Over the knee | Holla Dean

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Living in Arizona provides one with a variety of weather within the same season. A winter day in Phoenix can be a balmy seventy-five degrees while less than two hours away are snow covered mountains and ski slopes.

Ingrid and Paul decided to go for a weekend of skiing fun. Neither one of them was very experienced, though Ingrid had a little more time on the slopes under her belt than Paul had. Little did she suspect that she’d be under his belt before the day was done.

Paul was still unsure of his skill and was content to remain on the beginner course.

“Well, this isn’t fun for me anymore,” Ingrid announced after several runs down the beginner slope. “It’s boring, I want to try something a little more challenging.”

“I’m not ready for something more challenging,” Paul replied. “We’re staying here. I don’t want to risk injury by trying something we’re not ready for.”

“What do you mean, we’re not ready for? It’s you that wants to stay on the baby run.”

Paul gave her his ‘look’ and said, “We’re staying on this course, Ingrid.”

Ignoring his warning look and tone, Ingrid stomped her ski bound foot awkwardly and said, “You stay here then, I’m going to the next level.”

Off she went, skiing down to the lift that would take her to the next run, leaving Paul alone and frustrated in his lack of enough skill to follow her. Seething, promising himself that he’d take care of Ingrid’s defiance later, Paul zipped down the beginner run a few more times before returning his skis to the rental center and heading back to their cabin. It was getting late in the day and he knew Ingrid would return to the cabin soon.

There he waited on the tiny porch, drinking hot chocolate with a shot of Kahlua added to warm him up. It was getting even chillier and his hands were freezing. He’d apparently dropped his gloves somewhere and all he had now to keep his hands warm were his pockets and the hot mug.

It wasn’t long before he saw Ingrid trudging towards the cabin. She looked chilled to the bone, but exhilarated from her skiing. Glancing up at Paul, she realized he wasn’t happy with her actions and knew he’d probably be doing something about it later. Putting a smile on her face, she greeted him.

“Hi, honey. I had such a good time! You really have to try the other run tomorrow.” She knew she was babbling, but anything to take his mind off how she’d abandoned him earlier.

Paul put his mug of hot chocolate on the floor next to his chair.

“Come here.”

Ingrid obeyed, not suspecting any overt actions from Paul out there on the porch.

Putting his hands on her hips, just under her ski jacket, Paul asked, “Do you think you should have just left me on the slope like that?”

Uh oh, Ingrid felt a lecture coming on. Lectures were usually accompanied or followed by a spanking.

“But, honey…I was ready for the next level. If you’re not ready, I don’t think you should hold me back.”

“Who’s in charge, Ingrid?”

“Well, you are…but I still…”

“Who makes the decisions, Ingrid?” He interrupted her.

“Um…you do, honey. But…”

Paul had wiggled his fingers inside her waistband, and now he yanked down her ski pants, with her panties, and promptly put her over his knee.

Whack! Down came his icy hand on her bottom.