Dressed in lace thigh highs with matching p******, I’d crawl into Your lap. Hiding under Your shirt I’d massage and kiss Your skin; Your arms wrapped around me, You’d ask, ” what’s wrong, baby girl?” Shaking my head, I tuck my knees to my chin and refuse to come out of Your shirt. Taking a guess You inquire, ” does My little need help letting it out?” Slowly, I lift Your shirt but You swiftly pull it over Your head and throw it across the room. Looking into your eyes I nod, ” yes, Sir.” Laying me over Your knees You grab at the p****** on my a**; You lightly spank me once and top it off with a slap that leaves a handprint. Yelping, I tense up but groan as the sting lingers. Without a moment lost You continue till my a** is as red as a strawberry; Your fingers occasionally slipping inside my p******. Tears have fallen down my ivory cheeks but my princess parts are soaked. When You are finished You wipe my fears away with a kiss, saying. ” that’s My good girl.”
