Night visit (part3)

"I'm glad that you're wearing stockings, a suspender belt & high heels. I always think they make a beautiful woman look even sexier....more stylish. I'm going to run my hands down the whole of your body starting at your slightly more relaxed shoulders." Suddenly Marina spoke up, feeling that she must protest. Her bra had gone & had been casually tossed aside, before she had time to gather her thoughts. This was really too much. " Wait, wait, this is just not some..." She'd uttered only a few words when she was interrupted by the uninvited man beside her, in a louder deeper voice than before. "You should know that your husband foresaw that you might object to what was going to happen. He gave me permission to spank you in any way & to whatever extent I saw fit, until you decided to allow yourself to be perused, examined, inspected, handled, or whatever description you think applies. I can tell you, I thanked him warmly for his consideration. It's not only that, Marina. You should also understand that ever since I saw your lovely bottom, I've been looking forward to having an excuse to put you over my knee. So now, might I suggest that you put your arms by your sides while I continue with what I've told you is going to happen....?"

     As she lay with her head turned to the side, their eyes met & he put his finger to her lips once more but this time he traced the outline of them softly, deliberately, before moving both his hands to her neck. These hands now moved to her shoulder blades before running firmly down her sides. When Marina's waist had been reached, he paused & he gave a squeeze, as if to emphasise her waistline. Up to this time he'd been moving downwards but now he shifted his position beside her so that he was nearer her feet. Taking her by the ankles, he held both her legs & lifted them upwards, so that they formed a right angle with the rest of her body.. He placed both hands on her left calf, saying as he did so, "I'm going to take each leg in turn, after which I'm going to caress your buttocks in any way that pleases me the most. So it was that Marina felt her legs manipulated & handled & that both ended up being flexed at the knee, until the heels of her shoes were almost touching the base of her buttocks. She'd kept her legs pressed together as tightly as she could under the circumstances but then she felt a hand force a way between the bareness that was the top of her thighs. "This can be such a sensitive zone," he quietly intoned, as though speaking half to himself.