July 2, 2016
“Palms on the coffee table,” he said.
He lifted her sheer dress, slid down her sheer panties, admired the slim roundness.
“What are you going to do to me?” she said. There was mischief in her tone.
“Do you think this a joke?”
“No, master,” she said, but the mischief remained. He’d been right. She needed discipline.