The Great Panty Caper “Let’s have these down,” Lori said in her ‘Mrs. Harris

The Great Panty Caper “Let’s have these down,” Lori said in her ‘Mrs. Harris’ mode.“Up to you,” I told her, “You bought them for me.”“Oh is that how it works?” she laughed.  “Maybe I should buy you more.”“Why, so you could control all of them?” I suggested.“I think I will,” she decided.  “I like that idea.  “But for now, these come down and you’d better get yourself over my knee.”“Yes, ma’am,” I said quietly, suddenly a little less jubilant.  ***A few days (and one real bottom-roasting) later, Lori surprised me with packs and packs of undies. Light, dark, several with pretty little floral patterns…“Isn’t this too much?” I asked, kind of embarrassed over how much she must have spent – but she completely dismissed it.“Enough to get you from laundry day to laundry day – and still have some choice based on what you’re wearing.  This way you can wear them every day.”“Never my old ones?”“Not if you’re being good – and doing what I want.  You want to do what I want, don’t you, Kelsey?”I nodded a definite ‘yes’.“Good – then you should have a pair of these on at all times – a clean pair,” she specified (making me blush because of course they go on clean but sometimes I get a little excited (or more than a little)). “Except, of course, when you shouldn’t be wearing panties – like with pj’s or in the shower.”“Oh, okay, I guess…” I said, starting to look closely enough to see that they are all the same style – cotton, full-cut…  “Aren’t these… spanking panties?” I asked. We had never said that, but I always felt that this type was, under the right circumstances, a little bit naughty…“Yes, they are – though they’ll be off when I spank you.  Of course.”“Of course,” I echoed.“But they’re perfect when you’re just about to be spanked, or have just been spanked, don’t you think?”“Uh huh…”“And when you have a spanking coming up… which is the rest of the time,” Mrs. Harris finished.Yes, I guess – always have a spanking coming up.  The thought made me all squirmy.  I mean, I knew I had one coming any minute, but just… always…“And since they’re really your panties…” I prompted, wanting to hear her on the subject…“Yes… since they’re my panties you’re wearing, they’ll come off when I say they do, and stay off until I say so,” she ordered.  I felt a heartbeat pulse in my down-there place. “Even if I call you on the phone – or text.”This I was not expecting.  The idea of getting such a text – or call – was intimidating, embarrassing – and super-exciting.“And,” she announced, “whenever they come down – bed, bathroom, whatever – I want you to take just a brief moment to think that they’ll be coming off for a spanking not all that long from now.”“I see,” I said noncommittally, my mind racing.“Can you do that for me, Kelsey?”“Yes, ma’am, I’m sure…” I’m sure I’m going to have ‘messy panties’ a lot if I do is what I was thinking.“Well then let’s get you out of your old panties one last time… I think a nice long trip over my knee right now would be good.”  I couldn’t be very surprised about that.“And before you leave you can put on a new pair,” Mrs. Harris said cheerily as I shed my bottom-coverings so she could spank my bare bottom. -- source link

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