I leaned forward even more, putting my left hand behind her back for support, while I moved my right hand beneath the hem of her skirt, and then
upward, forcing the front of her skirt to rise in the crook of my arm as I planted my fingers in the crotch of her pantyhose.  I could feel the warmth
of her breath on the side of my neck.      "OH!" she cried, bringing her thighs close together to capture my hand between them as soon as she felt my hand reach the "V' of her hot crotch.  Yes, the crotch was hot.  Not warm.  Hot!  Moisture had already seeped from her sex through her panties and hose.  I pressed upward into the meaty tissues, then urged my middle finger into the divide of the soft lips, just at the outside her vaginal entrance.  She moaned passionately as I pressed inward with my finger, forcing her panty crotch slightly into her vagina.

     I grabbed a handful of her sex and squeezed it tightly with my hand, just hard enough for her to realize that the gentleness she had recently
enjoyed was merely a brief respite, a turning point for what was to come.  She shuddered, but otherwise accepted my first attempt at heavy-handedness with hardly a flinch.  I pulled my hand away from her burning crotch and moved it out from under her skirt.  She looked sexy beyond words, kneeling before me, hands raised, eyes lowered, face flushed, my own little slave for the evening.

     "Do you think I am pretty, Laurie?" I asked, returning my hands to her shoulders. 

     "Yes, very," she replied, raising her eyes and looking at me for the briefest of moments before lowering her head once more.

     "Do you think you might learn to like my body?

     "Y-yes," she replied.

     I brought my index finger to her lower lip, drawing the lip down gently to reveal the whiteness of her lower teeth.  "Would you like to look up my
skirt?"

     She gulped.  "Yes," she said, her eyes meeting mine once more.  There was almost a pleading look in them.  I sat back on the sofa, my head resting against the upper cushion.  I kept my legs closed tightly, my bright red skirt at mid-thigh.  Her eyes went straight to my knees.  She gulped again.  She wasn't expecting me to give her a little show.  I opened my legs just a bit, wanting only to tease her.  Her mouth opened slightly in
anticipation. 

     "Why don't you push my knees apart with your hands, Laurie," I said with a sexy, inviting smile.  She leaned forward, placed her hands on my
bare knees, then pushed gently.  My legs parted, providing Laurie with a wide open view of my crotch, covered only by a pair of silky white  panties.  I watched her stare intently between my opened legs.

     "Later, my dear, I will let you eat me.  Do you give good head?"

     "The best," she said with a wry smile.  It was the only time the entire evening she would try to come out of her shell.  She was a strange woman,  indeed.  I wanted her badly.  I let her look between my slightly parted legs for a few moments.  Her eyes remained glued on my crotch, fascinated by the view.  I wanted to pull her head into me and let her suck me off, but there were things I had to do to her first.  Abruptly, I closed my legs.

     "All right, you've seen enough.  Stand up!" I commanded.  "Put your hands back over your head."

     She arose from her kneeling position and stood, her eyes still riveted to my now closed legs, her hands pointing toward the ceiling.  "Turn
around!" I ordered, and slowly she turned to face away from me, the roundness of the cheeks of her ass was now evident beneath her tight skirt.
This woman was wanton, wild, lustful.  She would do anything I asked of her.  All I had to do was ask. 

     I brought my feet to the floor and reached out to grab a handful of her luscious globes beneath the skirt.  The flesh was firm, only slightly
yielding to the touch.  I kneaded the muscle for several moments, listening to her soft sighs and moans.  Her hips began to undulate slightly under my hands.  I could smell her womanly odors emanating from beneath the dress.  The smell was pungent.  I could only guess that she was really flowing between her legs now.

     Reaching down, I grasped the hem of her skirt and began raising it upward, revealing the back of her sleek legs, tan-looking with the svelte
hose.  She wasn't wearing a slip.  The skirt started to bunch at her waist as I pushed it higher, finally easing it over her lower buttocks.
   
