Becky sat up in the kitchen chair with an exaggeratedly straight posture. She tried to keep a serious demeanor, but was struggling not to laugh.
Simon sat in the other kitchen chair opposite his girlfriend. She had a mischievous sense of humor that manifested itself in playing silly games, but always with an erotic undercurrent. It was that mischievous streak that led to the current game.
Becky started the conversation saying that she bet Simon was great at playing the game "Simon says" - after all, that was his name. Simon had never actually put the two things together, but knowing Becky as well as he did, he responded, "Bet I'm better than you!"
That started the rules negotiations. Simon was to be the caller. After all, the game was "Simon Says." Every time she made a mistake, she'd go over his knee for 15 seconds of spanking. She laughingly said, "Make it 30. I'm good at this game. You're not going to mess me up."
He tried to put on a "Dastardly Dan" grin on his face, "Very well. 30 seconds for every mistake. Ready to play?"
"Do your worst, baby!"
With that, he began the game.
"Hands on head!" Becky just raised an eyebrow and stayed still. Simon nodded. He didn't expect it would be that easy. "Simon says hands on head!" She whipped her hands up and put them on her head. "Simon says stand up! Simon says touch your toes! Simon says stand back up! Touch your nose!" As he said each one, she hurriedly complied with each one. At his last, she started to move her hand, but quickly put it down. Now Simon raised an eyebrow, "Oh, you're good at this game, are you? Let's raise the stakes. Simon says take off your shirt!"
She stood in front of him for a moment and blushed, frozen for just a moment. "Rules are rules," she thought to herself and started to pull her shirt over her head. She tossed the shirt aside. Her 34C breasts were now shielded only by a white bra. She looked back at Simon expectantly. "Take off your bra!" Becky just smiled.
He resumed peppering her with a barrage of simple orders "Simon says hands straight out! Simon says hands on hips!" He kept up a fast pace for a few minutes, making her move as much as he could. He was trying to wear her out. He paused while she panted.
Simon put on a wicked grin again. "Simon says take off your pants."
She blushed again, but slowly moved her hands to her waist and unsnapped her pants, then peeled them down her hips and stepped out of them. Seeing Becky stand there demurely in her bra and panties made his cock start to stir. He adjusted his pants and Becky smiled.
"Simon says jog in place! Simon says raise your arms! Simon says stop running! Hands on hips! Simon says turn to your left!"
Simon stopped. Becky held her hands firmly in place on her hips.
"Becky, why are your hands on your hips? I didn't say 'Simon Says!'"