Posts Tagged ‘Spanking’
She had a list in her mind. A list of things she was to do and to remember for the visit. It would be the first visit, after many months of online teasing. She was driving down his street now, checking the numbers, painfully aware there was nothing beneath her short, black dress.
No bra, no panties.
These were the rules. She didn’t always like rules but she’d followed these, for him. She got a tiny thrill out of doing something just because he’d told her to. It pleased him that, in spite of not having particularly submissive personality, she had the yearning to follow his rules.
