I am dressed as you have asked in white lacy push up bra and white lacy panties all covered up in a white belted raincoat and wearing high heels. I ring your doorbell in a state of both nervousness and excitement. I am no virgin but I know from our flirtations and conversations of the past couple of weeks that you have enjoyed and practised deeper and more extreme lovemaking than I am used to.
You answer the door with a warm smile and lead me inside. There are candles lit everywhere, and the combined fragrances of honey and vanilla fill the room. There is a large cream fur rug on the floor and erotic artwork on the walls. You undo my coat and take it from my shoulders. I feel you inspecting me from all angles and I blush under your gaze. You hand me a glass of champagne which I drink rather quickly. The glass is refilled and you approach me.
You begin to stroke my arms, my wrists and fingers. You let your hands lightly float over my stomach, hips, thighs and face. You begin to massage my breasts, more firmly now - kneading them, lifting them up and out of the bra pulling and squeezing the nipples tightly. It feels good! The champagne is relaxing me.
You unclasp the bra letting my full breasts move freely and lay me down onto the rug. You take my glass and empty the remaining content over my chest and belly. I feel the fizzing liquid fall between my thighs wetting my panties. Your tongue begins to work its way across my body lapping up the spillage, paying particular attention to my nipples. They are as erect as bullets and so sensitive. Your tongue moves downwards and I can feel my arousal growing.
You reach my pantie line and your hand moves between my legs "Who is a wet girl then?" you say and I feel the champagne and pussy juice soaked lace being pulled off me roughly leaving me totally exposed. You turn me over pulling me up onto all fours and then firmly push my wet panties into my mouth as a gag. Before I can raise any protest I feel a firm slap to my right buttock, followed up sharply by one to the left. I am absolutely stunned - no one has spanked me since I was a little girl. I am just about to try and stand and show my indignation when you whisper in my ear "Trust me, dont lose faith." The spanking continues and I feel heat coming from my sore bottom. You tell me that I am a naughty girl for wetting my panties and that this needs to be done. The strangest sensation then occurs - I feel a tightening in my vagina and suddenly juice dripping down my inner thigh. I realise I am getting pleasure from this, enjoying being disciplined and spoken to in a dirty firm manner.