“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!”
Mollyxxx
Ps… Told you if you were patient you would see a whole different view of Paris once Wanton Wednesday got here!
8 comments
Thank you for sharing your experience. A beautifully descriptive blog and very evocative. I cant wait for (Part 6) when you eventually get to the bedroom…..
LOL…you meaan I have not written enough bedroom stuff already? Having said that, there is a Paris bedroom post yet to be written……I need more hours in my day! Thank you for your comment
Mollyxxx
Sooooo hot — I love the buttock bruise.
And I know exactly what you mean by THAT look, that tone of voice, that firmness. Wet. Wet. Wet.
Love!
Wow Molly .. I loved it .. I can picture you searching .. hoping he was kidding. Thank you for sharing!!
Oh I adore it! Daddy had me do something in the same nature this week shopping. And really love your picture of it!~
omg, you’re so brave! and have a lovely ass!
Love the pic and the big bruise!
Hmmmm… I wonder who gave you that? 😉 hopefully it has a sexy origin?