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Hello, and welcome to my blog. I'm so glad you decided to stop by. My name's Angela R Sargenti, AKA The Queen of Short Attention Span Erotica. Got a minute? Then you have time for a quickie.


Wednesday, July 20, 2016

Hi, everyone!
I hope everything's going well
for you.
I'm having a hectic time
with my upcoming move.
Where did I get all this stuff, lol?
Anyway, I'm here today
to give you all
sneak peek at my latest story.
It's the sequel to
"The Brat and the Brainiac."
I'm thinking of calling it,
"The Blonde and the Ballplayer."
Here goes.

When we get to his room, he’s about to turn the TV on, but I don’t want to watch TV.   We’ve both been working hard lately, and I’m sick of sports right now.
            “How about a spanking?” I ask.
            “Right now?”
            “Then strip off from the waist down,” he tells me, flopping down onto the side of the bed.
            “All of it?”
            “All of it.”
            Excited by his matter-of-fact tone, my body responds.  My heart skips a beat and I feel slick down there between my legs.  I hope I can hide it from him.  I kick off my shoes and take off my socks, and then I start undoing my linen pants.  He waits patiently as I take them off and fold them neatly.
            “They’ll wrinkle if I don’t,” I say, setting them aside.
            “Get your panties off and lay them on top.”
            I obey, my heart racing with excitement.  Once I’m naked from the waist down, I turn to him.  He beckons me forward without another word.  I approach him, and, once I’m close enough, he reaches out and pulls me down across his lap.
            My mouth is dry with anticipation, and I await further instructions.
            “Spread your legs.”
            I obey, and he dips his fingers into my slickness.
            “Look at you,” he chides.  “You’re all wet.  You’re a naughty girl, aren’t you?”
            For some reason, I nod.  I feel like I’m in a dream, lying there over his lap.
            “Do you want a warm-up?”
            “Yes, please.”
            Without another word, he starts in, spanking firmly, but not too hard.  I’m comfortable over his lap, but then he ratchets up the heat and the pace.  Pretty soon, he’s going full-bore, and I can feel the heat emanating from my butt.  I catch myself moaning, but I just can’t help it.  I want to tell him to stop, but before I can, he stops on his own and begins rubbing my bottom again.