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CHERRY SLAVE GIRLS [ part 3 ] A Naughty Girl I slowly got dressed and after arranging my hair so I looked good for him, I made my way to his study. It wasn’t very long before Sir Michael arrived and asked me to be seated next to him. He opened up his briefcase and pulled out his riding crop. I began to tremble as he said, “Julie, four times this afternoon you questioned my authority and did not obey my requests immediately. I will not tolerate such blatant disrespect for my authority. You promised that you and Jamie would comply with my requests, and so you are going to be punished for your protests of disobedience. Now being the good little submissive girl that I know you are, bend over my desk and grasp the other side, so that you may receive your punishment for disobeying me.” My stomach began to knot up. I knew he was right and I knew I had this spanking coming, even though I thought he was going to let my protests earlier slide by. I guess I was wrong. He stretched me over his desk and made me grasp the far side of it with my fingers and hold on tight. Then I felt my skirt and chemise being lifted. Suddenly as the air blew on my bottom, I remember my tragic mistake. I had been so wet down there after being frigged by him, that I neglected to put my drawers back on. When he flipped my skirt up and saw my bare cheeks, he slapped them hard and said. “OOhhh Miss Julie, you are a naughty girl. Did you leave your drawers off on purpose to seduce me, or are you being a naughty little girl who wants me to take your virginity?” Immediately I squealed out, “Oohh NO, Sir! PLEASE, I forgot! Really I did! I’m sorry! You know I am a virgin and would like to remain as one until I am married. I beg your forgiveness Sir, and humbly accept whatever punishment you give me, only please spare my maidenhead!” Suddenly, SMACKKK….SMACKKK….SMACKKKK…SMACKKK…, He stung my tender bottom cheeks with four stinging blows from his crop. I quivered over his desk, as he gave me another round of four SMACKKKS… Sir Michael continued to spank my bottom in rounds of four, until squealing, sobbing, and crying, I pleaded for “No more, PLEASE, Sir! I’m really sorry! MERCY! PLEASE, Sir!” SMACKKK…SMACKKK….SMACKKK….SMACKKK…., He gave me one last round of four SMACKKKS, and then stopped. My bum was burning hot, like Papa used to make it. I felt a strange almost erotic feeling inside of me, and then I felt my own wetness dripping down my inner thigh. My bottom felt like it was glowing bright red and I knew my pussy was even wetter. What’s even worse, is that Sir Michael had enjoyed making me that way. Even though my bottom stung, I was captivated by this man and secretly hoped that he would make me cumm for him again. |