s hard to decide which position I like you in best.”

“You always seem to have my ass sticking up one way or another.”

“If you behaved better, maybe you wouldn’t always need it warmed.” He waited, angling his head to the side. “No response?”