How I became a French Maid - Part 5

I froze. My clitty swelling, my panties becoming moist. Mr. Debonair pulled my arm and led me to the nearby couch. He bent me over the couches arm and pulled up the frilly maids dress. My ass fully exposed, he once again smacked his hand over my ass. I let out a sigh. Again his hand came down, now red outlines of his hand prints were forming on my ass. He wound up and hit me harder. I moaned again, but this time the blow toppled me so that I was no longer standing, I was lying over the arm, my stockinged legs in the air. He pulled my panties down to my ankles, like handcuffs they kept my legs together, closed. My lace thong panties were sticky and wet, but they were no longer hiding my secret, which was now swollen and hard.

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