How about a murder mystery? The Disciplined Date is a who-done-it surrounding a fetish dating service. Someone is not only spanking the customers, he is murdering them…
He smiled and removed my right sandal. I lay back on the bed as he held my heel and massaged my toes. He kissed my toes. My pussy oozed, but my thumb again touched the panic button.
“Is this the way you like it?” he softly asked.
“Yes, Daddy.” I sighed.
Sitting on the floor at the foot of the bed, he raised my bound feet to his shoulders. My knees fell open and my dress slid down to reveal my red satin panties. I wondered if the wet spot in the gusset material was visible. He kissed each foot’s arch. Lying on my back moaning, I stretched my arms above my head and twisted my torso from side to side. One of his fingers found my clit through my wet panties.
“Are you going to come?”
“I think so.” I softly sigh.
He stopped. Gripping the cord binding my feet, he pulled the slack taut and lifted my feet high into the air. My dress fell away, exposing my red panty-covered bottom. “Yes Daddy,” he snarled, and lightly slapped the bottoms of my feet. “Say it,” and he spanked my feet again.
“Yes, Daddy,” I quickly said, as my pending climax promptly faded.
Another smack, not painful, just firm. “Again!”
He tugged the backside of my panty’s elastic waistband down just enough to bare my butt, but not enough to expose my sex. I had dropped the panic button and my hand searched for it. He spanked my bare fanny for half a dozen more swats.
“Yes, Daddy,” I responded after each lightly stinging smack.
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