"I'm not getting undressed, but I do think I'll change into something else."I'm not getting undressed, but I do think I'll change into something else." After Cheryl left the room, I pulled my shirt off and sat down to untie my shoes. My socks came next, and then my pants. I piled my clothes on the end of the sofa, but decided to keep my jockey shorts on. I'm not ashamed of my body, but I wanted to keep whatever dignity I could for as long as I could. Everything that had happened since Cheryl had called this morning still seemed unreal, but here I was, standing almost naked in a girl's apartment, heading for her bedroom. It was a great scene, except I wasn't going in to make love to her, but to let her spank my ass. I walked into Cheryl's bedroom and my eyes almost popped out of my head. She was standing by the foot of her bed, and she had indeed changed clothes - she was wearing one of the tiniest string bikinis I'd ever seen! It was an aqua color, and it covered only a few square inches of an absolutely luscious body. Obviously, no one at the company knew much about the uptight young lady who cut their checks. I stood there gaping at her, and despite the absurdity of the situation, I could feel myself getting hard almost instantly. "I told you to leave your clothes in the other room," Cheryl snapped. I started to reach for the waistband of my shorts, but then she noticed my erection. "Keep them on," she said quickly. "I'll take them off when I'm ready. But from now on, you do exactly as I tell you." She walked over to a dresser and picked up a wide, flat- backed hairbrush. It was made out of some kind of dark wood, and looked heavy. She went back and sat on the end of the bed, her legs just dangling over the edge, knees about eight inches apart and feet not quite touching the floor. |