Bad Girl

“Bad girl,” Daddy purred and led me to the bedroom. “Look at you dressed like that,” he said his eyes devouring my short skirt and knee socks. “Lift your skirt,” he ordered.

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Natalie’s Punishment

Des kissed Will again, and Natalie wriggled between them. She hadn’t known she could be more turned on, but watching them she was. All the teasing, the two of them touching her has Natalie ready to explode.

She could guarantee there was a wet spot on Des’s couch.  Now he was going to punish her.  Des rose from the couch, “What did you do wrong, kitten?” he asked.

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Natalie self-consciously smoothed her dress down, tugging at the hem.  The dress, with its flared skirt, sat comfortably just above her knees, hardly immodestly short.  Nevertheless, she felt immodest.  She couldn’t believe that she’d agreed to this, but she admitted to herself that the daring of it had her already turned on.

The bar was loud and crowded for a weeknight.  Des was already there.  She wove her way through the crowded bar, dodging patrons and servers alike, to the booth where he waited.  She slid into the booth next to him, carefully tugging her dress down.  He noticed; she just knew that he noticed.

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