‘As you wish,’ she said. She crossed her legs, to hear the swish of her silk stockings against each other. Again she clenched her thighs together. I might be in danger tonight, she thought, because I can refuse him nothing.
When they got to his apartment he sat her on the sofa and brought her a drink. He put some music on and they sat side by side for a while, chatting of this and that. And all the time she was thinking, he’s going to whip me soon, he’s going to make me cry out with the pain. She could feel the ache between her legs; feel the insistent tingling of her bottom.
At last he took her into the bedroom. He didn’t bother taking off any of her clothes, he simply sat on the bed and pulled her across his knees. He lifted up her skirt and stroked her behind through the thin silk kni
