I deserve a good whipping, not dismissal. He smiled at the absurdity of it all. Send private anonymous feedback to the author click here to post a public comment instead. Mia had done it before. It simply never occurred to her to challenge her discipline. Three thin deep red lines arose across the lower half of her bottom. It was a backside that cried out to be spanked.
I had told myself when I took this job that I wouldn't date customers. Please Rate This Submission: After his hand had fallen from my pussy, I reached back to stroke my own clit, knowing he was too much in the moment to punish me for moving my hand. There were about a dozen of us field hands and we had each been assigned an area to weed. He would grab me by the hair, pressing his body into mine, and whisper into my ear, reminding me of our respective roles.
But he would ask what I liked, ask for my guidance for his next touch. That was my hand. Our banter sometimes bordered on double-entendre, and I'd noticed him checking me out now and then, but somehow it didn't bother me the way it might with other guys. His warm presence, his body enveloping mine, was a comforting but firm lesson. Stories Poems Story Series.
Login or Sign Up. All day, Dave sent Mia little messages to prepare her for their session. That… that is barbaric! How did this guy always seem to know what I was thinking? It is my prerogative to deal with your lateness so it does not become habitual. He continued looking at his son. Too seedy to be called a honky-tonk, Kribbs was so rundown, even the alkies stayed closer to town.