Stephanie sighed. “Oh, I suppose I might as well go first,” she conceded. “After all, this is my party.” Rising from her chair, Janice got her first real glimpse head to toe of the charming woman. A mane of dark curls cascaded down her back and about her face. They were as savage as Janice’s had been before she prudently combed them out. Janice took her for a flagrant tease—no doubt the reason that the dominant man at the other end of the table found her spankable. Dressed in a short red, silk slip dress, it was fair to assume that she wore nothing, or certainly very little, underneath. Each voluptuous curve appeared before the discerning eye suggesting that Stephanie, while trim and statuesque, had quite an ample complement of rear flesh to suit any dominant man’s spanking fantasy
