Nope.

As I stepped into the shower and turned on the water, I heard the sound of the front door opening and closing. I don't know where Lynn was going, but she was still gone by the time I got done. So, I casually dried off and proceeded to get dressed in jeans and a t-shirt complete with a second set of innocents. I usually bought them in packs as they tended to get dirtier faster and no one likes dirty white panties.

With a shrug, I finished cleaning the dishes and even managed to vacuum before chilling on the couch. The thought occured to me to continue to the fetish hotel I was going to, but I had a gut feeling staying home would provide a more interesting day. It took another hour before Lynn stepped through the door again and upon seeing me, she just sighed in disappointment, a couple brown bags on her arms. Walking over to the couch she set them down before plopping down on the couch next to me. She quickly grabbed the back of my neck and leaned in close, a possessive growl escaping her lips. "Why are you dressed? Did I say you could get dressed?" She asked and I shook my head before she half threw, half dragged me over her knee. There was a couple very hard spankings before she stopped and began to try and pull down my jeans. After 30 seconds she stopped. "Fuck!" She sat me up and stood. The fact she was taller than I was just allowed her to stare down at me like a master looks at a disobediant pet. Taking a hold my shirt she tore it open before stopping and stepping back. "Let's see how obediant you can actually be; give you a chance to redeem yourself. Strip, bitch!"

I opened, disgaruding the rest of my shirt before starting slowly on my jenas. "Fucking Christ. Bra and panties, too? You really don't wanna sit, today, do you, slut? That's fine, you can lay on your stomach all day, I'm still gonna fuck you silly."

Blushing, I unhooked my bra and slid off my panties. As Lynn sat back down she reached into a bag and pulled out a paddle. "Over my knee," she ordered and I quickly obeyed. With one hand she took hold my mane and the other she rubbed the wooden paddle against my naked ass. "Good girl! You can be a very good girl when you want to be, huh? And you know what good girls get, right?" she teased, setting the paddle down on the couch, her bare hand stroked my ass. "Good girls, get this," here she began to rub my drooling pussy. She liked to keep her claws sharp and I was surprised at how gentle she could be. Even as she slid a couple digits into my needy love tunnel, I didn't fear she was gonna tear open my walls. "Yeah, even some fingers in there. Maybe, if they're really good, maybe a nice dick in there. Yeah. That's what you want, right? A nice big dick inside your hungry little cunt; to be fucked and bred like the bitch in heat you are?" I nodded, trying not to moan. "But don't worry, my slutty little fucktoy, I'm gonna breed you whether you want it or not. Yeah, you're my little fuck pet, now."

I was so close to cmming when she removed her fingers from my snatch. "But you haven't been a good girl today. No. You've been a very bad girl. And bad girls get their ass beat!" she said, taking up the paddle and going to town on my ass. I counted 50, tears welling up in my eyes.