His precum seemed to jet from the tip as he jerked his cock into the soft material. Just the thought of her pussy being where his cock was, was enough...to send him over the edge and with one long stroke he spurted hard into the panties. He was a little ashamed of what he had just done and just how quickly it had happened. He felt so perverted but the pulsing of his cock washed away the shame and guilt and he started to clean up the spunk that had dripped onto his leg.His heart was still pounding. Her voice was soft and high pitched and very feminine, like a talking doll. For an instant I let my gaze drop to admire her cleavage. I snapped my eyes back up to hers before she could notice. "Sorry, I know we already ordered but I forgot something. Could I have an iced coffee?" "No problem, just give me one second." I tried to keep to the same "customer-service" tone I usually did, even though I was dying to flirt with her. I rung her up, and as I poured her coffee, a stream of dirty thoughts. "Get in the corner. I'm getting the Brush."Corner time is it's own punishment. The worst is even though it's humiliating it's also a break. I rub my sore behind, think about what just happened, and yes touch myself or at least press my legs together. In this case I wait for and wish for what's next. The hairbrush is nothing new but this time it's going to be extra hard. I shiver and give myself a little stroke which makes me bite my lip. And I hate to write this but it's so frustrated it. It was a damned good thing we chose a wrist corsage. I didn't dare even think about trying to pin a corsage to what there was of the top of her strapless dress. The wrist I put the flower on was connected to a long beautiful arm. Donna's hair was done in a braid that wrapped around her head like a crown. That left her long elegant neck entirely exposed—right down to where it met her bare shoulders. And then the skin kept going, interrupted only by a thin gold chain with a small pendant holding.