Right on the verge of tears; it was a little more than I thought it would be!Yes, spanking aroused him. Just like my father, my uncle and a few other ...uys – I’d been bouncing on Bill’s hard cock while he spanked me.He led me to the bed where I lay on my side, watched him undress, while I rubbed and clutched my stinging ass. Everything back there was stinging and throbbing like hell!He held me, kissed me for a few minutes as I slowly calmed down. Bill lubed us both, finger fucked me a little. Unexpectedly, the dancer placed a small peck onto Kimberly's cheek before whispering into her ear, "I'm Aradessa," she said quietly. "Aradessa," Kimberly repeated with a smile as she touched her cheek. Seeming to come out of a trance, she shook her head and refocused before replying, "I'm Kimberly." Aradessa placed her arm into Kimberly's and escorted her to a nearby seat. She then lightly pushed Kimberly into the seat, seating herself onto her lap. "I hope you're enjoying your time here. “A beautiful city,” Ari said. There was a fond light of remembrance in his eyes. “I was there in my youth, all too briefly I’m afraid. Tell me, friend,” the portly innkeeper whispered as he leaned closer. “Do the Beringardian women still favour the same fashions?”“Aye,” Smythe replied with a wink. “They seem to grow more daring by the day, in fact.” Aran made a mental note to ask Smythe about Beringard later; the big Paladin had never mentioned the place before. Aran knew it was a provincial. A micro-mini, zipping up the side, I pull it up over my nylon clad legs to discover it hardly covers my stocking tops. The smallest lean forward will expose my suspender clips for all to see, along with the white flesh of my upper thigh. When I pull the zip up it hugs my buttocks like a second skin, clearly showing the thin lines of the suspender straps underneath.Shoes next, lovely they are, glistening black patent leather, four inch heels which taper to spikes. I slip my nylon sheathed foot.