It wouldn't be special. I had given mine away so freely and regret it. I didn't want her to feel the same thing.The banging against the wall starts up... again. I don't know how to respond without upsetting her. I down my drink then have another. I don't like this.She grabs at my belt. My hand goes over hers to stop her."I don't think you want to do that," I warn.I'm already struggling to hold myself back. She was trying to ruin my restraint, but her green eyes are fiery."I think I do," she says. ..punish me, sir, so I’ll remember.” “That’s much better. I consent to spanking you until I’m certain you learned your lesson. Now, I’m going to check that you’re properly dressed. Stand and lift up your skirt.” “Oh, sir, must I? I’m wearing panties. I always do, and you’ll see them while you spank me anyway.” “Stop this useless protesting. If you’re not properly attired, your punishment will be increased. If you are, there is no penalty. Up!” Slowly, Sandy got up and raised her short, pleated. In one long, forceful stroke, I ran my hand from above my clit down past my hole. The longing within me grew fiercer. I started one of my favorite moves, picking a bit of skin around my clit and pinching it, rubbing it, wiggling it around. The slow fire burning within me grew hotter, fiercer. The tingling began, and I let out a soft moan. I knew I could bring myself to an orgasm right now, but despite my deep longing, I didn’t want to. Not yet. Reluctantly, I withdrew my fingers from my pussy,. She sat on the table and spread her legs, her breast hanging just right. I pushed her back, placed her feet on the table, and spread her legs wider. With the palm of my hand I started rubbing her swollen lips. Her hard clit peeked between her folds. She was soaking wet. With my fingers I separated her folds and brought them back, gently stimulating her erect clit, and stuck two fingers up her pussy; she purred. I slowly and steadily started to finger fuck her, sliding in knuckle deep. After a.