Page 14 of Bronson

“I guess I’ll just find out for myself.” Linking a finger into their elastic waistband, I ask, “Do you want me to stop?”

The answer should be yes.

But her body has already made its choice.

“No,” she whispers.

“Then tell me I may touch you.”

Her voice is a whisper. “You may touch me.”

“Good girl.” I slowly savor the sigh as I pull the panties down.

I stop just where the curve of her ass meets the tops of her thighs, leaving them there.

Such a beautiful sight. Her round, full globes are turning rosy from the spanking. The pink panties sit just below in a tight roll. Fabric is gathered between her thighs. Placing one hand on the inside of each thigh, I give just a touch of pressure, spreading her legs.

A smile crosses my face—I receive no resistance from her.

I can feel her breath quicken with the shame of her pleasure as my fingertips wander between her parted thighs.

My cock hardens against her belly as I press her pussy over her panties.

It’s just as I suspected.

She’s soaking wet.

She sucks in a gasp as I press harder.

I can’t seem to stop myself. Now, my finger is sliding beneath the bunched-up fabric. My skin meets her slick juices. I want to put my finger to my mouth and taste her. Instead, I plunge my finger within her. So tight.

She croons and squirms. Wanting more. I pull it out, pushing it in again. She moans and the walls of her pussy tighten around my finger. I leave it there, teasing. “Naughty, naughty girl. Am I not spanking you hard enough? You seem to be finding too much pleasure in your punishment. Should I take off my belt and stripe your pretty bare ass instead of using my hand?”

“No!” she cries out in protest. But her hips grind into my lap. “Please don’t spank me with your belt!”

Now, I have no choice.

I pull my finger from her. She gives a disappointed whine of protest. “I’m sorry but you’ve been very, very bad. I must be thorough with your punishment.” My hand strokes the bare skin of her bottom. It’s warm and soft. Goosebumps rise on her flesh. There’s a shiny streak of her arousal from my touch.

“I’ll be good. I promise. I’ll never steal again!” she cries.

I chuckle at that. She will surely steal again. I hope I’m the one who’s lucky enough to catch her.

Hearing my laugh changes her demeanor. She goes from apologizing to shouting in a single second.

“Don’t you dare! Who do you think you are, anyway? Spanking me, laughing at me, then—Ow!”

My hand comes crashing down on her bare ass. I watch her flesh as it jiggles.

Time for a proper spanking.

Without another word, I take my hand to her. Spanking in quick succession, I keep up a rhythm. Right, left, right, left. My palm’s stinging as I carefully cover every inch of that bare, beautiful ass.

Her hips tearing back and forth, she cries, “How dare you! Who do you think you are?” She presses her hands into the arms of the chair, pulling her upper body upward as if to get away.

I keep spanking.

The light pink is turning into a bright cherry red.