Chapter Twenty-Eight
KARLA STOOD OUTSIDE the door to Mitch’s apartment, her nerves making her fingers tremble. She took Aimee’s advice and wore a short skirt, which barely covered her ass, along with a tank top two sizes too small, which made her chest ooze out the top. The shirt was meant to distract him. The skirt was to make it easy for him to spank her. She wasn’t sure which way today would go, but she prepared for both. She even left her bra and panties at home. They would only get in the way for whichever path they took.
She sighed as she reached out and knocked on his door. Time to face the music.
It didn’t take long for Mitch to open the door, a curious look on his face, his dark hair disheveled, and a cup of coffee in his hand. “I didn’t expect to see you so early. I figured th
