by C. P. Mandara
"That's thirty spanks." He moved towards me menacingly, trying to make good on his threat to remove my clothes if I refused, but I was too quick for him. Sliding the straps of my bra down my shoulders, I let it fall to the floor and wiggled out of my panties. If he wanted to see me naked he could have an eyeful. Resisting the urge to cover my nakedness with my hands, I glared at him defiantly.