      "You may lower your arms now, Laurie.  Then bend over as far as you can."  As her body bent at the waist, I pushed the skirt all the way over
the curved cheeks of her ass.  The view from behind her was fantastic!  The darker upper portion of the pantyhose was almost completely  opaque.  I could barely discern a pair of white bikini-style panties beneath the material.

     Reaching to my side, I picked up the leather belt that I had recently removed from Laurie's skirt.  I doubled it in my hand, then held it over my
shoulder.  The target area was right in front of my eyes.  She had no idea of what I was about to do.  Surprise, I had learned long ago, is an
important element in proper punishment.  Without saying a word, I drove the belt into her right ass cheek.  There was a dull cracking sound of the  
leather striking against the thin mesh of the pantyhose, followed by a short "Yelp" from Laurie's lips as she fell forward slightly.

     "Does that feel good?" I husked.

     "Yes," she replied, moving her hips slightly from side to side, bracing herself for the next stroke.

     "Tell me you want some more," I said in a demanding voice.

     "I...I want some more," she cried.

     "Open your legs further so you have better balance.  Grab your ankles." She did.  I could see her looking back at me from between her legs.  Her straight blonde hair hung to the floor.  Her eyes were slightly teary, her face was red as a beet. 

     "Close your eyes," I commanded, not wanting her to know when the next stroke was coming.  I waited for a few precious moments, letting the tension build up within her, before bringing the belt down on the left side of her ass. 

     She had braced herself well.  All the stroke could evince from her was a short "AH!" though her body did teeter a bit.  I could see that this was 
too mild for her.  Reaching under the bunched-up skirt, I grasped the elastic of the top of the pantyhose and pulled it downward, stretching it over the alabaster whiteness of her globes, slowly revealing the dividing crack of the two half-moons.  Slowly but surely the sheer whiteness of the
bikini-styled panties she was wearing came into view as I lowered the pantyhose over the bottom of her gorgeous globes.

     The panties looked that they had been painted on her ass, so snugly did they fit against her buttocks.  They appeared to have been made of rayon or satin.  They were plain, without lace or other adornments, with a reinforced crotch.  I slapped her panty-covered ass, this time with the  palm of my hand, just hard enough to make a loud crack.  She gasped, then turned her head around to stare at me.  I liked the feisty look in her eyes, they way her ass pouted outward, the sexy way the pantyhose bunched around her thighs, the tight fit of her silky panties on her ass.

     "More?" I asked.

     Her mouth, slightly opened, closed for a moment.  She nodded at the same time she whispered "Yes."  She appeared pensive for a moment, then blurted, "But do it without my panties."

     I smiled at her bold suggestion.  "With my hand or the belt, Laurie?"

     "B-both, please.  I've been a bad girl and I..."

     "Shhh," I interrupted, moving my hands to the top of the undies.  "I'll punish you real nice.  I always punish bad girls quite nicely.  Hold on
tight!"  She grasped her ankles with her hands hard enough to turn her knuckles white as she braced herself once more, stretching her legs apart
as far as the pantyhose encircling her thighs would allow.

     Her ass was soft, smooth, and pliable beneath my knuckles as I eased the panties over the pure, alabaster-white skin, slowly inching the wispy
material over the remaining lower half of her gorgeous ass, exposing the long, sexy crack that separated the split pumpkin. 

    "Beautiful...Just beautiful," I sighed, taking in the lovely sight of the woman's completely naked ass.  I figured it was as good a time as any
to examine her back there.  Using only the thumbs of each hand, I pressed into either side of the lower divide, forcing the flesh to part, revealing
the pink, round crinkly anus which was surrounded by tiny, light-colored sepia.  Still lower, I could see the beginning of her light-colored, almost
blonde pussy hair poking out just above the crotch of her panties which had joined the pantyhose at mid-thigh.

     "So this is the part of your body that turns you on the most," I said, looking intently at the woman's completely exposed anus.  There was no doubt in Laurie's mind what I was referring to.  The cheeks of her ass were parted wide just where her thighs met her lower globes.  She said nothing, looking up at me from between her spread legs as she continued to be bent over.

