Wicked Wednesday: Juniper’s Adventures 4

I was looking down at her skin, rounded and blotched with the confused red bloom left by my hand, with the occasional finger or thumb-print showing on the outer areas. And at her pale, currently trembling cleft, the sweet perineal folds, and the hint, the merest centimetre or two, of her vulva. Swollen, she was, and wet. I smacked her again, still holding the panties clear, so my hand landed directly on her skin. That was better. I knew that Juniper felt so, too. “I said lift, girl.”

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Wicked Wednesday: Juniper’s Adventures 2

The previous episode is here.

“Ah, Jennifer,” I said, once she was in my office and I’d closed the door. Jennifer was a pretty girl. Dark hair, cut into a mop around her face. Pretty smile, I knew from memory, though she wasn’t smiling now. She was trying to look calm, but her left hand was clenched, her nails worrying at her palm.  

She’d done up the second to top button of her blouse, to make a less immodest display of her cleavage, but she hadn’t been able to do anything about her skirt. It was cut high at her thighs, several smooth, feminine inches above the knee. She stood about five foot nothing,

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