Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. andThe Bet (C) d edward 2004 Chapter 9 Taking his broad hand he raised it and swung down sharply, getting a satisfactory SMACK! and a complimentary ripple through the supple flesh of her right buttock. The squeal of pain and the sudden clenching of her cheeks were pleasing also, but not as pleasing as the quick disappearance of her laughter. ''HEY!...What the hell....'' she began as she began to push herself up off the bed in protest. He quickly levered his leg over the small of her back and scissor-locked his ankles together, pinning her face down, her plump buttocks nicely framed by his thighs and the rumpled sheets. He leaned forward to run his hands over the bright red hand print so nicely outlined by the pale flesh around it, admiring the smooth curves that twitched so invitingly beneath his palms. ''That HURT!'', she yelled, angry at the surprise of it, ''Let me go!'' She strained against his legs, unable to shift her own under her for leverage. Straining, she collapsed back down to the mattress and tried to reach back with her hands to grab something, anything, to get him off of her. Instead she found first one and then quickly the other wrist easily caught and quickly tied behind her lower back. Now she was scared, uncertain but knowing intuitively where this was going. Not so sure she wanted the reality that they'd often fantasized about, she tried her bonds, as his hands continued their caress. ''Relax,'' he said, putting his hands between her cheeks and pulling slightly. ''Open up to me.'' She squirmed under his intrusive touch, grunting with the effort to evade the fingers that steadily worked their way between her moist cheeks. She bucked hard enough to dislodge his hand, satisfied with that small victory until it returned, this time crashing down on her left cheek with a resounding SMACK. She squealed in protest, her whole body twisting in an effort to get loose but his grip was relentless and once more the fingers began their steady invasion. ''YOU FUCKER..,'' she began, only to have the fingers disappear and his hand come whistling back down to blaze another hot stinging slap, this time again on the right cheek. She cried out at the pain, kicking her legs uselessly as once again his fingers began to pry her now burning cheeks apart. ''GET THE F..'' SMACK!..another swift blow cut her words short, she took a deep breath in shock and began trying to roll over. ''STOP..'' SMACK! ''St...'' SMACK! ''Plea...'' SMACK! Each word replied to with a sharp open handed blow; she could feel his legs flex each time he raised his hand and she began to tense with anticipation at each impact on her now tender flesh. '' Open yourself to me'', he asked again, quietly, in a conversational voice. She sagged weakly against him, relaxing her hot cheeks as once more his fingers began their tickling journey. His other hand rubbed her very sore backside, coaxing her to relax further. ''Spread your legs a bit,'' he instructed, feeling her will bend to his as she began to spread her thighs apart. His fingers reached further down and spread her nether lips open to dip into the moisture he was pleased to find there. She sighed with the sudden pleasure of his touch and raised her bottom in a sultry gesture, offering her sex in a cat-like invitation to further caresses. His fingers continued to gather both their juices, coating her swollen lips and the tender channel leading to her anus with the essence of their lovemaking. Slowly he teased the little ring of her backside, brushing his index finger over the wrinkles there, pushing in slightly until she tightened in resistance. She was silent now, intent on the pleasure that was building in her cunt, embarrassed but turned on by the lingering heat of his blows. She started to rock her pubis against the hard thigh under her as his fingers began to drag her closer to an orgasm. Suddenly his hand withdrew. She moaned in mild frustration. Chapter 10 They both held still for a long minute; she could feel the cool air between her legs and his warm hand on her left buttock. He spoke first... ''Let's play a guessing game,'' he began, not waiting for her reply, not needing one. She tensed, knowing now what lay ahead, she believed. He continued, as his hands began to rub her again, '' You were impertinent to laugh at me just a few minutes ago, and despite my annoyance, began to laugh even harder and on top of that refused to help untie me.'' She was silent, waiting for his next words. ''Here's the game: you're going to get a spanking for that bit of misbehavior,'' he began, and at that she twitched, half in excitement, half in fear, both making her even more wet. ''I'm going to write down the number of spanks I think you deserve, you have to guess within three how many that is. Do that and I'll halve the number, miss it and you're going to get double.'' She began to tense, her heart racing as her cunt began to pulse, excited but afraid. ''How will I know you'll tell me the right number?'' she asked, stubborn but no longer angry; she had unconsciously accepted the terms. ''Fair enough'' he said, reaching over to the bedside table and grabbing a pen he wrote briefly in the palm of his hand. Leaning forward he showed her his closed fist. ''The number's in there, now guess.'' he insisted, seeing her frown and chew on her lower lip. She hesitated, unable to commit to a number. How bad an offense was that to him anyway? She had no idea, but was afraid to guess too low a number for fear of doubling the spanking. Damn him! she thought. She opened her mouth stopped....began again, unable to speak, to begin what she desired but was also afraid to endure. And she was even more aware of how wet the entire thing was making her...she sighed in frustration. ''Five seconds.'' he said quietly. Heart suddenly pounding she spoke. ''Ten'', she blurted, eyes now focused on the closed hand in front of her. Slowly he uncurled his fingers. The sweat smeared words read: 'your number plus four more'.