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‘Come here, stand in front of me,’ he says, motioning with his finger. His dark brown hair flicks over his dark eyes, framing his pale face. I move to stand before him, legs quivering in anticipation. His voice is deep with threat. My toes dig into the carpet, I struggle to stand still, to be good. He reaches forward, unbuttoning my jeans. His hands are beautiful; one source of my admiration. The button undone, he now slowly pulls my fly down, my pink panties peek out as the fabric parts. His eyes meet mine as he pulls the jeans slowly, over the curve of my hips down past my knees until they lie at my ankles.
‘Step out of them,’ he says. I comply. He folds them slowly, never breaking eye contact with me, and drops them on the sofa.
‘Now lift your arms,’ he purrs, and I do. He steps closer, places his hands on my hips and moves them upwards, underneath my white t-shirt. He is caressing my back, dancing over the clasp of my bra. He doesn’t unfasten it. Removing his hands, he reaches for the hem of my shirt and pulls it up over my head. I shiver before him, looking up through my eyelashes. He reaches for my face with his right hand, leaning my head to one side. He kisses my neck, nibbling at the nape. His breath is warm, and my knees weaken. I feel his arms reach around me, this time he does unclasp my bra, and I let it slide off my arms, onto a heap on the floor.
He steps back, dark eyes admiring my body, my nipples perk up as the cool air of the room dances across my skin. He steps closer again, leans down and kisses my chest. His tongue dances on my skin, licking one nipple, then the other. He wraps his arms around me and holds me close.
He moves away again, and sits on the sofa.
‘Come here,’ he says, ‘bend over,’
I awkwardly obey, stretching out over his thighs, my bottom now my most accessible point. His hands smooth the fabric of my panties and he smacks. Quick, sharp spanks rain down on my pink panties and I squirm in his lap. The spanks stop and he runs his hands over my back, from my shoulders down to my upturned behind. He squeezes, making me moan. His other hand runs up my thighs, coming to rest just before reaching my pussy. I feel his fingers probing the hem of my panties and slowly, agonisingly slowly he pulls them down, revealing my reddened bottom. They slide down my legs, until I kick them off my feet. I lie still on his lap, awaiting the next spank. With his left hand he spanks my bottom, harder and harder while his right hand caresses my inner thighs. I open my legs a few inches and he slides his hand further upwards. His fingers gently graze my pussy as he continues to spank me. He cups my soaked slit with his right hand and I buck against it. I’m so close.
He leans down and kisses the back of my neck, and I moan. Slowly he inserts one finger, then another into my waiting slit, pumping them in and out as each spank becomes harder. I groan as I long for release, and hear a moan in return emanate from his lips.
This pushes me over the edge into the deep, sweet oblivion of orgasm. He continues to spank me as I cum, working his fingers in and out of my pussy.
We lie back on the sofa, and fall asleep, his arms wrapped around my shoulders.

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‘Come here, stand in front of me,’ he says, motioning with his finger. His dark brown hair flicks over his dark eyes, framing his pale face. I move to stand before him, legs quivering in anticipation. His voice is deep with threat. My toes dig into the carpet, I struggle to stand still, to be good. He reaches forward, unbuttoning my jeans. His hands are beautiful; one source of my admiration. The button undone, he now slowly pulls my fly down, my pink panties peek out as the fabric parts. His eyes meet mine as he pulls the jeans slowly, over the curve of my hips down past my knees until they lie at my ankles.
‘Step out of them,’ he says. I comply. He folds them slowly, never breaking eye contact with me, and drops them on the sofa.
‘Now lift your arms,’ he purrs, and I do. He steps closer, places his hands on my hips and moves them upwards, underneath my white t-shirt. He is caressing my back, dancing over the clasp of my bra. He doesn’t unfasten it. Removing his hands, he reaches for the hem of my shirt and pulls it up over my head. I shiver before him, looking up through my eyelashes. He reaches for my face with his right hand, leaning my head to one side. He kisses my neck, nibbling at the nape. His breath is warm, and my knees weaken. I feel his arms reach around me, this time he does unclasp my bra, and I let it slide off my arms, onto a heap on the floor.
He steps back, dark eyes admiring my body, my nipples perk up as the cool air of the room dances across my skin. He steps closer again, leans down and kisses my chest. His tongue dances on my skin, licking one nipple, then the other. He wraps his arms around me and holds me close.
He moves away again, and sits on the sofa.
‘Come here,’ he says, ‘bend over,’
I awkwardly obey, stretching out over his thighs, my bottom now my most accessible point. His hands smooth the fabric of my panties and he smacks. Quick, sharp spanks rain down on my pink panties and I squirm in his lap. The spanks stop and he runs his hands over my back, from my shoulders down to my upturned behind. He squeezes, making me moan. His other hand runs up my thighs, coming to rest just before reaching my pussy. I feel his fingers probing the hem of my panties and slowly, agonisingly slowly he pulls them down, revealing my reddened bottom. They slide down my legs, until I kick them off my feet. I lie still on his lap, awaiting the next spank. With his left hand he spanks my bottom, harder and harder while his right hand caresses my inner thighs. I open my legs a few inches and he slides his hand further upwards. His fingers gently graze my pussy as he continues to spank me. He cups my soaked slit with his right hand and I buck against it. I’m so close.
He leans down and kisses the back of my neck, and I moan. Slowly he inserts one finger, then another into my waiting slit, pumping them in and out as each spank becomes harder. I groan as I long for release, and hear a moan in return emanate from his lips.
This pushes me over the edge into the deep, sweet oblivion of orgasm. He continues to spank me as I cum, working his fingers in and out of my pussy.
We lie back on the sofa, and fall asleep, his arms wrapped around my shoulders.