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“Then don’t unless I tell you to.”

He moved his hands from her breast down to her torso. He could see her flat belly. Tyler moved his hands against her hips over the material of her skirt to her thighs.

“Did you like how I touched your breasts, baby?”

“Yes.”

“Is there someplace else you want to feel my touch?”

She pulled her bottom lip into her mouth. He loved that. It was a habit she did when she was nervous about speaking her mind.

“Answer him.” Matt placed his hands on her hips.

“Down there.”

“Down where?” Matt asked.

“I can’t say it again.”

Matt cupped her breasts from behind her and she gasped.

He had his face next to her neck as he licked her skin then nibbled on her earlobe.

“Say it.”

Tyler moved his hands under her skirt and between her thighs but not that high.

“Say it now. Where do you want me to touch you?”

She couldn’t say it.

“Turn around. Bend over the table,” Tyler ordered and she complied.

“Hands in position, legs apart, Paula, do not make me say it again.”

She did as she was told and Matt stood there in awe.

She was bent over the round wooden table, her legs spread wide, her skirt lifted up to nearly the crevice of her ass. He couldn’t see her panties, and he wondered if she were wearing any.

“You are to obey me or receive punishment.”

“What?” she asked in a shaky voice.

“This body is ours. We own it.”

* * * *

Paula felt her entire body shake, and anticipation of what Tyler was going to do had her hanging on a thread. She was scared, turned on, and about to explode. Her reaction shocked her. His strong commanding voice and the way Matt stared at her as if everything Tyler said he said, too, made her aroused and overly sensitive.

She waited with her face against the cold, hard wood, her arms behind her head and her ass sticking out. She felt the material of her skirt against her ass cheeks, and she knew that they watched her. As she felt the cream drip from her pussy, she clenched her thighs together.

“Legs apart,” Tyler commanded, and she adjusted her stance.

“You are not following the rules. I told you when I give you an order that you’re to obey it. Understood?”

“Yes,” she nearly moaned.

“Reach back with one hand and pull up your skirt to receive your spanking.”


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