She stood silhouetted in the door, the riding crop in her hand. I waited a long time and now it was payback time. As she stepped into the light, her black jacket was tied in front, trapping her naked tits. The slit in her skirt exposed her stockings and garter, sans panty.

“Why now?” I asked. I fought down the rising desire and fear in my pussy.

“You know the drill.” She opened her legs.

Naked, I dropped to my knees, my face between her legs. My tongue found her clit and her wet slit.

The punishment was swift: Whack.