No Panties? No Problem!

Cory Chase froze when she caught Myra, her teen stepdaughter, flaunting that secret. No panties. None. At all. Myra grinned. Said it felt wild keeping that little truth tucked between her thighs. Cory warned her—flat, hard. Made her swear she'd pull on underwear by tomorrow. She lied. Flat out. Days later wind caught the skirt hem and whipped it clean over her hips. Bare. Right there in the open. Strangers could have seen everything. Cory snapped. Told her the next gust could bring a stranger’s hand instead, slapping that bare ass like it was asking for it. Myra tilted her head, lips curling. “Wouldn’t mind.” Cory shoved her over the kitchen counter, palm crashing down once, twice, sharp cracks echoing. Pink handprints bloomed. Heat spread. Myra moaned—low, throaty, dripping. She pushed her hips back for more. Wetness glistened between her legs. Cory’s breath hitched. Spanking her own stepdaughter, and the girl was soaked for it.