Juniper couldn’t believe that she’d thanked me for spanking her, but her words still hung in the air. Her face blushed as furiously as her bottom. She squirmed, and her little skirt rode up to the tops of her thighs, exposing that white-cotton gusset between.
She’d have to stand up to pull the skirt down, and she knew she didn’t have permission. She couldn’t imagine asking for permission. So she could only blush, sometimes looking down and sometimes staring, uncertainly, into my eyes.
I smiled at her. “That’s better. The thing is, Juniper, you’re a good girl. Really.”
I looked at her. Juniper was still blushing furiously and trying hard to keep still. But she nodded. She was a good girl.
I’m going to have to cut here, though. This has been published and my publishers don’t want free competition from me. You can read it here.