Free School Reunion Year 1 by Laurel Aspen Page B

her by the wrist, sat down and unceremoniously tumbled her facedown across his lap.
    â€˜W-what the hell are you doing?’ she demanded peevishly.
    â€˜What your great-grandfather did to your Gran, what Rock Hudson did to Barbara Rush and what I’ve wanted to do for the last twenty-four hours,’ he responded decisively, and to further exemplify the point he brought his hand down sharply across her skirted rump. Now, while it’s true Laura protested - verbally, with a stream of insults, and physically, by kicking, struggling and squirming over his knees - a seasoned outsider might have detected a perceptible lack of conviction underlying her struggles.
    Growing ever more confident, Dan pulled the material of Laura’s tailored skirt tight across her thighs, and methodically spanked every inch of the material until his palm felt hot, which was nothing in comparison to the burning sensation assailing Laura beneath her knickers. It had never stung this much in her fantasies but, held tightly in Dan’s powerful grip, she’d little choice but to acquiesce to her fate. Things got worse, and feet kicking as she was pinned by Dan’s right leg, Laura wailed in distress as she felt the chic skirt being lifted to her waist.
    â€˜You certainly have got Betty Grable’s legs,’ Dan said, admiringly running a hand languorously down each silkily clad thigh. ‘And what appears to be a peach of a derriere inside those gorgeous French knickers.’
    â€˜Real silk,’ sniffed his paramour, ‘and please don’t rip them.’
    â€˜Or what, Gran will spank you when she discovers they’ve been purloined? How terrible; still, to be on the safe side you’d better not struggle while I take them down.’
    â€˜What?’ she shrieked. ‘Oh no, hang on, you can’t possibly intend to…’
    Oh, but he certainly did intend to. And what’s more, he fully intended to relish every second of the experience. Pinning Laura’s wrists into the small of her back he inched the flimsy lingerie down over her hips to reveal two glowing orbs beneath. He smiled, as despite her wriggling and protestations Laura meekly lifted her haunches to ease the process. Down over the stocking tops and the clasps of her suspenders, down with a soft, sensual swish, over slender thighs until they reached a temporary halt tangled about her knees.
    Dan ran his palm across the perfectly proffered bare cheeks, still radiating heat from his preliminary attentions. Then raising his arm to shoulder height he recommenced the spanking, cupping his palm to occasion a loud report as each successive blow sent a ripple across the surface of her taut, flawless skin. The surrender of her knickers seemed to have taken any remaining fight from Laura, who now lay limply in his grasp, one hand clutching her hair, the other in her mouth to stifle the yelps and groans she emitted at each resounding slap.
    Eventually, aware that once again his palm was burning, Dan decided to allow another respite. ‘Not quite so exuberant now,’ he observed triumphantly, admiring his handiwork.
    â€˜You brute,’ Laura murmured, as she made the most of the chance to rub and soothe her blazing bottom.
    â€˜Oh please, I think you exaggerate, Ms Walker,’ said Dan. ‘A brisk hand spanking is well within the tolerance of a fit young lass like you.’
    â€˜Don’t patronise me, you sod,’ came the waspish reply, ‘my poor bottom feels as if it’s on fire.’
    â€˜So I see,’ he replied, unabashed. ‘And any other side effects, I wonder?’ To test his unspoken theory he tentatively slid two fingers into the dark recess between her cheeks. ‘It seems to me there’s a degree of moistness present here.’
    Betrayed by her own body Laura turned to face her tormentor, blushing scarlet. ‘It’s an involuntary reaction,’ she sniffled weakly.
    â€˜But a