Teaching you a lesson
My, my. You know I love it when you wear stockings. They accentuate your thighs. I want to squeeze your thighs. Just looking at them has me salivating and sucking my teeth. I can’t help myself. We become a torrid, passionate mess for the next half hour, when you … how could you? You came before I said you could. Now you know what happens. You look at me with pleading eyes. That is, when you can bring yourself to look at me. You look down or over, but averting your eyes cannot avert my punishment. You know what’s coming. Well, besides me. If I let you get away with it once, you will do it again. I see you cringe. Last time, you were sore for days. I think you liked it because here we are again. The tension is high, so I laugh to break the spell. You smile, perhaps thinking you averted punishment. You did not. I pull you off the bed and push you down the hallway to the back of the couch. You are naked before me, except for those stockings. How they stayed on the las...