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A Patron of the Arts, Part One - Quinn

Date: 7/29/2016, Categories: Spanking, Author: Boss01, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories

walked over and stood next to Quinn. After a moment of silence, I turned to her and said, “You need to go. I’m closing up now.” She looked at me for a minute, a petulant look on her face, and asked, “What is wrong with these people, Mr. Apiary? Why do they treat me so badly?” “What’s wrong with them!?” I exclaimed. “What’s wrong with you!?” “There’s nothing wrong with me!” she retorted. “Yeah, nothing that a good hard spanking and a good hard fuck wouldn’t cure!” Did I really just say that out loud? “What was that?” The dam was broken. “You’re an eighteen-year old major bitch, and a first-class prick-tease, and you don’t even see it, do you?” Her brilliant reply? “Fuck you! And for your information, I’m nineteen now.” I shoved her face-first over the back of the couch and delivered five hard swats; WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! to her upturned rump, then pulled her back up. At first she just glared at me with that “Is that all you’ve got?” look. But as I glared back, the look in her eyes changed from her initial defiance to a different look, one that said, “Is that all there is?” I took off my coat and tie and draped them over the arm of the sofa. “Lose the dress,” I said. She stared at me; for the first time a look of uncertainty crossed her face. “Take it off, or go home. The choice is yours.” She slowly reached behind her neck and unfastened the collar holding up the halter-style top part. I had assumed that she was going braless, because her nipples had been sticking ... through the fabric all night long. So, I wasn’t surprised that as the top fell to her waist, her naked breasts popped into view. What did surprise me was how exquisite they were. Each was about the size of a large orange, pale and firm with a slight upturn. There wasn’t a bit of sag. Each was capped with a puffy coral colored areola; and, of course, a hard, protruding nipple which looked practically the size of tire valve stem. With the dress still hanging from her hips, she started to reach down to undo the straps to her heels. Doing a quick mental calculation of her height to the back of the sofa, I said to her, “Leave them on. Just lose the dress,” as I took off my dress shirt and folded it over the coat and tie. She looked at me puzzled, then stood back up, reached behind, unzipped the dress, and let it fall to the ground. Now I was surprised again. She wasn’t wearing any panties. I gazed over her naked body. She was incredibly beautiful. Her pale skin was flawless, and she had just the hint of a bush of blonde hair on her mound. Now, I must admit that I hadn’t seen a naked female body in a long time. My wife and I didn’t exactly have a great sex-life when we were younger, and it was practically non-existent the last few years before her death. So, naturally, my cock was now noticeably tenting the front of my dress pants, and I could tell from the look in her eye that Quinn was aware of it. “Bend over the back of the sofa, facing out into the audience, and place your hands on ...