Bridges fumbled with the clasp of his belt, opened his zip, and slowly drew down his grey slightly soiled trousers taking his underpants with them, keeping his back to Lady Carolyn.
His c**k had never fully returned to its flaccid state and now it was on the rise again. It was going to be very embarrassing if Lady Carolyn caught sight of it.
“Over my knee, now,” she ordered impatiently.
Bridges clambered over her lap so his arse was conveniently positioned for her hand which meant his palms were touching the cold floorboards of the old vestry.
He felt Lady Carolyn lifting the tail of his shirt and folding it back to bare his buttocks.
Even at this point he wondered if she would go through with it or push him away with a laugh, admitting she’d just tried to scare him. It could be a bit
