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Three of Spades.

Ashley sighs, “Well at least it was better than the last card.”

“Ace, eight and a three, that would be twelve, do you think you can handle that princess?”

Business like Ashley simply says, “Yes, I guess. Let me go get the ruler.” She goes to her bedroom and returns with an 18 inch heavy wood ruler.

Taking it from her, you look it over. It could really sting if you use your strength. As you debate how hard you should spank Ashley you look up and notice that she has already assumed the position. She has moved to the side of couch and is bent over with her hands holding on to the couch’s arm. It is quite a sight. You grin and decide to improve the visual.

“Let’s get this over with.” Ashley states.

“Haven’t you forgotten something?”

“What do you mean?”

“You lost the last hand and haven’t paid up,” you remind Ashley.

“But you’re going to spank me . . . oh,” Ashley remembers that she also promised to give up her top. She stands up and grabs the bottom of her tank top and pulls it up and off. Underneath is a simple push up bra. Her cleavage is soft, firm and very ample. Her abdomen thin and slightly ripped, all together an amazing sight.

Blushing, Ashley again bends over and takes hold of the couch. Her huge breasts are greatly enlarged by her position. Almost hypnotized you watch them sway back and forth, never have you been so thankful for gravity.

“Can you please get on with it?” Ashley asks again, frustrated by the delay because you have been obviously staring at her like a piece of meat.

Taking your time you don’t answer but look her over again. “Men,” she mutters.

“Princess, I don’t think you are quite ready yet.”

“What?” Confused, Ashley asks.

“Don’t you think wearing blue jeans is a bit unfair?” You ask.

Ashley stands up, a bit upset. “I didn’t lose me jeans!” She protests.

“True, at least not yet. However, wearing jeans does give your ass quite a bit of protection, and since this is a punishment for cheating I think your ass should take the full **** of justice, don’t you think?”

At first Ashley protests, “But I have am wearing . . .” and then stops her tongue and looks a bit embarrassed. She looks away, not wanting to answer.

“Now who is delaying?” You point out.

With a loud sigh, Ashley blurts out, “I am wearing a thong under my jeans.”

Surprised, yet pleased that the reserved Ms. Caryn is into thongs, you ask with a smile. “Well, I would think that would be the perfect choice of underwear for a judicial spanking, don’t you think?”

“On my bare rear? It will really sting.” Ashley protests.

“Isn’t that the purpose?”

“Fine!” Ashley responds in a huff and unbuttons her jeans and pulls them down to her knees and for one more time bends over the couch.

“My” you whisper at the sight. Underneath her jeans is a high cut red thong. You can decide what is more beautiful, her swaying breasts or her firm bubble ass now trust high in the air awaiting the ruler.

“Whenever you are ready, I am.” Ashley tries to hurry you up. Refusing to be rushed you allow your eyes to loiter over the incredible sight that is Ashley’s bikini clad body.

When your eyes have drunk their full you take your position behind your ass, ruler in hand.