Now every time she put her stockings on, she remembered that night… She’d been ordered to drop to all fours. Birch had been ...ilent, inspecting her, nudging the inside of her leg with his foot to tell her to spread her legs wider. The air was cool and delicious on her wet cunt as she obeyed. Still, he said nothing. She heard the sound of his belt being unbuckled. What would he do? She wished he’d speak. Unable to see, Emi had fully expected to feel the head of his. "Janet took a deep breath and then explained, "I have been involved for several years. I find it quite exciting in fact.”Samantha was intrigued. She reminded herself that she had sometimes even wondered what it would have been like to spank someone. She often recalled those times that she had watched friends being spanked and even joked with her friends once they had recovered a bit about whether she should deal with them if they were naughty in future. It had never gone beyond the joking phase. “Your biggest mistake was looking at my wife,” I casually tell the middle aged man as he groans, leaking a trail of blood behind him, his face grinding along the dirt and gravel. He had the audacity to stare at Victoria’s ass as we passed him and his wife on the path. We would’ve jumped them either way, but the extra pain I inflicted, well that was for the creepy look in his eyes. “You understand your situation then, right? You’ll hide here until dark. Then you’ll turn yourself in, tell them. Which was golder? Ho, could she find out? She giggled again. Carver leaned over her and asked what was so funny. She giggled like a child, wouldn't tell him, acting coy. He shrugged, bent down and kissed her. There seemed to be an animal musk about him. She continued to stroke his arm, squinting to keep it in focus. She rested his hand on her shirted belly, for convenience. In a moment she felt his fingers insinuate themselves between two button spaces. Casually she popped the three lower.