by Hecate (hecate@newsguy.com)

Camille had spent all morning getting ready for her appointment. She put on, first, a pair of translucent silk panties, and then some sheer silk stay-up stockings. She loved the feel of the silk as it caressed her body. It moved against her, brushing lightly so that she felt small goosebumps everywhere it touched, leaving her skin feeling enervated with sensation. Next was an almost transparent white silk blouse. This brushed her breasts as she moved, tingling against her breasts, making her nipples start to engorge. The aureoles were visible through the silk as her breasts pressed against it. Over this she was going to wear a silk and wool suit. Very proper but with the skirt just a little short, though still covering the tops of her stockings, and a v-neck jacket that showed her blouse and her cleavage, but covering her where her nipples showed through the blouse. Then a pair of patent black leather shoes to complete the ensemble. She looked at herself in the mirror. The image of a businesswoman was reflected back. Only she knew how sexy she felt. How her nipples were grinding against the smooth silk of the blouse, how the silk panties were gently rubbing against her every time she moved, how she was feeling herself begin to moisten with excitement.

The car arrived on time and dropped her at the imposing eighteenth century building. She climbed the steps and into the building. She took the elevator to the first floor, walked along the corridor, and entered an magisterial office through the open door. She closed the door behind her. The figure at the massive oak desk pointed her toward a comfy leather chair and she went to sit down. Now the fun would start. As she sat she carefully allowed her skirt to slip upwards against the leather seat. Eyes were staring at her and the questions began. By now she was excited to the point where her panties were damp. She could feel the wetness between her thighs. Part way through the questions, she complained of the warmth in the office, and removed her jacket, pushing her breasts forward against the silk, her now erect nipples making pink points in the cloth. Half way through she began to open her legs; the short skirt easing back until she was sure enough light was available for the wet patch on her panties to be seen. She rubbed herself carefully against the leather seat; making her panties caress her pussy, pull on her clitoris. She noticed the questioner move one hand below the desk. The questions came faster, breathing faster, diction more strangulated, until an obvious moan came from behind the desk Camille found herself having a small orgasm in sympathy.

The Judge rose from behind the desk, and smoothed down her skirt. She looked at Camille. “Well, that’s the best briefing I’ve ever had, but you’re due for a good spanking when we get home, you little minx!”