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y," he said. "Why don't you show me what you've got on
under that skirt and jacket."
I stepped into the middle of the room while he settled onto the couch.
I began to sway my hips and shoulders, doing a sort of a strip tease,
while I unbuttoned my jacket and pulled it off. Then I unzipped the
skirt and dropped it to the floor. He smiled. I was wearing a black
basque, stockings, and pumps. I ran my hands down my hourglass figure,
my palms gliding over the sides of my full breasts, in at my waist,
and back out at my hips. I flicked my long reddish brown hair back
from my face with a toss of my head and gazed at my love with firey
green eyes. This was not a new outfit, since I have a hard time finding
lingerie that will fit my large chest, but it was quite pleasing to us both.
"Come over here, slut," he said, getting into his Top voice. "Lay
your body over my legs and get ready. I'm glad you had enough
foresight to skip putting on panties. Now, I'm not sure how hard
to spank you with this yet, so we'll start out slow and I'll keep
hitting harder until you call out your safe word. If you can
take it, you'll get my birthday spanking, okay? Do you think you
can take 27 blows?"
I nodded and hugged his
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