Nice Guys

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Mel ran her finger down Karl's sides, enjoying his discomfort. He was so ticklish. "Me, a brat? Karl, surely you knew that when you first asked me out."

"I did Mel, and a brat you are. But I don't know if you're an incorrigible brat yet."

"What do you mean?"

"Incorrigible means can't be corrected by punishment. I don't know that yet."

Mel's eyes flashed. She laughed. "Punishment? I mean really, what are you going to do, spank me?"

"Actually, sometimes I think it's what you want."

Mel's heart skipped a beat. She concentrated on making them coffee. His eyes could see right through her at times. "Oh Karl, don't be silly. You're a nice guy. Nice guys don't spank their girlfriends."

"You know I don't like being called that."

Mel grinned, moving behind the kitchen table. "Nice guy, nice guy, nice guy."

Karl lifted a finger. "I'm warning you."

She scampered out of his reach. "Hey, I could call you an asshole if you�d prefer. Nice guy, nice guy, nice guy".

One second Karl was shaking his head, ignoring her. The next he pounced, trapping Mel's wrist in a vice-like grip. He pulled her over to the nearest chair, flipping her over his lap in a fluid motion.

Mel struggled, but her petite frame was up against a mountain. She squirmed as he lifted her dress. "Okay Karl, the joke's over. Let me up now." Her panties followed. "Stop it. This isn�t nice you know!"

Karl brought his hand down hard on Mel's bottom, the sound echoing like a pistol-shot. Mel squealed. The position was close to her fantasies, but the pain was worlds away.

Karl was unstoppable. His hand breathed fire on her poor bottom. She kicked, begged, and promised sexual favors to no avail. Finally, after way too many spanks to count, Karl let her up.

He ignored her pout, giving her a quick kiss on the forehead before disappearing down the hall. Mel was still protesting at the indignity of her punishment, shouting down the hall after him. "That was horrible. You've got some serious making up to do after that! You better bring back some cream."

Mel was rubbing her bottom when he returned. She started to give him a few more choice words of what she thought of her spanking. She stopped in mid-sentence, her eyes wide at the sight of her father's old wooden paddle in Karl's hand.

"Nice guys don�t spank their bratty girlfriends with paddles either, but your father gave me a few hints when we played golf last weekend," he said with a hint of a smile.

Incorrigible was about to be well tested.