“Lift up your skirt”
“What? Here? But, the man at the reception desk?”
What about him? You reply
“Ummm, well, I am not wearing any….”
But my reply is cut off as you fix me with THAT look and say
“Lift up your skirt now, or else I will put you over my knee and spank you for all to watch and THEN you can lift up your skirt for me”
My eyes lock onto yours, searching them, trying to see from your look if you really mean it, I fidget with the hem of my dress, hoping to see that cheeky smile that will tell me you are teasing, all I see is THAT look, the look that sends a shiver down my spine and a rush of wetness between my thighs and as if I am still in any doubt as to whether you mean it or not you growl at me…….
“Lift… Up…Your… Skirt…. Now!”
Ps… Told you if you were patient you would see a whole different view of Paris once Wanton Wednesday got here!