The hem of the skirt tickles as it rises up and over
goose bumped cheeks cupped by white cotton
and then fingers spread into the flight of a tentative spank.
The second innocent tap and then the third and her hips rise
to meet the hand in a greeting that says, go on, go on.
The very next day she goes to her wardrobe and dresses to suit
her playful mood.
It had taken long enough but finally it seemed that she had snagged
her spanker and she was going to do all she could to keep him on side.
A bit of role play might just do that.
Those blue knickers would play their part, up and down.
And she had a few ideas to keep him interested.
What she wanted was that scorched rear end, a lot of sex and then that happy ever after feeling.
Mmm yummy. I am a little mad at myself for not documenting my first time.
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