Message-ID: <27349asstr$973865407@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <00fd01c0492a$cdfedd20$e102fc3e@enterprise> Reply-To: "Hecate" From: "Hecate" X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V5.50.4133.2400 Subject: {ASSM} Anniv-Flash: Flash (exh) by Hecate X-Original-Subject: {ASSM} Anniv-Flash: Flash (exh) by Hecate Date: Fri, 10 Nov 2000 09:10:07 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: assm-admin <1st attachment, "Flash (exh).txt" begin> Copyright Notice: Copyright Hecate 2000 This story may be downloaded for personal use. It may not be reposted without permission. Placing on a website other than one which is entirely free is forbidden. The story may be placed on an entirely free website subject to the author's agreement. The author's rights pursuant to the Berne Convention shall in no way be abrogated by any permissions given, or by any unauthorised publication. Disclaimer: This story contains scenes of an adult nature and should not be made available to minors in any jurisdiction. The author shall not be responsible for the breaking of any local, national or international laws by anyone who in any way makes use of this story. Please follow the laws of your particular country, region or local area and do not download this story if it is illegal to do so where you live. Flash (exh) by Hecate Camille had spent all morning getting ready for her appointment. She put on, first, a pair of translucent silk panties, and then some sheer silk stay-up stockings. She loved the feel of the silk as it caressed her body. It moved against her, brushing lightly so that she felt small goosebumps everywhere it touched, leaving her skin feeling enervated with sensation. Next was an almost transparent white silk blouse. This brushed her breasts as she moved, tingling against her breasts, making her nipples start to engorge. The aureoles were visible through the silk as her breasts pressed against it. Over this she was going to wear a silk and wool suit. Very proper but with the skirt just a little short, though still covering the tops of her stockings, and a v-neck jacket that showed her blouse and her cleavage, but covering her where her nipples showed through the blouse. Then a pair of patent black leather shoes to complete the ensemble. She looked at herself in the mirror. The image of a businesswoman was reflected back. Only she knew how sexy she felt. How her nipples were grinding against the smooth silk of the blouse, how the silk panties were gently rubbing against her every time she moved, how she was feeling herself begin to moisten with excitement. The car arrived on time and dropped her at the imposing eighteenth century building. She climbed the steps, and went into the building. She took the elevator to the first floor, walked along the corridor, and entered a magisterial office through the open door. She closed the door behind her. The figure at the massive oak desk pointed her toward a comfy leather chair and she went to sit down. Now the fun would start. As she sat she carefully allowed her skirt to slip upwards against the leather seat. Eyes were staring at her and the questions began. By now she was excited to the point where her panties were damp. She could feel the wetness between her thighs. Part way through the questions, she complained of the warmth in the office, and removed her jacket, pushing her breasts forward against the silk, her now erect nipples making pink points in the cloth. Half way through she began to open her legs; the short skirt easing back until she was sure enough light was available for the wet patch on her panties to be seen. She rubbed herself carefully against the leather seat; making her panties caress her pussy, pull on her clitoris. She noticed the questioner move one hand below the desk. The questions came faster, breathing faster, diction more strangulated, until an obvious moan came from behind the desk Camille found herself having a small orgasm in sympathy. The Judge rose from behind the desk, and smoothed down her skirt. She looked at Camille. "Well, that's the best briefing I've ever had, but you're due for a good spanking when we get home, you little minx!" <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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