However, that wasn’t the answer I was looking for.
Smack.
“Are you positive?”
Spank.
“You. I wore them for you,” she groaned.
I caressed her ass.
She sighed lightly, enjoying my gentle touch.
Running my hands up her back and down her legs, I gave her a break. “I thought.”
Spank.
“I thought I made myself clear.”
Slap.
“You are to refer to me as, Sir.”
Smack.
“I'm sorry, Sir,” she moaned.
"I'm sorry too, Suzy. I'm afraid as part of your punishment, I’ll have to confiscate your panties.”
“Please, Sir,” she crooned.
Fuck, I’d have to remember this one for next time. My rock-hard cock stabbed at her through my jeans. Ihooked my fingers around the white lace and carefully tugged them down around her ankles. I’d leave them there for the time being. Her ass looked nothing like Suzy’s, but I had hers in my head.
“Now, I’ve taken your panties, what do you say?”
She had no idea what I was looking for. She didn't answer right away. I hit her naked ass, watching it jiggle. “Don’t you feel like a little cum tart?”
Spank.
“With no panties on?”
Spank.
“On my lap?”
“Yes, I feel like a cum tart.”
“What do you feel Suzy? When you don't have panties on, on my lap. What are you?” I tore my arm back and let it rip. I set her ass a blaze, leaving a huge red hand on it.
It’s like I could hear the tears forming in her eyes. "I...I... I’m your cum tart, Sir.”
“Are you really my cum tart, Suzy?" I asked, my voice strong.
“Yes, Sir,” she barked out like this was basic training. In a way, it was.
“You’re a cum tart alright, but I’ve seen no proof you’re my cum tart.”
Spank.
