She returned to stand before him. He patted his knee. Her eyes turned pleading, but when he frowned, she hastened to fold her body over his lap for punishment. He lifted her skirts and petticoats over her back and remembered to reach inside her chemise to free the laces of her corset so she wouldn't swoon. The slit in her drawers was gaping open, and he was able to simply part the two sides to bare her pretty cheeks.
It was utterly intoxicating to have his wife bent over his lap this way. The feel of her soft small form pressing on his legs, her most intimate parts exposed for his chastisement, imparted a heady mixture of power and arousal.
Read all the Saturday Spankings: