The boy stopped for a moment, his hand going to his belt. I got that delicious feeling in my stomach as he unbuckled and pulled his belt from the loops. I was thinking that there was more to this boy than appeared on the surface. I was more right than I thought, because instead of using the belt on my ass he slipped it around my wrists and pulled it tight.

He grabbed my hair, then, and pulled me up, shoving my knees onto the floor so that I was kneeling in front of him.

"I think you are a very bad lady," he said, looking at me sternly and shaking his head in mock disapproval.

Clearly I had misjudged him. But he certainly wasn’t going anywhere I didn’t want to go.

"I...yes, sometimes I am a very bad girl," I said

There is a footstool that goes with the couch. The news boy hooked it with a foot and pulled it over in front of him. His hand was still in my hair, and he pulled me across it and started getting serious.

Those hands, strong, the long slender finge...

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