Isabella looked shamefully at Jonathon... her face blushing a bright pink as he continued sternly staring at her.
"I saw what you were doing Isabella... giving that guy a glimpse of your white panties when you crossed your legs. I saw the way he looked at you... and how he moved about trying to get comfortable with that hard on he suddenly had."
Moving to stand just in front of her he said in a low voice, "I also noticed that you liked the looks he was giving you. Did you enjoy teasing him Isabella? "
She raised her eyes back up to his and only nodded a yes in answer.
He sighed deeply as he walked back across the room. Pulling a chair out to the middle of the floor, he sat down. Crooking his finger he motioned her over to him. Obediently she slowly began making her way to his chair.
"You know what I must do now, don't you?"
Again she nodded her head yes.
"Be a good girl and bend over my knee then."
Isabella lowered herself so that her tummy rested on his right thigh. Jonathon could feel her body trembling, and smiled slyly to himself...
She could feel his hand brushing up her legs, past her knee... up towards her thighs. His fingertips just barely touching her now, slipping up underneath the short skirt. His fingers tracing the path of her panty line before sliding up and pulling the waistband down. Lifting herself slightly to enable him to pull them over her hips and down her legs, she silently lifted her feet. Rather than hearing, she intuitively knew when the silky material fell softly to the floor.
Jonathon pulled her skirt up to her waist so that her ass was on display to him. He gazed for just a minute at her slit... her sex already glistening with wetness, in anticipation of what was sure to follow.
Isabella could feel his cock growing against her body, her thighs parting willingly, without thought. Jonathon turned the paddle over and over in his hand before placing it the flat surface against her already warm cheeks. Rubbing the smooth surface of the instrument in circles, building up her anticipation for what is to shortly follow. His other hand running up and down her thighs, his thumb occasionally brushing against her increasingly wet lips.
Isabella bit the inside of her cheek, trying desperately to hold back the low groan she could feel building in the back of her throat. His ever hardening cock pressing against her tummy. Her shirt becoming wet from the warm, sticky precum that had begun to ooze from the tip of the swollen head of his thick dick.
Unable to take anymore of his teasing, she spoke to him in a quiet voice filled with the respect he deserved. "Jonathon, Sir, I know that I have been a very naughty girl. I am yours to do what you want with, if you feel as though my punishment should be the paddle, then so be it. I accept the discipline that you chose to give me with complete submission."
Smirking to himself, knowing that she wanted to be spanked more than anything. Knowing, even, that is the reason for her actions earlier in the evening. Crossing and uncrossing her legs repeatedly, giving the stranger a view of the little white panties she had on, hoping that he could see the shadow of her mound beneath them. The flimsy material so tight that the outline of her puffy pussy lips could be seen. He also knew that she wasn't just putting on that little show for the stranger, or even because of how much of a turn on it was for her to have men lusting after her body, but also that she knew how much it turned
him
on to have other men desire her. Want her. Need her. But never having her, because she was
his
.