<i>Good girl</i>. Sammy was usually quick to remind anyone who called her 'girl' that she was a full-grown woman, but Mikie... oh, Mikie could have called her 'good girl'<i>all</i>night long. It was like being wrapped in the softest, thickest of blankets. For a moment, Sam felt as if her thoughts were slowly - ever so slowly - beginning to drift away from her. There was the weight of the cuffs around her wrists and ankles, the mildly sweet taste lingering on her lips, the soft creak of leather as Mikie moved. She breathed in... then shakily released the breath as smooth leather slid across the silky skin of her breast.<br/><br/>"Thank you," Sam whispered, her tone filled with gratitude over the simple consideration Mikie had shown. Before Sam even knew she was hoping for it, Mikie was massaging the breast, leather and lace both teasing her. A long, deep moan filled the room, followed by the clink of metal when her hips twitched as an edge on the lace caught on a taut nipple. "Oooh..." Unable to press into Mikie's hands the way she wanted to as her bra was eased down, Sam pulled against the restraints... and whimpered when the cuffs held tight. Her cheeks were flushed with desire, her body afire with anticipation.<i>Swak!</i>Sam gasped, body jerking, as a pink stain spread across the top of her breast. "I--I - " she stammered, struggling to find the words she wanted. "I - ooh, yes," she moaned, "This is the first time I can say I'm happy to have large breasts."<br/><br/>No.<i>No, no,</i>she thought when Mikie released the soft globe. The attention Mikie had paid to her breast was so much better than the fumbled groping Sam typically had to endure, and she was eager for more. If the other woman's admission was anything to go by, at least there was a good chance her breasts would feel those leather-clad hands again tonight.<br/><br/>A slight weight lifted from her back, one Sammy had forgotten was there. The leather had grown warm against her skin, but felt like a brand when it slapped down on one cheek already pale pink from the earlier slaps. Those, Sam realized, had been only a hint of what was to come. The strike was met with a startled gasp, followed by a stifled moan as a dull ache spread across the top of one cheek when Mikie lifted the paddle. Before she had time to brace herself, the other cheek was treated to a taste, and Sam pulled against the restraints even as her core clenched. Wet. Her panties were wet enough to render the lace transparent, molded perfectly to her mound and proudly on display in this position.<br/><br/>"More..." The plea broke without Sam even knowing she wanted more. There was little room to move, but she leaned her body back as much as possible and tilted her hips, trying to present the lush curves of her buttocks enticingly to Mikie. "Mikie.. please," she whispered, voice slightly muffled by the way she turned her face towards the padded leather of the bench, pressing her forehead against a cool spot.