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thighs further apart, further, further. Felt the wetness start to slick from her body and looked down to see the long gelatinous threads. ‘The proof of the pudding is in the eating,’ the doctor continued. His words made her think of his tongue trailing wild sparks across her clit and through the lush folds of her labia. He’d lick gently down each petal then back up again until... ‘Come on, angel, over my lap for a final twenty,’ the surgeon said softly. ‘Accept a sound thrashing for telling a lie.’
    Lisa toed the ground. ‘And after that my punishment will really be over?’
    â€˜Providing you don’t commit further acts of negligence, then yes.’
    Going over his knee again took almost all the courage she possessed. He knew she was sexually on fire, damn it. He might try to touch her clit - and if he did she’d be lost. Suddenly Lisa wanted him to caress that peaking bud, to give it the release it so obviously needed. She’d come so quick.
    â€˜Was I right or was I right?’ Michael Landers murmured starting to stroke her sire cheeks as she lay over his knee. Lisa quivered at the indignity. Suddenly she hated him all over again.
    â€˜Right about what?’ she countered coolly.
    â€˜I was correct in assuming that though your arse hates being reddened your pussy gets off on it,’ her employer said.
    â€˜That’s what you think. I was fantasizing about Reece before... before you laid a finger on me,’ Lisa lied.
    â€˜Before I laid a palm on your bare arse, you mean?’
    He seemed determined to humiliate her. The twenty-eight year old writhed with sexual shame. Her clitoral hood rubbed against his thigh and sensation almost overwhelmed her. Jesus, she was so near... ‘Twenty spanks on an already sore rump for not being honest,’ Michael Landers said as if pronouncing a legal sentence. His right arm came down across her shadowy buttock crease.
    The slap seemed to ricochet through her helpless globes to her equally immobile clitoris. Lisa moaned with increasing lust. She pushed down hard against his thighs again and felt her body start to move towards the ultimate pleasure. Bucked forward against his trouser leg as he dished out each echoing whack. Then she flattened her body out for a second, only to push forward strongly again.
    â€˜...five, six, seven,’ Michael said out loud as he added each hard bum spank. ‘That’s it, sweetheart, you just rub against my leg like a little animal, like a dog frigging a lamp post when it’s in heat.’ Lisa winced at his words but their taunting level took her strangely closer to Eden. He spanked, she writhed, she pushed against his suited leg and groaned.
    Somewhere between spank fifteen and sixteen she felt the beloved signal go off in her groin signalling climax. Shoved the entire lower half of her body against him, jerking her hips forward with tiny hard movements to keep the stimulus sending the pleasure through. Never before had she felt such a strong focused orgasm. Never before with her own fingers or with her ex-husband or with Reece. ‘Uh,’ she kept muttering, her clenched teeth unable to hold back the grunts of increasing rapture. ‘Uh, uh, uuuuh, uuuuuh, uuuuuuuuh!’
    For long moments after the last frissons had died away, she lay semi-naked over Michael’s lap. She wished that he’d stroke her hair or kiss her neck or tell her she was wonderful. She looked up at him when he did none of those expected things. He was smiling enigmatically down at her, his fingers still circling her slender waist.
    â€˜You okay?’ he murmured.
    â€˜Why shouldn’t I be?’ The hostility in her own voice surprised her. He’d just given her the best orgasm of her existence and her body felt incredibly indolent and relaxed. Yet her mind suddenly longed to hurt this man, to destroy the languid atmosphere. ‘Can I go now?’ she asked in a