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Chapter 9 by leatherslave leatherslave

What's next?

Tamara should feel the strap-on, but differently than she thinks...

"You reprobate harlot!"

It echoed across the parking lot, which was thankfully deserted late in the evening.

It took Tamara a moment to correctly classify the angry exclamation of her counterpart... both words sounded so old-fashioned, they were so unfamiliar to the female pimp, but after a second of shock she understood their meaning very clearly...

Meanwhile, Gretchen Fischer tore the King Cock out of the package in one fluid movement and threw it at Tamara, who was standing in shock in front of her, like Samson at the Philistines, or something like that... even the well-mannered Ms. Fischer was no longer really Bible-proof.

Swinging the King Cock like a rubber truncheon, she pushed the completely surprised dominatrix onto her stomach on the hood of her own sports car...

Gretchen paused briefly, her breathing was heavy, she struggled to control her choleric side to the point where she uttered between heavy breaths, during which her firm breasts rose and fell:

"So you hussy, take off your finery and stick out your butt, now you're going to get the spanking that you're obviously missing!"

Tamara was astonished by the complete turnaround up to this point, she had wanted to tease it out of her, wanted to see for herself what her partner had seen in this woman, but now the tremendous reaction to her provocations surprised her at the wrong foot!

The dominatrix was not at all keen on a rubdown, but the raging Ms. Fischer with the 30cm hard rubber of the King Cock in her hand commanded respect....

And so it happened, that Tamara of whom no one would have ever claimed that she even had the slightest hint of submissive or even masochistic desires, obediently followed the young teacher's command.

Because she was lying on her stomach on the car, it took a moment for her to open the zipper of her gloss pvc jumpsuite enough...

And another agonizingly long moment passed until she had pushed the ultra-figure-hugging jumpsuite down to just below her firm tasty ass.

Tamara had hoped a little that the young teacher's anger would have subsided by then or that her determination would have weakened and that she could talk her way out of the situation if necessary...

Is Tamara lucky or is she now getting the good smacking she deserves?

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