... I pour icy champagne down the length of my Master's back. He yelps, standing suddenly, bolt upright. I collapse into a fit of giggles, making no resistance as my Master grabs me and spins me, bending me over the back of a chair, pulling my ass up and out. Looking backwards through the waterfall of my long red hair, I catch a glimpse of his expression; laughing/stern. He tries to maintain his poise and authority, but is having difficulty.
His hand sweeps down on my derriere, slapping hard against one cheek, making me gasp and jump. But my p***y flutters a welcome.
"That, Elizabeth," he says "Was very naughty. I am going to have to change my plans on what I had in mind for you today."
"I'm sorry Master." I splutter to stop myself from laughing. "It seemed like a good idea at the time.
