"Do you want to step on my balls?" Adam asked as he masturbated maniacally on his bed.

"No!" Hannah exclaimed from the doorway of his bedroom. "Why would you say that?"

"Does it disgust you to watch me touching my large cock?"

"Yes, it's disgusting and pathetic," she said, playing along again. "And I don't think it's large at all; it seems rather small."

"Do you think I'm bad?" he gulped as he pumped away.

"Yes, I think you're a bad, disgusting little boy, playing with his cock," she improvised, "in the schoolyard."

"Am I in trouble?" he locked eyes with her.

"Yes, yes, you are in a lot of trouble."

"Are you going to send me to the principal's office?"

"Oh no, she has important things to do and no time for the likes of you."

"Are you going to punish me?"

"I should, you worm."

"Will you punish me?" he continued to pound away.

"Hmm," she stalled, looking around the room. Her eyes alighted on his belt. She picked it up and looped it, glancing over to the bed for a cue. He was still hard and intense.

She walked over to the bed and touched the belt to his ankle. She drew it up the outside of his bare skinny leg. She tapped his inner thigh with it then continued up to his hip and snapped the loop against his bony ass.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry I disgust you."

"Are you? Are you really sorry?" She carefully rapped the knuckles of his jerking hand with the loop.

Something exploded in his twisted brain. He huffed his breath out, "Yes, I'm really, really sorry."

"Roll over on your side, insect." He obeyed without objection. She whipped his ass once then twice. "Now on your back, again." He maintained eye contact and obeyed.

"May I come?"

"What did you say?"

"May I come?"

Relieved, she answered, "Yes, you may."

But he wasn't quite there yet. "Where do you want me to come?"

Hannah sighed. "Here, on your stomach," she raked the belt loop along his 'happy trail'. A few drops of pre-cum appeared on the head of his cock. Finally, she thought. But it took several more jerks before he finally came on himself.

"Look what a mess you made," she said playfully.

"I'm sorry. I got some on your rug. Your expensive rug." His gaze was expectant.

Hannah gave up. "I'm gonna eat the last of your ice cream," she dropped the belt and went to his freezer.

"Wait. What? I don't have any ice cream."

"I see that. I'm going to eat your last banana then."

Adam was silent for a moment. "Do you mean that as a sexual metaphor?"

"No," Hannah said with her mouth full, "I mean you'll have to go to the store to get more bananas."

"Shit."

She leaned in the bedroom doorway. "Do you mean that as a sexual metaphor or do you, like, have to go to the bathroom?"

He could never quite tell when she was playing dumb or if she was really being ditzy. "What?"

"Cause you're out of toilet paper, too."

"What're you, my grocer? Get over here. I'm gonna shove the rest of that banana in your cunt and eat you out."