Can I have my panties back now Sir?

“Can I have my panties back, Sir?” 

Not a question you are likely to hear at polite dinner parties, but one that lots of us girls have been obliged to ask from time to time, generally with lowered eyes and raised expectations as to what might happen next.

 

We’ve all been there. For the female of the species  seeing our lover get that determined look in his face as he grabs us by the wrist and announces that this time we  really have gone too  far and it’s his simple duty to give us a good spanking for our own good is a moment that awakens all our sense like no other. The next few minutes will be humiliating and painful, but oh so arousing and we are torn between fighting and melting. A second ago  were having the time of our life, practicing our cock teasing techniques and wondering if we might try out similar tricks on that rather gorgeous new guy the office,

and the next minute we’re struggling over his knee with our skirt pulled right up and everything on display.

 After investigating out upturned bottom and the gossamer of our sexy new knickers for a second he sets in, a few exploratory slaps  to get his eye  and then begins a rhythmic spank, spank, spank, on our sensitive derriere as we gasp and squeal. Could it possibly be more demeaning? We are a woman with a life and a career and he’s treating us like a naughty little girl from the nineteen fifties and he’s so enjoying himself you know that his could go on for a good while.

But it gets even  worse.

“I think,”  he says, his voice chocolaty with self satisfaction, “ To teach you a proper lesson I need to spank you with your knickers down!”

You protest, of course you do, but nothing is going to stop him now, and slowly and lasciviously he pulls them down and your have been reduced to a squirming protesting little brat,

upturned, helpless and bare bottomed for the next stage of your ritual punishment.

He’s seen you naked time and again, but never has  your  vulnerable little bottom ever felt  so bare and defenceless, framed by your  up turned skirt and lowered knickers that are clinging there about mid thigh and making you look so stupidly schoolgirlish as you struggle helplessly across his knee.

When he sets in to the next stage of your chastisement his horny hand  is spanking its punitive message on your naked flesh and it burns and stings and this is no longer a game and suddenly  you realise that he’s right. You are a wicked little cock teaser and you do deserve this and in the strangest way it is doing you good.

“I’m sorry, Sir!” You call out. I’m really sorry! I promise to be good girl from now on!”

And maybe it’s almost over! After exacting further promises from you, some of which are an excitement in their own right, he brings it to a close. You’re sitting on his lap now and the two of you are kissing and murmuring the sort of endearments  that you know will lead on to the wonderful  horizontal pleasures yet to come.

But there’s still one final humiliation . As you sit there, contrite and compliant, he starts to drag you knickers right down till he’s peeling them off completely.

“I think,” he says, his urgent member  pulsing underneath your glowing bottom, “ I think the lesson will sink  in better if you spend the rest of he day without panties on.” And he looks at you with burning eyes. “You can come to me later ask for them back”

And you know, and he knows that you know,  that this will turn into  yet another long and arousing scenario that could go so many different ways. And you can’t wait!