And those jeans exhibited just the right amount of wear at that sexy "sit spot" to produce a bull's eye.And those jeans exhibited just the right amount of wear at that sexy "sit spot" to produce a bull's eye. I imagined the concentric circles of target, and what fun it would be to watch those buns wiggle as I smacked them! She knew exactly what she was doing. When I came by, she would cast a quick glance, and bend over slightly, examining some object. She didn't look back at me until she had finished examining the antique. Once, she grabbed her knees to examine a chair closely. Sometimes she'd do a little "dance" while feigning interest in a piece for sale. While she went thru her little ritual, I happened to notice an old razor strap for sale. I picked it up and examined it. She immediately reacted, and came over to the table. She took her time, stopping to handle an object enroute. Very nonchalant. Certainly not chasing after me! She gave me one of those glances, flashed that naughty smile, and asked, "What do you plan to do with that?" I was lost for words--rare for me! "I like leather," was my reply. We chatted briefly about antiques. And she mentioned that today was her birthday--she was 23. She looked 23, except for those eyes and that smile. They betrayed a depth of character hidden by her cheerleader like features. I suggested we have lunch after looking around a bit. She agreed, and we spent about an hour looking at antiques, chatting, and thoroughly enjoying one another's company. But I couldn't keep my eyes off those buns, and although she pretended not to notice the glances I stole while she looked at antiques, I knew she knew. Looking at antique kitchen implements was a real trip. There were paddles and cutting boards galore. As I picked each up, I considered its potential application as a spanking implement. Specifically, I imaging whacking Alyse with each. She picked up one paddle, almost caressing it. "I want this one," she said. "Why don't you buy it for me?" She sounded like a little girl. I couldn't believe it. |