”There is no elegant way to get over someone’s lap, but I ended up as requested, head down, bottom up, and ready for my punishment.“Right, this ...ill prepare your bottom for the rest of your punishment. Please keep still throughout. Your wife requested a thorough bottom spanking and that is what you will get. Anything you wish to say?”“No, I am sorry, Mistress.”“Oh, you are not sorry yet; you will be, though, very sorry indeed.”With that, the first smack landed on my left buttock soon to be. She trembled as he took his time caressing her back, all the while just staring into her face, half-smiling, but never saying a word. Gently, one hand moved around to her belly, tenderly stroking and then massaging her womb. Her breath caught in her throat as his fingers pressed down on those sensitive areas, causing his smile to grow as he watched her pleasure. After several minutes, she pulled herself away and reached down to examine him. He sucked in a breath as her small hands wrapped. Moira had the figure of an athlete, slender and tall, with subtle curves and very modest, though exceptionally well-formed breasts. Valerie was built not much differently from Moira, though her hips were rounder and her breasts fuller, they both had stunning bodies. They knew it too, and were happy to expose themselves to each other like this.They then fell back on the couch, naked, the smooth, one's warm skin pressing against the smooth, warm skin of the other. Fingers ran amok, drifted. A slender, shapely hostess bad us good evening and, at Kerry’s introduction, she smiled and said “You’re here to see Rick. This way please.” She led us to an opulent office adjacent to the reception desk. “Rick? Kerry Wilcox to see you… and Mr?” “Smith,” I said fumbling for a name. Kerry shot me a glance. “Kerry! How nice to meet you at last!” A tall, youthful man stood from behind a large wooden desk. I guessed he would have been in his early thirties. “Please take a seat.” He motioned to a.