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Date: 12/14/2015, Categories: BDSM, Author: Elochai644, Rating: 7, Source: LushStories

and you cringe in response. I draw my lips closer to your ear and growl menacingly. "Three strikes, Kitten. Three wrong answers. Now, hands on the desk in front of you, face straight ahead." I watched as your hands, shaking slightly, moved from your side and gripped the edge of your desk. I removed my hand from your shoulder and let it trail down your back, walking along your spine. As I passed over your lower back, I pressed down with my palm, arching your lower back. Again, my gruff, solemn voice breaks the silence. "Lean forward. Legs apart." This time, however, you detect another inflection in my voice. Desire? No, not quite. Something closer to... hunger. You moved into position almost subconsciously, spreading your legs and arching your back. I exhaled deeply and took a step back, admiring your wonderfully compliant nature, your exquisite pose. I allowed my eyes to travel up from your ankles, over your shaking legs, your skirt now sitting higher than before, the tops of your long socks now visible. There it is again, I thought to myself, as I saw that same flash of black. Instinctively, I reached out, and you jumped forward slightly as you felt my hand make contact with your thigh over your skirt. For a moment. I rest my hand there, enjoying your warmth through the thin fabric, before I begin to raise your skirt higher. "And what do you think this is, Kitten?" I said with a gasp, as more and more of your black garter belt was revealed. "I don't remember telling you to ... wear this." I endeavoured to keep the stern, strict tone in my voice, but even I noticed my voice cracking, the husky, breathy notes breaking through. Without warning, I moved my hand to the base of your skirt and pulled it upwards, leaving it messily wrapped around your waist. You whimpered in shock and fright, and for a second I could see your hands wavering on the desk, considering pulling your skirt back down. To your credit, you remained in that pose, and your eyes never moved from staring straight ahead. Mine, on the other hand, were drinking in the strikingly beautiful sight revealed before me. I stifled a groan as I saw the gorgeous black garter belt clinging to your thighs, the intricate lace patterns on your sheer black panties. As your breaths came quicker and shallower, I savoured the way your back arched and fell with each intake, as if you were tempting me to touch you. It's almost like she's doing this on purpose , I thought to myself, and grinned wickedly. I could feel the need to touch you growing in the base of my stomach, but I shook my head and refocused on the task at hand. Straightening up to full height, I ensured your skirt stayed pooled around your waist, and left a hand against your thigh, now bare save for the straps of your garter belt. The feel of your soft, smooth skin sent shivers down my arm, and the sight of your firm, round ass had my head swimming. "Three wrong answers," I repeated, beginning to pace behind you once again. My shoes clicked ...