There his hands moved in, the button at the tops of her jeans.There his hands moved in, the button at the tops of her jeans. He slowly undid the button, then pulling the zipper down...down...down...the sounds sounding distant and far away because of the shirt around her head. All she could see was a little circle of light, and all she could feel was his hands on her body. The hands went back to their tugging, but this time they were tugging the shirt out of her jeans. The hands went to work on the buttons of her blouse, slowly caressing the skin that was exposed as the shirt fell to the sides. After a few moments he returned to tugging on the jeans, this time to remove them. Followed by the rest of her clothing. Then suddenly he pulled her across his lap, face down. As she lay face down in his lap, she started to think of what would happen. From previous "spank- ings" she knew she could expect anything, from just a light cursory slapping, to full, cheek reddening hits with a brush. She hoped it would be the first and not the second, though she remembered how he "made up" to her after that time too... "Now for being such a late girl, I'm going to make you wait," he said, "and this will be quite interesting for us both." SMACK! The first blow of his hand landed right on the middle of her ass, the globes flattening from the impact of his hand. He could see his hand print for just a second, then it slowly faded away... "Ouch!" she yelped, and tried to clench her cheeks together and move them away from his hands. |