Pulling into the driveway, Stephanie was surprised, but pleased to see that Declan was already home. Getting out ofthe car, she hurried up the front steps and into the apartment. Setting her shoulder bag down on the table in the entryway, she glanced around for her boyfriend.
“Declan!” she called.
“In the bedroom!” came his answer.
The bedroom, huh? That sounded good to her! Grinning, Stephanie hurried in that direction. But instead of finding her boyfriend in bed waiting for her like she had expected, Declan was dressed in old jeans and a T-shirt, and was down on the floor taping off the baseboards. He got to his feet when she entered the room.
Stephanie looked around, taking in the plastic tarp covering the floor as well as the cans of paint. “What’s all this?” she asked.
Declan gave her a grin as he folded over the edge of the tape and tossed the roll onto the floor. “You said we should paint the bedroom, right?”
Her brow furrowed. “Well, yeah, but I thought we agreed that we were going to pick out the rest of the colors together.”
Her boyfriend shrugged. “But I found this really great color and couldn’t resist.”
Stephanie almost laughed when she realized that was the exact same thing she had said to Declan about the paint she’d picked out for the living room.
Her gaze went to the cans of paint on the floor. “What color is it?” she asked suspiciously.
“Go put on some old clothes, and I’ll show you,” Declan said.
“How about a hint?” she said.
He chuckled. “Go change, woman!” he ordered. “I want it to be a surprise.”
“I bet I’ll be surprised,” she muttered under her breath as she crossed the room to the walk-in closet.
“I heard that!” Declan called after her, laughing when she turned around to stick her tongue out at him.
As much as he had disliked the idea of repainting the apartment, Declan had to admit that it was more fun than he’d thought. He supposed that might have a little something to do with the spanking he’d given Steph the night before. And after the meeting he’d had that morning, he was looking forward to spending the day with his girlfriend.
The DA had roasted him and Reese about their inability to come up with any other evidence on Markam, then given them another week to come up with something. If not, he was going to shut down the investigation, and that would definitely not look good.
Stephanie came back into the bedroom a few minutes later, interrupting his thoughts and looking sexy as hell in a skimpy pair of cut-off’s and a tank top, and Declan felt his cock go hard at the sight of her. No way was he going to be able to concentrate on painting with her looking like that, he thought.
Walking across the room to stand beside the cans of paint, Stephanie put her hands on her hips and looked at him. “So, let’s see this color you couldn’t resist,” she said.
Dropping to his knee beside the cans, he slowly pried the lid off one of them. Stephanie had a sneaking suspicion that Declan was deliberately taking his time, just to make the whole thing more dramatic.
Finally loosening it enough, Declan took off the lid and set it down on the plastic tarp. “So,” he said, giving her a grin. “What do you think?”
Stephanie stared in disbelief. “It’s white!”
“It’s eggshell,” he insisted. “It says so right on the label.”
She made a face. “White by any other name is still white, Declan.”
Her boyfriend grinned and handed her a paintbrush. “But it’ll look great in here.”
Stephanie shook her head as she watched him stir the paint. Though eggshell was definitely not the color she would have chosen for the bedroom, she supposed she couldn’t complain too much. After all, she did get to pick the color for the living room. Besides, she thought, once Declan saw how boring eggshell really looked on the walls, he would agree with her about repainting.
Taking the small container that he’d filled for her, Stephanie dipped the brush into the paint and began edging in around window while Declan started along the baseboard. Since her boyfriend had already taped off everything that wasn’t going to get painted, she didn’t concentrate on being particularly neat. A couple of times, she even dripped paint on her bare feet. So, when Declan began to paint around the baseboard underneath where she was standing, she didn’t think anything of it when she once again dripped more paint onto the floor. This time, however, the paint didn’t drip onto the floor, but right onto Declan’s head.
“Ooops,” she said when he looked up at her.
“Did you do that on purpose?” he asked as he transferred the brush to the hand holding the container of paint so that he could wipe the paint out of his hair.
She laughed. “No,” she said, and then added, “Not that you don’t deserve it for picking such a boring color.”
He stopped wiping to lift a brow. “Are you trying to get a spanking?”
She blinked in surprise, his words bringing a rush of color to her face. “Wh-what?” she stammered. “No!”
Declan eyes narrowed. “Then no more cracks about my choice of colors,” he warned. “And no more dripping paint on me, either.”
