There is only one way to find out how the following story ends. Go on, take the star part. You will enjoy it without fail:
After what seems an age, but in reality was only a few minutes, you are summoned and with a glance of the eye, instructed to lie across the knee of the man sitting quietly and composedly. Your fingers stretch as you try to find support, while keeping your toes on the ground. When will it start?
You feel your skirt being gently lifted and folded back and a hand sweetly caressing your bottom through the silk of your panties. This is relaxing, comforting as the hand gently squeezes each cheek in turn.
Suddenly, without warning, a sharp slap, heard almost before it is felt, but almost immediately the pain dissolves as the hand once more caresses and massages. Another slap, on the other cheek this time; followed once more by the sensitive caress. This is repeated several times, lulling you into a sense of security and relaxation until slap one cheek, slap on the other, back and forth, the pain lagging behind the strokes, until once again the hand is massaging, the sensation more intense this time.
You feel your panties smoothly sliding over your buttocks and down your legs. "Now" a voice says, "it is time we began ........"
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