Extract from Bare, White and Rosy

Mr Hambling stayed as he was as I made my way back to him, now patient, his basset hound face set in a placid smile, as if taking a young woman’s knickers down and smacking her bare bottom was merely a pleasant but by no means unusual task. Maybe it was, for him, but however many times I get it I can never escape the feeling that spanking is the most inappropriate, undignified, indecent outrage that a man can inflict on woman. It also makes me wet.

‘Down you go,’ he said cheerfully as I got into spanking position across his lap. ‘Bottom up, and we’ll soon have you rosy.’

He sounded unutterably smug, and had begun to hum to himself as he went about the humiliation little routine of preparing my bottom, Wagner of all things and punctuated by painfully intimate comments.

‘Skirt up. You wear a slip, how charming.’

My skirt was lifted, very carefully, and turned up over my back. My slip followed, showing off my stocking tops.

‘What pretty stockings, ah, that takes me back! And such lovely thighs, ever so slightly plump, the way a girl’s flesh should be, so that it bulges around the stocking tops.

He was holding my slip up, the tail of my blouse too, with just the very tuck of my bottom showing and maybe an inch of panty seat, then all of it as he finished his inspection of my stockings and thighs.

‘What a perfect little peach!’ he declared. ‘Percy said you had a delectable bottom, but the half was not told unto me, and I see you’re wearing silk. How delightful.’

He gave me a little pat on the seat of my panties. My face was already burning for the shame of my exposure and grew abruptly hotter as he pinched the waistband of my knickers between fingers and thumbs, lifting the material clear of my skin.

‘And down come the knickers!’ he declared, and peeled them slowly off my bum.

I must have had my panties pulled down hundred of times, slowly, fast, even torn off, but perhaps never with such lascivious satisfaction. He gave a long, happy sigh as my cheeks came bare, and made very sure to strip me properly, inverting my panties around my thighs and giving a little tug to pull the material away from my pussy and leaving me showing behind.

‘Beautiful,’ he said, ‘in perfect proportion to your waist, round and feminine, elegant yet cheeky, firm without being hard, and as smooth as cream.’

He’d began to feel my bottom as he spoke, stroking and squeezing my cheeks with a casual intimacy that had me shaking uncontrollably.

‘And between?’ he queried, and I gasped as my bottom cheeks were hauled wide to show off my bumhole and the rear view of my pussy to his probing gaze.

‘Mr Hambling! You said a spanking!’

‘And a spanking you shall have, my dear.’

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