"Why don't you tell me what you want from me?" Amy purred, leaning back in her chair, folding her hands over her stomach and tipping her head back. Her ponytail spilled across the back of the chair. She propped her feet up on her desk.
"You want to know what I'm wearing?" she asked, closing her eyes. "I'm wearing a pink lace thong and a matching teddy. It's cut low over my breasts and high on the sides. You like pink, don't you?"
She listened for a moment, then giggled girlishly. "I only wear naughty clothes like this when I'm alone. My parents are out for the evening, and I'm home from college for the weekend. Do you like me?"
She reached up to adjust her headset. "Well, I like a lot of things. I might seem sweet as pie, but I'm really a very dirty girl. I need a spanking to smarten me up and then a bath to clean me up. Do you want to spank and bathe me, daddy?”