Club Agony & Ecstasy Box Set by Lexi Cross Page A

recuperate from the dizzying orgasm. She could feel the thick droplets running down her thighs and soaking the waistband of her skirt, but had no strength to react.
    She took a few deep breaths and tried to steady herself before returning to the chair
    “Owwww..shit that’s tender!”
    She had almost forgotten how savage a spanking she had taken, but attempting to sit was a startling reminder.
    “What the fuck did you do to me?”
    She was coherent now, and could feel the sticky liquid splattered across her backside and smeared into her skirt.
    “Jesus, you fucking covered me!”
    “Missed that, did you? Guess you were distracted. You should pay attention next time.”
    “Aw, shit...I don’t even have a change of clothes here anymore! I took my stuff home to do laundry!”
    She was looking around the office, hoping to find a fitting change of clothes. She glanced at him long enough to see the devious grin cross his lips, and knew immediately he had planned this with that in mind.
    “I know,” he chuckled, “I was here last week when you took it home!”
    She stared at him for a moment before cracking a smile; it was a pretty sneaky trick on his part and she had to appreciate that.
    “You asshole! You knew I’d have to wear this home. It’s almost 10pm, where am I gonna get clean clothes?”
    She had to admit; it was well planned and at least a little bit funny, but if her husband saw her walk in the door like this he was going to have a fit. How was she going to explain it?
    He grinned and tossed his hands in the air, stifling a hearty laugh at her misfortune.
    “Say you were auditioning,” he offered sarcastically “for a foreign film.”
    “It’s not funny,” she said, trying unsuccessfully to suppress her own giggles, “well; I guess it is a little!”
    She walked towards him; still nude from the waist up, her heavy breasts flushed from the intense workout.
    She reached her hands around his waist and looked up at him, a look of contentment about her, despite her lack of clean clothing.
    “I guess you had to mark your territory.”
    “You know it baby,” he assured her, “guess I’m just a dog at heart.”
    Cassie leaned in to give him a final kiss before surveying the room for the rest of her clothes. Traffic was always obnoxious in this area at night, and she had only twenty minutes to get on the road.
    “Here, maybe this will help you out,” he offered, holding up a bag from her favourite designer, Lilja. She was a local and dropped by the club often to hold shows for her kinky clothing collection; Mitch had gotten her hooked on on the label after treating her to some of Lilja’s exquisite corsets.
    “For me?”
    She squealed and reached for the bag; pulling out a hot pink kilt, shorter than the one she was wearing.
    “I got it last week for you, but I didn’t see you till today.”
    “You knew all along that you had it?”
    “Well...not exactly. I forgot until a few minutes ago, actually.”
    “You’re full of shit; you wouldn’t send me home like that? Would you?”
    “I guess you’ll never know”
    He chuckled ominously and took her sticky clothing from her.
    “I’ll have someone wash it for you. One of the new girls.”
    “You’re so mean!” she replied, giggling nonetheless at the idea.
    He gave her a quick squeeze and slapped her ass; indeed the lower half of her cheeks were quite visible in the abrupt little kilt.
    He was starting to get hard just thinking about it.
    “Ok darling, you gotta go,” he shook his head, “I have to get some actual work done, and you are such a tempting distraction!”
    She nodded, finished dressing and gathered the last of her stuff, flashing her round ass as she slipped her heels back on.
    Don’t forget our deal, babydoll,” reminded her as she turned to leave, “that ass and mouth are mine. And wear that skirt next week! You have a lot of learning to do.”
    Cassie smiled as she headed out the door, her reddened bottom stinging in the