Trying to suppress a giggle, Stephanie turned back to the wall to begin painting again, but Declan’s comment had rattled her concentration and the moment she lifted the brush another dollop of paint dripped off onto his shoulder.
He gave her a stern look. “I mean it, Steph,” he said. “Stop, or I’m going to spank you.”
Stephanie knew Declan wasn’t really mad, but his implied threat of a spanking had her pulse beating wildly. And though she tried to concentrate on painting, it was all she could think about. Her hands were actually trembling in anticipation! How could she paint now?
Not paying attention to what she was doing, she turned around to get more paint, only to bump into Declan and smack him right in the chest with the paintbrush.
For a moment, Stephanie just stared at the white stripe she had accidentally painted on the front of her boyfriend’s shirt, her mouth hanging open in disbelief. Then, unable to help herself, she started laughing.
“Okay, that’s it!” Declan growled, putting down his paintbrush. “Come here.”
Before she even realized what he was doing, Declan had taken the brush and the container of paint out of her hand and had caught her around the waist. Spinning her half around, he bent her over and brought his hand down on her jean-clad bottom several times in rapid succession.
“Owwwww!” she squealed, still laughing. “Honey, please! I didn’t mean that! It was an accident!”
But Declan ignored her, instead continuing to smack her ass, his hand going back and forth from one cheek to the other so fast that she could barely keep up!
Despite how much the spanking stung however, Stephanie couldn’t seem to stop laughing. It was like she had a case of the giggles!
“So, you think this is funny, huh?” Declan said, amusement in his deep voice. “Or maybe you’re still laughing about getting paint all over me.”
Stephanie tried to shake her head and tell him that she didn’t think it was funny at all, but she was laughing too much.
“Well, we’ll see how funny you think it is after I pull down these cute little shorts and really start to tan your gorgeous ass,” Declan said.
In spite of how much she was laughing, Stephanie couldn’t miss the way her pussy tingled in response to his words. She thought she might come right there on the spot!
Making good on his word, Declan reached around and undid the buttons on her cut-off’s, pushing them down in one swift motion. She loved the way he got all caveman about pulling off her clothes! Her panties quickly followed, leaving her bottom completely bare to his gaze, not to mention his strong hand. A sexy little thrill ran through her at the thought!
“Bend over and put your hands on the ladder,” Declan ordered.
Stephanie supposed she could have protested, but the truth was, she didn’t want to. So, she did as he told her, obediently putting her hands on the step-ladder and sticking her bottom out. Pulse racing, she held her breath and waited for the spanking she knew was coming. When Declan resumed spanking her though, it wasn’t with his hand, but with something else. Something that stung like crazy!
“Owwwww!” she yelped. “What the…?”
Jumping up, Stephanie spun around, her hands protectively cupping her sore derriere. Her eyes went wide when she saw the wooden paint stirrer in Declan’s hand.
“Did I say I was done?” her boyfriend asked, the authoritative tone in his voice unmistakable.
She stared at the paint stirrer, her lips formed into a pout. Very interesting, she thought. “No, but…”
“Then turn around and bend over,” Declan said softly.
Still not sure what to think of the paint stirrer, Stephanie slowly did as she was told.
Behind her, the corner of Declan’s mouth edged up. When he had first grabbed Stephanie and spun her around, spanking her with anything other than his hand hadn’t even occurred to him. But then he’d caught sight of the unused paint stirrer, and he hadn’t been able to resist.In front of him, Stephanie was bent over with her hands on the ladder, her perfect ass already a gorgeous shade of pink and just waiting to be spanked some more. Putting one hand on the small of her back, he drew back the other and brought the paint stirrer down on both cheeks with a hard smack!
“Owwwww!” she protested. “Honey, that stings!”
Declan’s mouth quirked as he admired the rosy red stripe left on her bottom. He’d always thought his girlfriend had a gorgeous ass, but when it was all red from a spanking, it was even sexier. In fact, right now, it was all he could do not to toss aside the paint stirrer, grab her by the hips and thrust into her wet pussy. It didn’t help
that she wiggled her ass every time he brought the piece of wood down on her cheeks. It made him wonder if she was doing that just to drive him crazy because he was rock hard! A few more hard smacks to each cheek was all he could manage before he decided that he couldn’t control himself any longer. He had to have her! Tossing the paint stirrer onto the floor, he took her hand and spun her around into his arms to cover her mouth with his.
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