Climbing down he took the hessian and tied her ankles to the chair legs, her own spread. He stood very close breath on her neck, hands against her buttocks, light as a feather. And then he spoke. “How many lashes do you deserve, Elise?”
“Your decision,” she replied her body alight, her crotch wet with expectation.
“Your bottom? Your back? Or just everywhere?”
“Everywhere,” she replied no longer responsible for her decisions.
She jerked to the ripping of cloth, her dress torn to the middle of her back. She could feel the cool air circulating knowing that Klaus gazed at her nudity, at her naked bottom. She could feel her cheeks twitch with expectation.
The strap in a fist Klaus filled his own lungs as he massaged the rigid hard in his pants. Yes he decided, he was really going to enjoy
