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Flash (exh)

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 went into the building. She took the elevator to the first floor,
walked along the corridor, and entered a 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!"

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