Page 44 of The Director's Daughter

“Will I what?”

“S-spank me?”

“Absolutely,” he replied, hugging her tightly, then stepping back he reached into his jacket and withdrew the small, hard, leather strap. “But first, an appetizer.”

Abruptly shifting her sideways and bending her over, he lifted her dress to her waist, admired her skimpy black panties for a moment, then swiftly delivered several stinging swats. To his surprise, except for loud gasps, she hadn’t made a sound.

“Do you want more?” he asked, lightly tapping it just below the area he’d just punished.

But Emma couldn’t answer.

She was beside herself.

Her legs wobbled.

Her breath was coming in short, sharp, gasps.

Her pussy was soaked.

And she was thrilled beyond measure.

“Answer me. Do you want more?”

“I, uh, yes.”

“Yes, please, Sir.”

“I have to call you Sir?”

“If you want more...and I don’t just mean a hot backside.”

“Ooh, yes, please Sir,” she bleated. “They hurt, but I do...”

He swatted her again, but with more force.

“Another?”

“Ooh, yes, please, Sir.”

Lowering the target area, he swished the strap, eliciting a sharp cry.

“Keep your voice down,” he said sternly.

“Sorry.”

“Sorry, Sir!”

“Sorry, Sir.”

“Again?”

“Yes, please, Sir.”

He gave the next swat more bite, and was rewarded with her first wriggle.

“Again?”

“Yes, please, Sir.”

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