1. Cherry Blossom 3


    Date: 9/11/2015, Categories: Spanking, Author: Frank_Lee, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories

    had been unfolded. She’d never been up in that part of the house, and wasn’t sure why she’d been summoned there now, rather than the comfort of the master bedroom or the plush, book-lined room Mr. Paxton referred to as his office. She felt naked as she took the narrow stairs. It was one thing to be naked, but another to feel exposed and vulnerable. There were times Paxton could make her feel naked even when she was fully dressed. As much as there was always a gleam of admiration in his eyes, his stare had the power to make her feel small, dainty yet insignificant, yet at the same time the lips of her pussy would feel thick with a kind of liquid fire. A few times since her arrival – for the first time she could remember – in the dark of her own private nights lying in that bed that wasn’t really hers – she felt herself become that liquid fire. Somewhere down under the layers beneath the layers of herself – beneath her shame and fear – she was the burning core of her own universe, hot and bright enough to erase the stars. But it had to be a dream. She felt the play of muscle and sinew in her smooth, bare legs as she took the steep, narrow stairs. The chill in Paxton’s voice when he’d hinted about the salon was still echoing in her mind. Her pulse was racing yet her palms felt clammy. Her benefactor’s seamless sense of control gave him the air of a man completely above anger, yet she knew no man was truly immune. And then, those who rarely give in to it break like a derailing ...
    train when it finally comes down. When her head rose up through the hatch, she froze and let the unexpected sight settle in her mind. The entire space was open and finished as elegantly as any other room in the house. The ceiling was pitched, and there were only two, small windows at the front and back, though there were shades drawn over them now. The wood floor was burnished til it glistened, while Persian carpets covered two or three areas. There was a salon set-up in one area, with a broad sofa, table and a couple of easy chairs. At the far end was a similar area centered around a large, flat screen television. Several feet from there was a broad futon covered with sheets. Sakura instinctively knew they had to silk, like every other bed sheet in their house. In the center of the space, Elizabeth was lying face down on a padded weight lifting bench. Each of her wrists was lashed to its metal legs with dark colored scarves. Her knees were tucked against the other set of legs, also lashed with scarves at the lower end of her thighs, just above the bend. She was wearing a matching, lace bra and g-string. Her hair was pulled back in her signature twist, but not nearly so crisp as usual, with wild strands of blonde hanging stray. Paxton was standing over her, the flat of one palm pressing down between her shoulder blades while he caressed the exposed spheres of her ass with the other. He drew the g-string off to the side and stroked the lips of his wife’s pussy as he noticed ...
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