Turn it down!

“Can you turn it down?!” snapped Cass, her head in Michael’s lap as they watched a film.  Michael turned it down.
“Not that much!” she complained, “I can’t hear it now!”
Sighing, Michael adjusted the volume and reached over Cass’s head for some popcorn.  “Don’t eat it all, I’m here too you know,” she complained.
“Just stop whining will you?” he said. He’d made them dinner, got her a drink and they were now enjoying a film, or trying to, but she was complaining. Cass moved over to her own seat in a huff. She hunched her shoulders and when he put out a hand, she moved away.
“If you don’t stop complaining” he said softly, “I’ll turn you over my lap right now and give you a good spanking.”
Cass, who normally enjoyed being over Michael’s knee, didn’t answer. Her face remained sullen and she stared ahead at the telly.
“Cass?”
“What?!”
“I’ll make your bottom bright red if you keep acting like a brat!” Continue reading