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slut? Right, let’s have these silly panties down, shall we? Perhaps having a bare bottom will get it through to you. Down they come.’
    She lifted her hips to make it easier for me to get her panties down and spread her legs a little, leaving the tarty black nylon stretched taut between her thighs, with the plump swell of her cunt lips plainly visible and her bottom hole a dark-brown star between her deeply cleft cheeks. In her position I’d have been burning with embarrassment, however much it turned me on, but she was merely having fun. Unfortunately for her, one of the stands nearby held a selection of leather spanking paddles, one of which I detached as I continued my lecture. ‘OK, Charlie, if a bare-bottom spanking across my knee isn’t enough for you, how about this?’
    I brought the paddle down, full across the meat of her cheeky bottom, even as I tightened my grip on her waist. She gave a squeal of shock and a sudden violent kick, tearing her cheap panties so that they were flapping around one leg as I laid in, laughing as she struggled in my grip with her bottom dancing and her legs pumping up and down. Now it hurt, and I knew that every smack was likely to be repaid with interest once I was done with her.
    Fifty seemed to be enough and I threw the paddle down and let go of her waist, expecting her to take her revenge on the instant.
    Instead, she came into my arms, her entire body trembling violently as she clung onto me, her mouth seeking mine. I returned her kiss, but she broke away a moment later, to fumble my blouse open and pull up my bra to get at my breasts. She took one nipple into her mouth, then the other, but before I could relax into the pleasure of having my breasts suckled she’d moved lower still. I gave in to her need, lifting my bottom to tug up my skirt and quickly pushing down the panties beneath before spreading my thighs to her tongue. She began to lick.

Chapter Nine
    The trouble with Charlie and me was that we were too alike. As I discovered while we talked together after sex, she loved to have rude things done to her, especially being spanked, tied up and just about anything that meant she got plenty of sexual attention. She also liked to dish it out, but not nearly as much, and even when she’d fucked me with the strap-on dildo she’d seen it more as a service she was giving me than as the cruel dirty act I’d been imagining.
    I couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed, although I tried not to show it, and she had given me a delicious orgasm under her tongue. She’d also been playing with herself while she was at it, and came before I did, so I hadn’t even had the pleasure of having her sit on my face, let alone the long slow spanking I’d been anticipating. I was still telling myself it had been a successful evening as I walked back across the plaza, and there was no doubt at all it had been a successful day. In fact, I’d had as much sex in the space of 24 hours as in the previous month, not counting masturbation, and a lot more if you included the kinky stuff.
    By the time I got up to my flat, I was having trouble keeping my eyes open, and contented myself with peeling off my clothes and flopping into bed naked. I wanted to tease myself slowly to another orgasm over everything that had happened, and lay back gently stroking my cunt as I tried to focus. It felt good, but the sensation was more soothing than sexy and the next thing I knew I was lying face down, cuddled up to Morrison with the morning light streaming in through chinks in the curtains.
    It took me a moment to remember that it was Sunday and I didn’t have to get up, then another to remember my lunch date with Magnus and that I did, at least eventually. It was nearly nine, which left three hours until I was supposed to meet him at his warehouse, plenty of time for an easy morning, and maybe a naughty one. I got up, made coffee and showered, pausing by the bathroom mirror to inspect my bottom once I was