The next morning I woke up with my butt still sore from the punishment he gave me last night. Every time I shifted on the bed, I felt the sting and it only reminded me of how wet it had made me.
I dragged myself into the bathroom, the hot water running down my body as I thought about his hands on me, his voice calling me a slut. By the time I stepped out, my thighs were already slick again.
I smirked at my reflection, boldness I never felt before creeping over me. If he thought spanking me was going to keep me in line, he was wrong. Today, I was going to tease him.
I pulled on a short gown, one that barely covered my ass and skipped the panties. The fabric clung to me, showing the curve of my breasts, my n*****s already hard against the thin material. One look in the mirror and I knew,
