1. You Know What I Have to Do


    Date: 10/26/2017, Categories: Spanking, Author: Boss01, Rating: 9, Source: LushStories

    that better. But then she started to remove the white nurse’s uniform, a tunic and slacks in recognition of the cold weather we were experiencing. She now stood before me in just a matched bra and panties; both sheer white with opaque pink hearts embroidered in. These were my favorites, and she knew it. I started to get an inkling when she said, “Should I leave these on?” “Take off the bra, but leave the panties on,“ I said in a husky voice. Her trembling fingers went to the clasp in front. She unhooked it, and then slowly pulled back the material covering her small, pert breasts. My heart thrilled at their baring, as it always does. The coral areola were already puffy and swollen, the nipples hard. I wanted to pull her to me and lock my lips around one of them while I grasped the other in my hand; but, there was still work to be done. I looked her up and down, finally settling my gaze on the tuft of auburn-colored pubes visible on her mound through the sheer material. She noticed the focus of my attention, and teasingly began stroking herself, as if trying to distract me from my intended course. I sat down on the bed. “Come over here,” I said in my sternest voice. She stood in front of me. I took her hand and pulled her down, so that she was straddling my left leg as I held her waist in the crook of my left arm; her torso and head past me on my left. I locked my right leg around her left, which caused both of her legs to be kept spread, her cute bum sitting high and ...
    presented. I ran my hand over the delicate material covering her ass, and she lightly ground herself into my leg. Without warning, I raised my hand and brought it down smartly on her left cheek. She barley had time to whimper before I quickly repeated the blow, this time on her right cheek. I gave her three more to each in rapid succession as she emitted small yelps and clutched the spread in her hands. I paused, admiring the pink contrast that was coming into view under her panties. She must have thought that the punishment was over, because she started to rise up. A sharp crack across both cheeks at once disabused her of that notion. As she resumed her position, I took the opportunity to run a finger over her covered slit, feeling the moisture seeping through her undergarment. I found her clit and gave it a little push; she replied with a moan and a shudder. I slowly drew the panties down so that her cheeks were now exposed. I ran my hand over them, my finger between them, feeling the heat from my handiwork, as she moaned and shuddered again. Once again, without warning, I gave her a sharp blow to each cheek in rapid fashion. Then, slowly, methodically, I gave her ten more to each cheek, alternating from side to side at a pace of one every two seconds. Now her buttocks were a bright crimson. The left leg of my pants was soaked with her liquid, and the scent of her arousal was sweet and pungent. She was gasping, on the verge of crying, but fought it back. Good girl. I felt back ...
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