My Master called round one day whilst I was having a cheap sex chat. He didn’t know I was doing it, and boy, was I in deep trouble!
He stood at the door whilst I played with my pussy, totally engrossed in what the caller had to say. As I put the phone down he looked at me in disgust, and told me I was going to be sorry. He made me bend over the table, laying my hands flat on the surface he very slowly walked around me, and told me I was just a cheap fuck slut. I had my head bowed and knew I was in for a damned good spanking.
I wasn’t wrong. He rolled his sleeves up, and lifted my skirt around my hips. My knickers were wet from the caller, and he pulled them down to the back of my knees. He started Spanking me very hard, and I was yelping like a scolded kitten. My bottom was so sore afterwards I could barely sit down. Didn’t stop me though, perhaps I am a little sex chat slut after all?