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Three of Clubs.

“Yes!” Ashley shouts and claps her hands a few times. “I guess Lady Luck is with me after all!”

“You lucky princess; only four. Go get me a ruler and we can get on with this.”

Ashley excitedly strides down the hall. You wonder if she is happy because she is only getting four, or the fact she is going to be spanked.

Quickly she returns holding a pink ruler in one hand and with her other hiding something behind her back. She gives you the pink ruler, it is a 12 inch “Soft Touch” ruler used by children.

“I don’t think so,” and you give it back to her. “This isn’t about fun, but justice. You need to learn the consequences for cheating.”

Ashley mutters and from her other hand produces an 18 inch heavy wooden ruler.

Taking it from her, you smack your open hand with it hard. SWACK, she jumps at the sound and gives a worried swallow as she sees how red you palm becomes.

“This should do,” you smile. “Move to the side of the couch and bend over and take hold of the couch’s arm,” you command.

Ashley heeds your orders and assumes the position.

With a smile you ask, “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 covers her torso by crossing her arms. “Can we get on with it?” She prods you to hurry up and stop staring.

You nod and Ashley bends over, her bra covered breasts swaying nicely.

As you watch Ashley bending over, you decide to play your usual mind games with her. “Hmm, I was thinking.” Ashley looks over her shoulder at you. “Wearing blue jeans in hardly fair for a judicial spanking, don’t you think?”

Shockingly, and completely out of character, Ashley doesn’t argue. She calmly stands. “That makes sense,” and she begins to unbutton her pants. “I guess I deserve this,” and she pushes her pants down to her knees revealing a bright red high cut thong. Her legs are long and shapely befitting a runner, but her bubble like ass is extraordinary.

“Hmm, who knew,” you whisper to yourself, never thinking the reserved Ashley is into thongs and spanking.

She bends over again and arches her back which lifts her ass high in the air, presenting it for the ruler.