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Authors: Sommer Marsden, Victoria Blisse, Viva Jones, Lucy Felthouse, Giselle Renarde, Cassandra Dean, Tamsin Flowers, Geoffrey Chaucer, Wendi Zwaduk, Lexie Bay
Tags: Erótica, Sex, Adult, sexy, Erotic Fiction, Lesbian, voyeur, office sex, kinky, victoria blisse, exciting, public sex, HoE, House of Erotica, excite, city, erotic anthology, Lucy Felthouse, smut in the city
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lower register, making it boom and reverberate throughout the kitchen. “I don’t want to be disappointed by a ratty pair of undies when I lift this skirt.”
“You won’t be disappointed, ma’am.” Liddy wiggled her bum, beckoning Gemma’s advance. “I think you’re going to like my pretty panties.”
Gemma lifted that grey woollen skirt, and what she found underneath pleased her immensely. Liddy’s panties were pink. Hot pink, and mesh with a rhumba ruffle on the derriere.
“Do you?” Liddy begged. “Do you like my panties, ma’am?”
“Very much so.”
“I like them too, ma’am. They feel wonderful against my skin.” She turned enough that Gemma could see the splashes of creamy coffee against her pale flesh. When she arched up, droplets fell from her hard nipples and splashed against the table. “Did you want to feel my panties against your palm, ma’am?”
Gemma’s heart palpitated, but her hand remained steady. She accepted Liddy’s invitation, smacking the girl’s ass. Those hot pink rhumba ruffles fluttered as the blow landed, and Liddy yelped. She slid across the table when Gemma spanked her again, knocking the coffee mug to the floor. When it shattered, she cried, “I’m sorry! I’ll clean it!”
“Not just yet,” Gemma insisted, tearing down Liddy’s pretty panties. Her cheeks were a perfect pallid pair, only slightly rosy from the few spankings issued. “You need a little more of what I have.”
“Yes ma’am,” Liddy replied as Gemma’s hand fell against her bare bum. The sound of that slap rang through the lunchroom like the crack of a whip. Liddy hissed at the pain of it, but begged, “Again! Again!”
Smack! Gemma brought her palm down on one cheek and then, smack, right back down on the other. Liddy’s flesh quaked. It was getting pink now, almost as rosy as the girl’s full lips, which puckered into a pout with every oncoming slap. Her flesh recoiled. Her muscles tightened. She gasped and begged for more. Gemma was happy to oblige, but a hand was not enough.
Liddy whimpered when Gemma unbuckled her belt, sliding it deftly through the loops until the leather was free. The girl obviously knew how Gemma’s belt would burn her tender flesh, because she reached back and shielded her ass with both hands.
“Oh no you don’t.” Gemma was half tempted to bind the young lawyer’s hands with her belt, but then she wouldn’t be able to punish Liddy’s ass with it. She looked around the kitchen for something, anything that could be used to secure those errant hands. “Stay right there, love.”
“Yes ma’am.”
Gemma opened the upper cabinets. Coffee supplies and tea bags, mugs and bowls and plates. What was under the sink? Cleaning supplies and... garbage bags? She grabbed one out of the box. It was long and dark green, sturdy plastic. She twisted it into a rope of sorts and laughed. This would do nicely.
“What...?” Liddy yelped as Gemma braided her arms with green plastic and tied her wrists behind her back. The makeshift rope worked like a charm.
“Beautiful,” Gemma whispered. The backs of Liddy’s hands weighed down on her raised skirt enough to keep it in place. Her pink panties had fallen to her ankles, and she wore no hose on her long athletic legs. Her shoes were utilitarian with a chunky heel, but they helped to bring out the muscle in Liddy’s calves, so they could stay.
“You’re really going to do it, ma’am?”
“I am,” Gemma chuckled, though she felt nervous as hell. It wasn’t all cruelty and confidence, not for her. The last thing she wanted to do was actually injure this girl. “My love, it’s going to hurt like the devil.”
