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I was sitting in the living room reading a magazine when the doorbell rang. It was Candy. She was wearing the same little pink shorts as the other day, but this time she had on a black t-shirt that had Sugar written on it in silver letters. Her hair was in pigtails.
"What's up?" I asked, looking down at her over my bare chest as she sucked on a finger.
"Aunt Patty told me I should see you." She said.
"Well, come in then." I told her. After our session the other day, Patricia had told me to expect a visit from Candy, and that I was expected to discipline her in a same way I had. It would be a test of how much I had learned.
I closed the door after she stepped in, knowing that Mrs. Jones was supposed to be out for most of the afternoon and that we would have no interruptions.
I sat down on the couch and patted my lap, getting her to sit down on it. I was sure she could feel the beginnings of my hard on as she put her arms around my shoulders. I could certainly feel her tit pressed against my chest.
"Now, why would Aunt Patty have you come and talk to me?" I asked, rubbing her back and looking into her eyes.
"Um, well….." She said, biting her lip and looking up at the ceiling. I smiled to myself, knowing that I was probably going to have a good time with her. "Well…she caught me looking at a dirty internet site on her computer….she didn't think it was appropriate" I looked down at her tits and used my free hand to squeeze one of her nipples.
"mmm well that's not very good is it…but I bet you enjoyed it, didn't you? ." I said.
"Well, yeah," she said, and held a hand to her mouth as she giggled.
"What site was it?" I asked.
"It was just one with pictures of really slutty girls…I sent one of me in a week ago and I wanted to see if they had posted it…" She told me, blushing a bit.
"Well! That's quite naughty of you. Did you want a bunch of guys seeing what a dirty girl you are, jerking off to your naked body?" She blushed again.
"mmmm….kind of." She said, quietly. I started to rub her tits, and could feel her breathing rate increase.
"Well, maybe Patricia thinks that if you are going to act like a slut online, you need to be treated like one around here …Is that it, Candy? You need to be treated like a little slut?" I asked as I bounced her a bit on my lap. She nodded her head at me, and I grinned at her.
"Well then, I think we should get started" I said. "Do you know what the first thing a naughty slut like you needs?" She shook her head at me as she sucked on her finger again.
"A spanking!" I said as I turned her over in my lap, her stomach now feeling my cock press through my jeans, her tits and head hanging over one leg and her ass slightly raised by the other. I started to slowly pull down her little pink shorts as I talked to her.
"But wearing that shirt isn't the first time you've been naughty, is it? In fact, you are naughty all the time, aren't you?" I heard her agree as she shook her head. Her ass was now exposed, and I took a few minutes to rub it as I talked to her. "Tell me you've been naughty before, Candy. Tell me you need a spanking"
"I'm a naughty girl….oh, god, please spank me!" She said, breathing heavily. I was letting my finger slide up and down her ass crack, stopping just to play with her holes a little bit. And then I started slapping her hard across the ass, feeling her whole body shake and slide across my hard cock. She was moaning loudly, and screaming each time I smacked her ass. I smiled to myself and went back to just softly rubbing her ass, kneading the soft flesh.
"How did that make you feel, Candy?" I asked her, my finger circling her ass hole.
"ooo….like a naughty…mmm…girl" she said, breathing heavily, and I let her slide onto the floor.
"Like one that needs more punishment?" I asked her, standing up. She nodded at me. I told her to take her shirt off, watching as her perfect tits came into view, the nipples both pierced and sticking out hard. Then, as she was kneeling on the floor, she reached up with one hand to grab for the bulge in my jeans.