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 Posted: Wed Sep 27, 2006 3:22 pm
"You're supposed ta hit me," he insisted. "That's how it woiks." He lowered his hands from his face, tilting his head and planting his hands on either side of him.
"G'wan and hit me awready." He lifted a hand and waved his fingers back at Antony, in a kind of taunting beckon. The sooner this would be over with, the sooner he could go home and gratify himself.
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Posted: Wed Sep 27, 2006 3:30 pm
"Is that so?" The squirrel woman drawled, tails swishing behind her thoughtfully, her expression somehow managing to remain neutral for now. For all he knew, she was honestly considering hitting him. Instead, Antony was trying to figure out his motives.
Tapping her lower lip with her index finger, she smiled brightly up at him. "No," she said pleasantly.
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Posted: Wed Sep 27, 2006 3:35 pm
"Why not?" Anatoli asked, his face falling. "Everyone else hits me when they see me like this."
Was he starting to get a little annoyed? Folding his arms across his chest, he gingerly crossed his legs, resting an ankle on his knee.
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Posted: Wed Sep 27, 2006 3:40 pm
"Because I like c**k, and I know what I'm doing." She had all but admitted that she had been tormenting him intentionally earlier. "And why is it you want me to hit you so bad?"
An expectant look was thrown his way before her eyes shifted downward in a blatent, teasing gesture.
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Posted: Wed Sep 27, 2006 3:47 pm
He squirmed uncomfortably, straightening his back up so he wasn't wound up in a defensive curl. He turned his head away, bottom lip thrust out in something of a childish pout. He was going to get hit one way or another, just so he could extract himself from this dangerous situation!
"'Cuz you're supposed ta." Anatoli was not about to admit his intentions!
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Posted: Wed Sep 27, 2006 3:57 pm
She stood slowly and watched him, studying the situation as she stepped around the coffee table. There was only one reason in which she could think of that he would act in such a way. That he would practically beg her for physical violence.
And so, Antony decided to call his bluff, and then some.
"Okay." She breathed, sitting down on a cushioned, armless chair, the albino woman motioned for him to come over. "Come here," she commanded firmly, waiting for him to do as he was told.
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Posted: Wed Sep 27, 2006 4:03 pm
FINALLY. Anatoli heaved a heavy sigh as he slowly rose off the couch and wandered over to the squirrel. Now that progress was being made, he could eventually go home and see some release. But he was confused... she could have just as easily slapped him in the face right there, why did she have to relocate?
Maybe she was making room for something more unpleasant than an open-palmed hit on the cheek. A kick in the balls, maybe? He feared for the worst and was a bit apprehensive as he sidled up to the chair.
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Posted: Wed Sep 27, 2006 4:12 pm
Without wasting too much time, she grabbed his wrist and gave him a sharp yank onto her lap so that he was hanging over her and the chair. Struggling would only worsen his condition, considering his current location.
"Move and you'll get a knee in the jewels," she hissed in his ear, and then she gave him what he had asked for, kind of. The impacts were not soft, and they certainly weren't relenting. In fact, she wasn't going to stop until... Well, she'd figure that out later.
At least she alternated cheeks...
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Posted: Wed Sep 27, 2006 4:34 pm
That wasn't expected at all. Anatoli is dragged down whether he wants it or not, sprawled out helplessly over Antony's knee like a ragdoll. Once Antony unleashed a series of hard, painful strikes, he didn't once stop to consider that maybe he was getting a little more than he asked for. But then again... he did insist on getting hit, rather than just asking to leave. No, he had to ask to get a beating...
His face was beet red, and shortly after the barrage began the man was howling as he braced what he could against the floor (whether it was a sound of pain or pleasure was up to the listener).
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Posted: Wed Sep 27, 2006 4:57 pm
The howls were taken as the latter, which is why Antony stopped just as suddenly as it all had begun. Leaving her tingling beating hand to rest on his lower back, Antony shifted purposefully in the chair.
"I'll call you a liar if you say you didn't enjoy that," she murmured low in her throat, watching him through narrowed eyes. For now, her one hand remained splayed on the small of his back, while the other continued to hold him down, though her grip had loosened somewhat.
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Posted: Wed Sep 27, 2006 5:29 pm
Once there was a break in the beating, Anatoli was quiet for a few moments to catch his breath. His back side was sore and tingling, but the fact that he didn't resist said quite a lot. With a heaving chest, he meekly looked over his shoulder and the rim of his glasses.
"Then I'm a liah," he said with a stupid grin and a pleasant, languid tone. A very faint hint of tears lingered at the corners of his eyes, most likely from squeezing them shut for so long.
His face was still very, very red.
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Posted: Wed Sep 27, 2006 5:51 pm
She leaned down as best she could, letting her nails trail lightly along the back of his neck, whispering something in his ear. Afterwards, the squirrel woman sat up straight and gave him another quick swat, which wasn't as hard as the previous ones. This one seemed to be more playful.
Again, she shifted in the chair. He was a full grown man, after all.
"Now what?" Antony purred softly, leaning back against the chair casually, allowing her finger trailings to slip into simply a neck massage for the time being.
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Posted: Wed Sep 27, 2006 6:23 pm
He groaned as the squirrel's nails traced down the back of his neck, the hair in that area sticking up at the touch. He let out a purring chuckle at the whispered message, shifting himself a slight bit so he could breathe better after yelping at the little smack.
"I dunno," said he. With a shrug (or as close to one as he could get in his position), he added, "Whadda you wanna do?"
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Posted: Wed Sep 27, 2006 6:42 pm
A smug, ever so amused grin graced her muzzled lips. "Well... I am very good at problem solving." Another lifting of her hips silently pointed out which problem she was in fact talking about.
She didn't want to admit to herself or anyone that this entire situation was being continued mostly for the sake of her ego and self confidence. Though, Antony would admit that he was growing on her. Especially since he was quite pliable... With the right application of force, that is.
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Posted: Wed Sep 27, 2006 6:50 pm
"Are ya?" Anatoli mirrored, moving one of his arms to gently rest a hand on the squirrel's knee. "Whaddya think you're gonna do ta solve this, then?" He patted the outside of her leg, still demurely peeking over his shoulder.
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