Chapter 1

I’ve been imagining our next encounter ... I open the door for you, hiding behind it, because I don’t want the neighbors to see what a whore I am. You come into my house, and you see me. You see how I’ve dressed as a whore for you. Just for you, to be yours. And in your face, I can see how much it turns you on to see me, to see how I’ve dressed like a whore for you.

And all at once you put me up against the wall, hard, and you put your whole body against mine, so I can feel that you are already hard, which makes me moan. When I moan, you whisper in my ear, “You’re such a slut, you’re moaning because you can feel how hard my cock is for you.” But I can’t even talk because I am indeed so horny. All I manage to do is to mumble something unintelligible like, “mmm hmmm yesssss!”. Then you pull away a little to see what I’m wearing again, to feast your eyes on my slutty attire.

Then you turn me around and put me against the wall, so you can get a proper look at my ass. And you see how the skirt I bought especially to turn you on doesn’t even cover all my ass. And you tell me, in my ear, again, “How could you buy something so slutty? It’s too much, you need to be disciplined.”

And you spank me, really hard, you spank me. And, at that moment, touching my ass where the skirt doesn’t cover me, you realize that I’m not wearing anything underneath: not even a thong, nothing. And, seeing that, you tell me again “You’re such a whore ... I have to spank you harder for being such a whore.”