     I continued to study the crinkly rosebud for several moments, sometimes moving just the tip of my forefinger over it and listening to the soft sighs
each little movement of my finger caused.  She definitely was anal-erotic, and I knew I could get her off there in many different ways.

     Having explored this area to my heart's content, I pulled my hands away from her.  I looked down at her, fire in my eyes.  "Say 'Now mistress,' I
commanded.

     "N-now, mistress," she nervously whispered, not having any idea what she was saying "now" to.

     "Close your eyes!"  Hardly were they closed than I gave her right buttock a good, hard stinging slap with the palm of my right hand.  She winced, and her mouth opened, but she remained silent despite the pain.  I did it again, quickly, three times in succession, each slap helping to
redden the area beneath my palm.  Still she said nothing, obviously having braced herself for the mild punishment.

     Her tenacity annoyed me.  I picked up the belt next to me, doubled it over once more in my fist, and brought it down hard and firm right across
the crack of her ass.  This time she yelped, falling forward slightly.  "That's better, bitch," I said.  "I want to hear it when it hurts!  Silence tells me I'm not hurting you enough." I gave her another good, hard stroke, across her left globe, and she gave off with a nice, loud "AHH!" punctuated by a quick gasp of breath.

     "It does hurt!" she cried.

     For the next ten minutes, I alternated between spanking her ass with the palm of my hand and using the belt to my heart's content.  I gave her
little rest between strokes, only pausing from time to time to gently stroke the reddened, streaked skin with my fingertips.  I particularly enjoyed the
way her ass rippled whenever I used the palm of my hand on it.  She seemed to be able to take all I could give her...and more.  Her gasps and moans were for my benefit only.  I didn't seem to be hurting her much at all.

     Her buttocks were well-reddened after 15 minutes of my labors.  The knuckles of her hands, which continued their grip on her ankles, were  white from loss of blood, in stark contrast to her crimson face.  She looked so sexy, bent over like that in front of  me, the pretty light-colored curls
of her pussy peeking out from between the 'V' of her partially spread legs.

   The lovely, almost pink rosebud, round and crinkly, exposed completely by her posture, filled me with wonder.  She had already confessed her anal-eroticism and here it was--waiting invitingly to be exercised any way I wanted.  My choices were limited only by my imagination.

     "Stand back up, Laurie," I commanded.  "Turn around and face me."  She did, her skirt falling back into place to hide the lowered garments around her thighs.  Her hands were clasped in front of her pubis, her head lowered submissively.  Her chest heaved slightly as she took deep breaths, allowing her breasts to strain against the cotton blouse. 

     "Remove your pantyhose and panties.  You won't be needing them."  Obediently, she moved her hands beneath her dark blue cotton skirt.  At
once, the already half-lowered material glided down her pale, white legs.  Deftly, she slipped them off her feet, one by one, and kicked them to the
side.

     I looked at my little slave, eyeing her from head to toe.  "When you stand in front of me, at any time, you must open your legs and keep them
open unless I tell you differently.  Your pussy and your ass must always be completely accessible to me.  Open your legs now!"  She moved her legs apart, as best she could, stretching the skirt to its limit.  Her pose was all too inviting.  I inched forward from my seat and watched my hand
disappear beneath the skirt.  As my hand moved upward, I felt the softness of her inner thighs.

     The hairs of her pussy were unbelievably soft.  I was quite surprised at how wet she was there.  She "Ahhhh'd" softly as I gently eased my middle finger into the center of her love nest.  Her hips undulated slightly as she worked her pussy invitingly over my hand.  The insides of her vaginal walls were quite soft and completely soaked with the copious flow of her juices.  It was a veritable lake of juices.  I withdrew my finger from her pussy and brought it to my nose.  The smell of her sex was intoxicating.  She looked down  at me as I put the glistening finger in my mouth and sucked it voraciously.

     "You taste as good as you smell," I said.

     She smiled slightly.  "My pussy is yours," she whispered.