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Bad Habits Need Hard Measures

Date: 11/5/2014, Categories: Spanking, Author: ChrissieLecker, Rating: 20, Source: LushStories

she was done, and when I stood back up, her face was flushed and her hair tousled. “Ten sharp,” she reminded me while I slipped back into my pajamas, “don’t forget it.” “I won’t,” I replied with a small voice. * * * * I don’t think I ever had so many orgasms as this Tuesday. Every two hours, I’d traipse downstairs, undress in silence and place my body over Becca’s thighs to get my naked bum swatted until I cried. And every time afterwards, I had to control myself to keep from racing back up the stairs, but as soon as I was in the safety of my room, my fingers danced through my already wet folds and gave me the most intense, wonderful feelings. Wednesday was mostly the same, with a small - or not-so-small - change. When I was about to receive my ten-o’clock spanking, Becca suddenly looked at me with a thoughtful expression. “You know, Miranda,” she said slowly, “why don’t you undress before you come down? It would save me a little time, and it would help drive the point home.” I wasn’t sure what point she was talking about. But the pleasant buzz, now a constant companion, made me agree hastily. “Of course, Becca. You’re right.” “Perfect. Now get over my lap!” * * * * It was for my four o’clock spanking when I entered the living room, completely starkers as we had agreed, when I froze in my tracks. Next to Becca sat a blonde woman her age and looked at me with wide eyes. “Oh god!” I gasped and hastily covered my tits and pussy, and I prayed that the ground would open up and ... swallow me whole. But, to my mortification, Becca just gave a soft giggle. “Oh, I forgot to tell you. Jenny, this is Miranda, my roommate. She has a little problem which needs a bit of an, uhm, unorthodox cure. Miranda, this is Jenny, my editor. Don’t be rude, come over and greet her.” “But… but… I’m…” I stammered. “What did we talk about embarrassment?” Becca hissed. I started to tremble. She wasn’t expecting me to expose myself to her guest, was she? She was. Her eyes narrowed to slits. My skin exploded in prickling heat, but I slowly lowered my arms and took a hesitant step towards the couch. Two pairs of expectant eyes followed my every move, and my knees wobbled. Jenny was pretty. She had a nice tan and wore a light, white summer dress. Her black curls shimmered in the light, and on a finely chiseled nose sat dark rimmed glasses which made her look sophisticated. In comparison with her, I felt clumsy and insignificant. My arm shook when I held it out to her. I managed to croak, “Hello, Jenny,” before my voice gave out. She gripped my hand and smiled at me. Her eyes roamed up and down my body with unconcealed interest. “Nice to meet you, Miranda,” she greeted back, but she didn’t seem inclined to let go of my hand. “You’re working for Joelle, aren’t you?” I nodded. Yes, I was, at least until Monday. I couldn’t tell her that, though. “I love the things she does with makeup. You have to be talented, she only hires the best.” I blushed. “I’m… I’m still learning.” “I’m sure ...