’ John was mesmerised by her beautiful face and his pure pleasure at seeing her again. ‘Er… Kelly. How wonderful. Come in … come in,’ he ins...sted. She crossed the threshold into his kitchen where he had spanked her the last time they had been together and thrust the wine bottle at him. ‘Thought we could have a couple of glasses,’ she enthused. ‘Yeah, great,’ he answered trying to take in the stunning sight she had presented to him. Her fair hair was piled up on top of her head and formed a kind. We’re always here for you,” she said in a conciliatory tone.“Great J. I’ll be there in twenty minutes. Thanks,” and I hung up the phone not waiting for a reply. I hadn’t meant to be curt, but I didn’t want the questions that were inevitably coming next. I also didn’t want the bullshit sexcapades right off the bat when they showed up at my door. I figured I’d save that until later.I spent the rest of the drive silently trying to convince myself that I was about to manipulate this situation. Being a slavegirl, she is never permitted to wear trousers. By this point in her slavery, the door lock ritual is a long established, familiar and well practised routine.Getting in the door, she hurriedly punches the time clock, before even taking the key out of the lock and dropping her skirt. What a relief, thirty seconds to spare before she would have started earning strokes. Not that she minds strokes, quite the contrary, but the twenty five from this morning and the five welts from. Still she was a bit hyped up when she got home at four.Nikki and BJ were off doing their after school thing so she made a beeline to her bedroom and stripped out of her working clothes down to her panties. She wanted to look nice—sexy—but she'd told her mom that it was a business meeting so there was that to think about.The black lace panties were sexy.'Too bad nobody's going to see them, ' she mused and chose a pair of black pantyhose.Checking her beautiful firm breasts in the mirror she.