I saw a frantic craving in his eyes, and I couldn't tell him no. I wiggled off his lap and turned to walk into the house, but a quick grasp on my arm stopped me. I turned back to him with a confused look trying to find out what was stopping him.
“Out here," he demanded.
My mouth hit the ground. I snapped it shut on the inarticulate sounds that came out of my throat as I tried to protest and tried to stop myself at the same time. I knew protesting was the quickest way to get a punishment.
I grasped the button on my pants and quickly twisted it up then slowly pushed them down until I could step out of them then kicked them aside.
I saw his eyebrows raise when he caught sight of my plain white undies. I had packed a crapload of them for this trip, they had been my way of protesting all
