'Throw 'm in this bag, I don't want to see 'm anymore!' When my ass was burning, she told me to stand up and get rid of all my clothes. 'Don't! Ever! Turn! Up! Again! In! These! Filthy! Boys! Clothes!' 'Why! (Spank) Don't! (Spank) You! (Spank) Listen! (Spank) When! (Spank) I! (Spank) Tell! (Spank) You! (Spank) To! (Spank) Do! (Spank) Something!' (Spank), she said, while reddening my bottom. She wasted no time, her hand was coming down hard on my cheeks. I pulled down my trousers and shorts, sank on my knees and leaned over her legs. Mistress was about to give me a sound spanking. Her skirt was extremely short.įrom where I was standing, I could see her breasts almost spilling out of the very tight little black jacket she was wearing, with her long bright red hair flowing past her shoulders, resting on those magnificent breasts.īut there was no time to enjoy the view. Her stocking tops were showing, so were the garters. 'Pants down', she said, while she tapped her hands on her legs. And what are you wearing? Pants and a T-shirt.' She pushed me away in disgust. 'What did I tell you last time? No boys clothes.' She grabbed my chin and pulled me over, so that her fiery red lips were close to my mouth.
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