“All the way off,” I told her as the pants reached her ankles. Ah! As she began to remove them over her feet, I could see her crack part enough so I could peek at the plump pubis deep in her crotch. “Now, over the sawhorse,” I instructed her. There was a bench, a stool and a pile of wood in the shed. I hadn’t realized how completely prepared this place was for a little corporal justice. But to me the choice was clear, only the sawhorse would have her bend that lovely ass tight, and that’s exactly what I wanted to see and what she needed.
Morgan moved warily. I could sense the fear, the slight trembling. Any moment I expected her to give it all up and declare this the stupidest thing she’d ever done. But that didn’t happen. Apparently her fantasy was in control and she wasn’t about to wav
