Chapter 52. Locked In

It’s funny how she takes a lot of time to prepare when she wants to meet me, but little time when she’s sneaking out of the house to meet her ex.

Farrah is bent over in the kitchen, hastily tying her shoe laces. The jeans hugs her ass and the top fits snugly to her body. Knowing Farrah and her typical method of sneaking out, she plans to escape using the back door. It’s rather smart, but foolish also, because she doesn’t know I’m behind the back door.

She tucks her phone in her pocket once she has tied her laces. I check the time. 8:30. so she’s thinking of cutting her curfew to meet this ex of hers. Fuck what I said about punishing her. I’m going to spank her ass so hard, she’ll be begging me to stop.

I step back just as the back door opens. Her countenance changes immediately once she sets her eyes on me. First it’s shock, then fear. She gulps, taking a careful step backward. I take one forward, and it’s not careful.

“Going somewhere?”

She laughs to c