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... knee. Kathryn clutched the bedspread, bracing herself for the spanking to come.

‘You’ve got a very shapely and ample bottom, Ms Rycroft.’ Given his appreciative tone, she took that as a compliment.

‘Tha—’ Before Kathryn could complete her thanks, the man continued.

‘I shall need to spank you quite firmly to have a proper effect.’

Charming! thought Kathryn, indulging in sarcasm that she wouldn’t dare utter out loud right now.

He ran his hands across the cheeks of her bottom, relishing the task. Kathryn wriggled, moving towards his crotch. She found what she was seeking: his rigid erection, now pressing into the side of her bottom. As if in annoyance at her having detected his arousal, he withdrew his hand swiftly.

Thwack!

The first spank was much sharper than Kathryn had anticipated. ‘Oww!’ Kathryn uttered an involuntary objection, and her hand swung back, in reflex, as protection.

‘I’ll have none of that nonsense!’ He was quick to pull her hand away. ‘You’ll stay as still and silent as possible. Understand?’

‘Yes.’ Kathryn said. This was much more challenging than she’d hoped.

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

He was spanking in a rhythm. Kathryn gripped the bed clothes hard and bit her lip.

He smoothed down her skirt and patted it. ‘Right, now you can get up and remove this. Quickly!’

Kathryn rose to her feet and felt for the clasp on her waistband. She hesitated as she was about to drop her skirt, remembering her choice of sheer panties and a ...

... matching sheer bra that morning. She’d left her bush to grow rather full of late; he’d see everything. ‘Oh, do get on with it!’ He grabbed her waistband and whisked her skirt to the floor. Kathryn stepped out of it, trying to preserve her modesty by covering her hairy cunt with a hand. ‘Take off that jacket and blouse while you’re at it, quickly.’

Kathryn let her jacket drop to the ground. She unbuttoned her blouse from the bottom up, trying to cling to the last scraps of modesty for as long as possible. It was futile. ‘Come on!’ Kathryn felt the chill of the air-con stiffen her nipples as her blouse fell away. She tried to cover her see-through bra with an arm. ‘Put those hands on your head, young lady; it’s time I searched you. Now get to your knees.’

He helped Kathryn to the floor and stood before her, moving her hands to her side before working his fingers through her hair. Kathryn recalled the nit nurse at school. He checked every inch of Kathryn’s thick locks to ensure she’d concealed nothing. As he worked, Kathryn looked straight ahead at his cock straining in his trousers. She was desperate to set it free but kept her hands still.

He bent down behind Kathryn, took her gently by the waist and helped her back to her feet.

Kathryn could hear him retrieving things from his case. She dared not glance back, though she was desperate to know what he was fetching. Kathryn shuddered at the unmistakable snap of silicone gloves as he drew them onto his hands. Her heart ...