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"I'm not a dog, y'know," Butch replied, although he sounded a little preoccupied at that moment.
"Yeah? Well, your name makes you sound like one." She stroked the small of his back, then groped his ass until her fingernails left red crescents in his skin. He bit back a very quiet noise, not quite a whimper.
He was so warm and heavy on her lap. She felt his breathing quicken, so she tapped his ass with the hairbrush, just to get his attention. "Say 'I'm sorry for being an idiot'," she told him.
"W-what?"
"You heard me." El spanked him so hard that the distinct outline of the brush was left visible on ass for a few seconds.
"Owww." El couldn't see his face very well, but she caught him screwing his eyes shut. "I'm sorry," he said.
Somehow she managed to stop herself from grinning. She smacked him again, because it was fun. "Louder!"
"What the fuck, woman... Oh fine, whatever - I'm sorry for being an idiot," he gasped.
"Again." Thwack.
Butch gritted his teeth. His voice wavered. "I'm s-sorry."
Thwack. "Again."
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry I..." Butch paused, and swallowed hard - there was almost a plaintive note in his voice when he spoke again. "...Oh fffuck." Having exhausted his self-control, he came against his own hand.
El felt something warm and sticky land on her thigh. She considered making him lick it off, but decided to be nice. She continued stroking the small of his back until his orgasm passed. He then relaxed, and seemed quite content to just lay there and let her make a fuss of him.
"Dude," El said. "I'm getting cramp in my right leg."
Butch grunted, and remained sprawled over her lap. He was even less co-operative after getting his rocks off than he was normally.
El prodded him with the hairbrush's handle. "You could at least take my panties off and give them back to me now."
Bedgrudgingly, he complied, fidgeting in a half-assed sort of way as he removed the undergarment from around his knees. He passed the panties to El, and she reached between his legs and used them to clean off his dick, making him squirm again. If nothing else, it motivated him to get up, just to escape from her.
He sat down (very carefully) an arm's length away, out of reach. "So..." he said, as coolly as possible, as if he hadn't just presented his ass and allowed himself to be spanked silly. "How come you know what a safeword is?"
El shrugged. She'd engaged in stranger pillow-talk before. "After I got kicked out the Vault, I spent a while drowning my sorrows in Megaton. I mean, the place had the first bar I'd ever seen in my entire life - you know what that's like. Anyway, there was a hooker there with some good stories."
"Did you have low-down dirty lesbian sex with her?"
El refrained from answering, because she didn't want to hear Butch make unfunny jokes about rug-munching for the rest of the month. "How's your ass?" she asked.
"Doesn't hurt," he blatantly lied.
"Well, at least it now matches the color of the panties."
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