“I told you that when I say something will happen, you can bet it is going to happen. What did I say would happen to you if you covered your bottom with your hands again?” he asked. She kicked her feet in a futile effort to thwart him. He’d only halfway bared her bottom, and he stopped a moment, leaving the panties at half-mast. “Calm down. Kicking only makes it last longer. Take a deep breath and answer my question.” His hand patted her lightly, reassuringly, until she stopped kicking.
She replied softly, “You said I’d regret it. Please—please don’t pull my panties down!” she begged him.
“I see regret is already happening.” He ran his hand across her half-bared bottom. “And what else did I say?”
“You said you would bare my bottom, sir,” she said.
Her face burned as he continued slowly peeling her panties and her jeans down to mid-thigh. “Yes, I did. And I keep my promises.” Then his hands and attention returned to her reddened bottom. His left hand grasped her more firmly around the waist and she felt his right hand caress her bare, red cheeks for the first time. His hand lingered a moment, rubbing the warmth and pain of her spanked skin, running his hand across both cheeks, down her upper thighs, all over the areas he had just punished.
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