Chapter 7: Lingerie Lesson & Spanking

The following Thursday night settled over the house with the low roar of Dad’s sports game blasting from the living room downstairs. The volume was cranked high enough to shake the walls—crowd cheers and announcers yelling plays—so loud it masked almost anything. I slipped into the master bedroom first, already hard in my boxers, pulse racing at the familiar risk humming through the air.

Laura appeared minutes later in a long satin robe that looked innocent from the hallway. The second the door shut and locked, she let it fall. The fabric whispered down her body and pooled at her feet, revealing the brand-new black lace teddy she’d bought just for me.

Sheer black mesh hugged every curve like a second skin, so delicate it was almost transparent. The deep V plunged all the way to her trimmed landing strip, framing the swell of her breasts and leaving her dark-pink nipples clearly visible through the fine netting. High-cut sides arched over her hips, accentuating the powerful lines of her runner’s legs and lifting her ass into two perfect, rounded cheeks. Tiny satin bows sat at each hip, and the crotch was completely open—a narrow gap of nothing but lace strips that left her smooth lips exposed and already glistening. The teddy clung like it was painted on, the mesh adding a faint scratchy texture where it brushed her skin.

She stood there, letting me stare, then began the modeling. She turned slowly in a full circle, hands gliding over her own body—tracing the plunge between her breasts, smoothing the lace over her stomach, cupping her ass and spreading just enough to show how the open crotch framed everything. She bent forward at the waist, back arched, ponytail swaying as the teddy rode higher, the mesh stretching taut across her cheeks. “Mommy picked this color because I know how you stare at my black sports bras,” she murmured, voice soft and teasing. “Every inch is for you tonight. Touch whatever you want while I show you.”