I groaned aloud as I imagined him spanking me for my impure thoughts, my oily ass slapping loud against his fingertips as he rained down strike after strike. My bum would burn hot with my punishment and given the thoughts in my mind I truly deserved to be disciplined. Each hot, searing slap would send delicious, burning pain deep within my pussy, a pain that would only be soothed if he were to finger me afterwards, if he were to lean down and part my cheeks with his thumbs and kiss my sopping wet slit better.

I was moaning quite loudly now, he surely must have been able to hear. It was as much the fantasy I had created for myself as it were the expert ministrations of his hands that were causing me to cry out. Of course the poor boy was just doing his job, but I knew if I didn’t find release soon I would simply explode. Unfortunately, me being me…I couldn’t help but seek out that release for myself.

Finally and with considerable sadness on my part, Michael’s palms came to a rest against my upper thighs. I willed him to have the impertinence to play with my pussy. All it would take was one of his indescribably dexterous fingers to tease my wet slit, to apply a little pressure to my tight little clit, but he did not. I was so sad that it was over, but just then…

“If you would like to slip over onto your back now Amanda, I will do a little work on the front of your legs.”

How wonderful, I thought and once again, a wicked idea entered my mind.

The towel given to preserve my modesty was gathered uselessly around my waist. I twisted around and lay down on my back. I slipped it over my body, but just a little higher than I really should have. It was covering my breasts and just below my belly button, but my poor little cunt was all naked and exposed before Michael. Of course he didn’t know what he was missing, but as I looked up at his handsome face, his useless eyes hidden behind his dark glasses, I parted my thighs a little and felt tiny, hot pulses fire from between my legs throughout my body. My pretty little pussy was his for the taking if only he knew it.

Michael began to work at my feet one at a time, his oily fingers slipping between my toes. He pressed hard into the arches, causing me to cry out and circled softly against the soles. As he finished with one foot and moved to the other I allowed my legs to part that little further still. If only he could have seen what he was missing. My pussy was soft and pouting. It must have been most men’s dream to be presented with a sopping, little cunt like mine. But poor Michael would never know what he could have reached out and taken with absolutely no resistance whatsoever.

He laid the second leg down again and I made sure my thighs were nicely parted as he began to work on my calf muscles. He pressed into me in upward strokes and it felt wonderful, but for all the tension that was being eased from my body where Michael had