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The Spanking Court
She looked so innocently radiant, dressed in a short plaid skirt and skimpy white blouse, and smiling virtuously at me. Her eyes were devoid of mischievousness and malevolence; she didn't look guilty. "You are accused," I barked. "Of being disrespectful to your husband." She giggled and looked coyly at me. I felt my cock swell at her bashful expression and impish demeanour. "Me?" She asked. I tapped stoutly on the oak desk. "You will speak when you are spoken to, unless you want...