“Easier than I thought,” Tina grinned, massaging her fingers onto Bette’s pants exactly where her partner needed them. She could read Bette’s reactions better than she knew her own. “Maybe you’ll take these off for me …”

What happened next surprised them both.

Without warning, Tina was pinned to the ground by her shoulders – hands pushing at Bette to test the leeway. “Get … off of me!” she laughed, realizing Bette’s control was greater than she would have thought.

“Never underestimate your submissive,” Bette moaned, smiling at Tina’s attempts to release herself. “It will only bring you down …”

Again Tina laughed, already growing tired of trying to free herself from Bette’s powerful arms. “Okay … okay you win. I give.” But she tried once again to push up on those slender yet muscular shoulders, laughing at her own mischievous streak.

“Oh, you give?” Bette teased, “I’ll give you something alright.”

Suddenly Tina was excited for something she knew Bette would try with her – spanking. She surprised herself with that thought, as she had outlined to Bette the day before that she was worried about it. Tina didn’t enjoy pain the way Bette did, and she was curious about the feeling, but cautious about having it at the same time. And yet, underneath Bette in that moment, she was excited by the idea. How poorly would she have to misbehave to have Bette try it on her? Receiving punishment, she thought with her tongue rushing across hot lips, What is she doing to me?! I can’t really want that …

Bette knew not to tease Tina about wanting to be punished – that fact was obvious enough, but she knew her partner would be sensitive about it. Instead, she laid with her and touched her gently.

Tina’s hair covered the side of her face, and her hands were held to the floor once Bette let off her shoulders. She was not accustomed to being held down when she wanted something, but it was Bette on top of her, so it gave her a rush. Her body was reacting to the rougher treatment. Her mind was stirring with possibility. Her legs held tightly to Bette’s hips.

“Stop moving … or you’ll be sorry,” Bette whispered, nudging her nose so gently over Tina’s face that it seemed only to be a playful threat. “So sorry …”