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Ashley reached behind her and unzipped the dress, then let it fall to the floor. She pulled on the blouse and buttoned it, leaving the top few open, enough to show the lacy edges of the cups of her bra … and quite a bit of cleavage. Also, the black bra showed through the white fabric like a dark, sexy shadow. When she pulled on the skirt, she wished that she’d worn a garter belt, but when she gazed at herself in the full-length mirror on one wall she realized this looked better. More innocent.

She wondered if she should slip off her panties. The skirt was so short that if she bent over, he’d see everything. But she decided to leave them on.

He strode back into the room just as she was picking up her dress from the ground. She turned around to see that he’d been admiring her backside.

She quickly folded the dress and dropped it in the box that had held the costume.

“Very nice,” he said, his gaze roaming her body. “Turn around.”

She turned slowly in front of him, feeling her body heat at his close scrutiny.

“Now it’s time for your punishment.” He walked across the room and sat down on a leather couch. “Come over here.”

She walked across the room and stood before him. The pleated plaid skirt was very short and the top of her black bra peeked out from the plunging neckline of the blouse. She felt like a naughty schoolgirl facing her sexy schoolmaster’s smoldering gaze.

“First, you were going to skip our session today,” he said, his expression stern. “Then when I summoned you here, you were late and you know I’m very strict about that.”

“Yes, Mr. Gallagher. I’m sorry, sir.”

Heat simmered through her as she thought about his big hand connecting with her ass.

“Sorry isn’t good enough. Bend over my knee,” he instructed.

She stepped forward and knelt on the leather couch beside him, then bent over him until her stomach rested on his lap, her ass hiked in the air. His hand rested on her thigh, about halfway up and she trembled in anticipation. His fingers curled as his hand glided upward, his fingertips grazing along her inner thigh. Her breath caught as he approached her panties, thinking he would brush against her dampening crotch, but instead his hand moved toward her ass.

He drew back the fabric of her skirt. Since she was wearing a thong, her ass was basically naked and his big, warm hand cupped her round cheek. He stroked in a circle, sending need spiraling through her. When his hand lifted from her ass, her breath held as she waited for it to whip back down and connect with her bare bottom.

Smack. The sound reverberated through the room as ripples of heat washed through her. Then another quick slap across her other cheek almost made her gasp.

“Do you like that?”

“Oh, yes, sir.”