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“I wonder how many pairs of knickers you have managed to get wet?” he murmured. “Shall I find out for you?”
She did not answer.
“Um.” His finger touched her crotch. “This pair, I don’t think you’ve had on long enough.” They were dry and baggy about her.
Two hands reached up and carefully lowered the large bloomers over her bottom and down to her thigh to expose the red frilly knickers.
Another check with a fingertip, and she spread her legs again.
“Damp, I can feel some dampness,” commented Rob.
Casey was struggling to stay still as he manoeuvred the red frilly ones down to her bent knees. Next to descend down her thighs were the ghastly school knickers.
“Damper,” he smirked.
Then came the black lacy panties. The fabric was harsher and thicker, but still they would clearly illustrate her wetness.
“Wet, just a small patch,” he noted.
Casey arched her back as he lowered the next pair and revealed the white bikini panties. She hoped Rob would not touch her, but he did all the same, pressing a finger hard against her.
Casey gasped and pushed back.
“These are dripping.”
It took some effort to peel them away from the thong, and he let out a chortle. “My, my. They’ve practically disappeared up you. Sopping wet pink panties.”
“Sorry, sir,” she whispered.
“Did you enjoy your little knickers hunt?”
“No, yes, I mean,” rambled Casey confused. “I look silly and unattractive wearing all these stupid knickers.”
“Your stupid knickers, which you have a tendency to leave lying around, chucked here and there. I may like to see your arse, Casey, but you should tidy up after yourself.”
“I apologise,” she said firmly.
“And for the record, you do not look unattractive. Quite the contrary, you are beautifully sexy and look wonderfully ludicrous. Just how I like you.”
Casey dared to look around her shoulder and was relieved to see Rob smiling at her.
“Would you like me to spank you now?”
Casey went very coy. “Yes, please.”
Rob moved back, not to the armchair but the chaise longue, and patted his lap.
She crawled over to him, leaving behind a trail of knickers as she went. By the time she reached him, five pairs lay like a dot-to-dot line on the hearth place rug. The thong remained wedged in place.
“Take it off,” he said quietly.
She slipped the drenched thong off and over her heels and drew up her skirt. Lying carefully over his lap, she rested her head on the chaise and closed her eyes. Strange, she wondered to herself, wearing six pairs of panties was very humiliating, but being spanked hard by the man she was very much falling in love with was much easier to bear.
“Oh, and Casey, when I’ve finished turning your deliciously-fleshy buttocks crimson red, what will you be doing?”
“Tidying away my knickers, sir,” she said giggling, which was how the spanking began.
She loved to be spanked with a hand. Now and again he would caress the marks he was making, and as he brought the palm of his hand down, he talked about good habits. Then as she squirmed and he wrapped a leg over hers, he told her how sexy she looked, bent over with her silly knickers. Each smack jolted against her raised bottom, gifting her a red handprint until she had blushing hot cheeks: face and bottom.
