“Thank you, Sir.”
“Take off your blouse and hang it up in the closet. Then go get me a beer from the refrigerator.”
She handed him his beer. He took a swig then told her to lie over his lap face up with her back across his thighs. In this position he began fondling her breasts with one hand while holding the beer with the other. He said, “You have nice tits.”
“Thank you, Sir.” This was the first time he had ever complimented her on her appearance. She was pleased—her ample breasts she thought her best feature. She lay there for a time as he drank his beer and watched the game. When the game broke for a commercial he told her to get up and take off her skirt, then get him another beer. As she walked into the kitchen her bared ass reminded her of the caning she was supposed to receive. Sh