Liddy swallowed so hard Gemma could hear the gulp and whine in her throat. “Be gentle with me.”
“I think we’ve gone far beyond gentle already, don’t you?” But Gemma took the girl’s request to heart. When she brought her belt down on Liddy’s ass, she wasn’t as severe as she might have
“You won’t be disappointed, ma’am.” Liddy wiggled her bum, beckoning Gemma’s advance. “I think you’re going to like my pretty panties.”
Gemma lifted that grey woollen skirt, and what she found underneath pleased her immensely. Liddy’s panties were pink. Hot pink, and mesh with a rhumba ruffle on the derriere.
“Do you?” Liddy begged. “Do you like my panties, ma’am?”
“Very much so.”
“I like them too, ma’am. They feel wonderful against my skin.” She turned enough that Gemma could see the splashes of creamy coffee against her pale flesh. When she arched up, droplets fell from her hard nipples and splashed against the table. “Did you want to feel my panties against your palm, ma’am?”
Gemma’s heart palpitated, but her hand remained steady. She accepted Liddy’s invitation, smacking the girl’s ass. Those hot pink rhumba ruffles fluttered as the blow landed, and Liddy yelped. She slid across the table when Gemma spanked her again, knocking the coffee mug to the floor. When it shattered, she cried, “I’m sorry! I’ll clean it!”
“Not just yet,” Gemma insisted, tearing down Liddy’s pretty panties. Her cheeks were a perfect pallid pair, only slightly rosy from the few spankings issued. “You need a little more of what I have.”
“Yes ma’am,” Liddy replied as Gemma’s hand fell against her bare bum. The sound of that slap rang through the lunchroom like the crack of a whip. Liddy hissed at the pain of it, but begged, “Again! Again!”
Smack! Gemma brought her palm down on one cheek and then, smack, right back down on the other. Liddy’s flesh quaked. It was getting pink now, almost as rosy as the girl’s full lips, which puckered into a pout with every oncoming slap. Her flesh recoiled. Her muscles tightened. She gasped and begged for more. Gemma was happy to oblige, but a hand was not enough.
Liddy whimpered when Gemma unbuckled her belt, sliding it deftly through the loops until the leather was free. The girl obviously knew how Gemma’s belt would burn her tender flesh, because she reached back and shielded her ass with both hands.
“Oh no you don’t.” Gemma was half tempted to bind the young lawyer’s hands with her belt, but then she wouldn’t be able to punish Liddy’s ass with it. She looked around the kitchen for something, anything that could be used to secure those errant hands. “Stay right there, love.”
“Yes ma’am.”
Gemma opened the upper cabinets. Coffee supplies and tea bags, mugs and bowls and plates. What was under the sink? Cleaning supplies and... garbage bags? She grabbed one out of the box. It was long and dark green, sturdy plastic. She twisted it into a rope of sorts and laughed. This would do nicely.
“What...?” Liddy yelped as Gemma braided her arms with green plastic and tied her wrists behind her back. The makeshift rope worked like a charm.
“Beautiful,” Gemma whispered. The backs of Liddy’s hands weighed down on her raised skirt enough to keep it in place. Her pink panties had fallen to her ankles, and she wore no hose on her long athletic legs. Her shoes were utilitarian with a chunky heel, but they helped to bring out the muscle in Liddy’s calves, so they could stay.
“You’re really going to do it, ma’am?”
“I am,” Gemma chuckled, though she felt nervous as hell. It wasn’t all cruelty and confidence, not for her. The last thing she wanted to do was actually injure this girl. “My love, it’s going to hurt like the devil.”
Liddy swallowed so hard Gemma could hear the gulp and whine in her throat. “Be gentle with me.”
“I think we’ve gone far beyond gentle already, don’t you?” But Gemma took the girl’s request to heart. When she brought her belt down on Liddy’s ass, she wasn’t as severe as she might have
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