Renata closed in on the seated man and leaned over him, bringing her face close to his and giving him a whiff of her intoxicating scent. His hand rose uncertainly as if to reach out for her, but she only meant to whisper in his ear:
“How do you want me, Monsieur?”
The master of spanking tried to control his surging excitement. He scrambled to lay the briefcase on the floor at his feet, hurriedly shifted to the middle of the divan, spread his knees and pointed to his lap, not trusting his voice that wanted to plead with the elegant blonde to take her place assuming the classic spanking position.
To Renata, the immediacy of her situation came to her like a bolt of lightning. She was about to be spanked…like a little girl! She almost cried out at the realization; the thought left her weak
