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Lucky PEP Lover! Listen NOW to Vivian's voice reading you a tidbit of this hot story!
You’re peeking. I’m sliding into downward facing dog. Sweat drips between my breasts as I shift from one pose to the next, and you ache to smell my soaked panties. You’ve been watching me for nearly a fortnight, since I moved into your neighborhood, since you adopted a nightly constitutional. Tonight, you give in to your urges, finagle yourself closer to the window. The sun’s barely setting; July nights last so long. Once in between the bushes, you peep over the ledge. The smell of my sweat hits you, pheromones mixed with rose and lavender. Your nose touches the window screen. Your mind becomes hazy and you feel yourself propelled to enter my home. Like a sleepwalker, you find yourself standing alone in my bedroom. The hall shower is running, and the thought of me naked threatens to pull you under, a tsunami of desire.
You creep over to my laundry basket, and your hands shake as you pick up my stinky, sweaty panties. You bury your nose in them, breathing deeply. The smell of my delicious pussy swallows you whole, and your hand slides down your shorts. You stroke yourself greedily. You don't even notice that I am standing in the doorway, and by the time you do notice, it’s too late. I’ve got you now. There’s no escaping me.
When you finally come to, you are tied to a chair in a barn, naked. I put my hand on your shoulder, and my fingernails brush against your collarbone as I lower my lips to your ear.
“You’ve been caught. You have been naughty … very naughty.” I giggle, and my warm breath rushes over your skin. “What shall I do with a naughty boy like you, I wonder…”
“I am so sorry! So-so-sor ...” you stutter as my fingers trail up your neck and bury themselves deep in your hair. I tug your head back until our eyes meet.
“You’re sorry? That’s funny. You came into my home, snuck into my bedroom and sniffed my panties and you are sorry? Hmm ... ‘sorry’ is not enough for me.”
I lick the side of your face and slap your thigh, leaving a handprint. “Naughty boys like you need to be punished for insolence. Your mother clearly never spanked you enough as a child, and now I need to do it for her!”
I untie you from the chair, pick you up by your hair, and throw you over my knee. Your bare ass wiggles in the midnight air before my hand comes down with a loud SMACK!
“Count them out loud, naughty boy!” SMACK!
“No, please!! I’m so sorr–”
SMACK! Tears prick your eyes. You try to wiggle away, but I’m too strong. So strong. Nightly yoga and god knows what else strong …
“Count. None of these spanks count unless you’re counting them.” SMACK! Your hands frantically try to cover your cheeks but I brush them away.
“Please,” you cry, “what if my family finds out?” SMACK!
“Obey me and they won't.” SMACK
“Yes… Goddess…” SMACK! “One.”
You give in.
SMACK! “Two! Goddess!”
You’ve needed this for so long, much longer than two weeks. I’m up for the challenge. Naughty boys are my favorite.
SMACK!
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