I imagine, as I go down to the package room in the basement, to pick up the package of new, sexy, lacy underwear I ordered, that the package guy has figured out what's in the little bag I'm retrieving. He's a tall, sexy, young man who is always ready with a smile as well as my package. He holds the bag, just out of reach, and tells me I can't have it until I model the cutest pair, which he'll pick out. He opens the package, examining the skimpy underwear, exclaiming, "My, how naughty of you, you little slutty girl, to be buying such underwear. Good girls don't wear this kind of underwear."
I blush, and try to hide from his piercing gaze, as he picks out the smallest pair in the bunch for me to show him. I strip from the waist down, and put on the cream-colored lacy panties. He makes a hand motion- circle around- and I turn slowly, enjoying his eyes on me, my pussy getting wetter by the minute.
"Okay then. Come here."
I walk over to him, and suddenly find myself pushed over the counter of the package room, on the receiving end of some hard smacks to my ass. "Naughty girls need a little instruction sometimes, don't they?"
I figure that is a rhetorical question, and remain quiet. A few seconds later, he's done. He hands me the rest of my package, and my ass is slightly warm as I slip my jeans back on. From now on, I'm sending my room mate to go get all our mail.
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