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Roxanne took evasive action now. Her blood ran cold. How had she found herself in this situation? Being snatched was bad enough, but enduring the pain of being spanked with a belt was so much worse.

She fought, scratched, and clawed to keep Aiko away from the button on her skinny jeans. But hand-to-hand combat wasn’t her forte, and from this compromising position, the mountain grew higher and higher.

Roxanne felt Aiko’s fingers getting closer and closer. Until then, Aiko made a grab and managed to pull on the button. Without looking, she felt it give way. Roxanne swung herself over on her side to hide her now **** jeans. Aiko had released the button but hadn’t yet gotten to her zipper.

Aiko desperately pulled on the back of Roxanne’s jeans, but mercifully, they didn’t move, having been practically painted to her legs. She took evasive action and swung her boots around. Her struggling managed to catch her a second to tumble head over heels over the front of the sofa, freeing herself from Aiko’s grasp.

The punk princess scrambled away and over the coffee table with her shirt and jacket falling down to hide her body again. Sans her belt, she had still saved her dignity. Her pulse thudded, with the banging echoing around her ears. With adrenaline coursing through her veins, her mind turned.

Aiko and Roxanne eyed each other up with the low coffee table between them.

The babysitter squatted slightly, her hands planted on her slender thighs as if ready to leap across the table.

“Put it off as long as you want,” said Aiko. “I heard the story about Katie, and now you’ve tried to do the same to me. Today, we’re going to see you in your undies. I bet you’re just a scared little girl, really. I saw how scared you were just now. You’re terrified, aren’t you?”

Roxanne shook with anger. “That’s what you think. I’m going to strip you naked, and you’re going on my website. I’ll make sure you never live it down.”

Aiko smirked. “We’ll see if you can keep your pants on first. I’ve got your belt, your button is undone, and that zip is already sliding down.”

The mention of her zipper made Roxanne look down for just a moment. It was all that was needed for Aiko to make the first move.

Roxanne’s reflexes kicked into high gear, and she pulled the pin on the miniature smoke bomb she’d made in her lab. The device let off a loud bang and released a cloud of acrid-smelling smoke around her.

Aiko soon disappeared into nothingness as smoke poured out of the room. Using her natural sense of self-awareness, Roxanne had no problem moving out of harm’s way before smoke clouded the rest of the room. She knew she had around 45 seconds before the smoke would begin to dissolve.

Remembering her vulnerability, she looked down at her pants. The zipper did look open to attack, but not even a sliver of her underwear could be seen. She quickly zipped and buttoned herself up again.

Oh, you won’t be seeing me in my undies today… or any day for that matter, pervos. Sorry, but this is my day. It’s always my day. Nobody will ever see me like that.