It was slight but solid, her belly pressing into my leg. It reminded me that she was here. Plus the sacrificial pose, bared and vulnerable. It was my favorite position for spanking, no doubt about it. Right now Marie was mine, all mine. I’d have to be careful though, I could lose myself for hours while giving a spanking, delighting in making a woman come over and over as I mixed slaps with clitoral and G-spot stimulation.

I was just about to lift my hand and land the first blow when I remembered something. I leaned down to one side to murmur into her ear, “Hey, Marie. You may want to scream and shout and tell me to stop. But you might not really mean it, and I may not know the difference. So if you really and truly want me to stop, then you have to use your safe word. It can be ‘shower’, okay?”

She hesitated momentarily but then did as she was told. I helped her as she draped herself over my lap—for the first of many, many times, I hoped—then looked down at the delicious bottom that was presented for me. I was delighted to note that she was wearing knickers. A strange thing to think perhaps, but given she’d been on a date with someone else, I was glad that she’d worn them, scarce as they were. I didn’t like the thought of her being so close to Peter without underwear.

The tiny black G-string bisected her beautifully rounded globes and flashed plenty of pale flesh, all the way down to the tops of her hold-up stockings. I placed my right hand on her bum, smirking as she flinched, then stroked each and every millimeter of skin between her so-called underwear and her sexy hosiery, giving her caresses, gentle and adoring—the opposite of what she’d expected.
I loved the feel of her weight on me too.

“Get up then, sweetheart, and pull your dress out of the way, to your waist, then get over my knee. Or perhaps you’d prefer to take your dress off so it doesn’t get creased.”

She frowned, glanced around. “No, I’d rather not. It’s okay anyway, it won’t crease.”

I shrugged. That was as nice as I was going to get. I was far from the cruelest, harshest taskmaster, but I was no pushover either. “Over my knee then, sweet cheeks.”

“That’s okay.” Her voice was so quiet I had to lean closer to catch her words. “I want you to use your hand. To feel your skin against mine.”

I raised my eyebrows. Wow, that seemed as good a reason as any. “Your wish is my command,” I replied, realizing that made me sound more like a submissive than a Dominant, but it didn’t matter. We both knew that wasn’t the case.