The most humiliating part of the ritual that led up to a spanking for Jennifer was the household duties she was made to perform in the special punishment-uniform Leo had given her.
Early that morning, she had told Leo to go fuck himself when he told her she needed to get out of bed--though she, just the night before, had begged him to help her get up earlier. He had immediately said, "Get into your punishment-uniform, Jennifer. You're going to get a spanking after breakfast."
With her face glowing red, Jennifer had had to get out of bed, and take off her nightgown, and put on the lacy blue lingerie, and the black stockings, and the heels, while Leo watched.
Then he had said, "Go make breakfast, now, please. Before you do, please get the spanking chair and put it in the living-room, so you'll be able to see it from the breakfast table."
Standing in the kitchen, at the counter, cracking eggs, dressed only in the sexy things Leo liked to see her in when he punished her, she knew that his eyes were on her, and above all on the shapely bottom he loved to spank until it was bright red, while Jennifer cried, "I'm sorry, sir!"
Somehow, the beautiful lingerie, which would have made her feel so sexy and desirable if she wore it for him to come to bed on a Saturday night, where he might rip it off her and fuck her senseless, felt shameful here in the kitchen. The thought of the spanking made her shift from foot to foot, as the warmth grew between her thighs.
She heard Leo come up behind her, and gasped when he rested his palm upon the bottom from which he would soon strip the lacy panties. "What kind of naughty slut makes breakfast in her punishment-uniform?" he asked.
(Photo via the marvelous Magdy Love, of the wonderful Nylon Stockings & Lingerie community on Google Plus.)
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