I roll onto you, sitting on your face, your arms trapped under my knees. Your lithe, nude body squirms under me, and I can feel chuffs of your warm breath against my butt—-but it’s different. It’s perfunctory, the fight all but gone from your struggles now. One of your fingers moves, tapping my thigh—-your final signal of submission. Glancing down, I shake my head. “No—-you had your chance. I told you I wouldn’t give you another…” I say softly, knowing you can’t really hear me, but feeling OK that I shared my rationale.
Leaning forward, I slide my hands between your bent legs, pressing my fingers into each calf muscle, gripping them, and then slowly pull your legs out to the sides, unfolding them, and then readjusting my grip, I scoop your legs up under the backs of your knees and pull back, dragging your legs up, folding you at the waist. My hands slide from the backs of your knees, down your sweaty calves, to your ankles, where I tighten my grip, and slowly spread your legs. Your lily white butt and wide open kitty present themselves hungrily to the audience, as I wiggle on your face, smirking. I guide your ankles under my armpits to hold them, freeing my arms. “It’s Free Slap Day!” I call out. “Anyone who has issues with Megan—-or for that matter Bridgette—-come on down and crack a slap into this nice firm ass. It’s fun, it’s free, and it’s all on Megan!"
