You are totally naked for me. You are not always naked for spankings, but panties are never allowed. When I really want to torment you, as I do today, then you must be fully nude.
Today, you are also wearing clamps on your nipples. There is a chain dangling between the two clamps, and a series of small weights attached to the chain. The weights are not enough to stretch your tits, but, when they swing, they will tug at your nipples nicely.
I am wearing a button-down shirt and slacks ("Nice Pants!" for no stains). Though I'm not wearing a tie or anything formal, my mode of dress might lead one to wonder if I was going to work, to meet company, or to a business lunch.
You lie across my lap, being careful to avoid having the nipple clamp chain rub too much on my legs, or worse, to catch on anything. I let my left hand wander over your back, caressing the soft skin of your back; so sexy, so beautiful. My right hand cups your ass cheeks, massaging, caressing, testing. Your ass is used to my abuse, my affections, my manipulations, but somehow each time seems like the first time. We try to keep things new and exciting, and have succeeded quite well so far.