OK, I guess we could do that, but what's up? Is this a I'm-a-bad-girl-I-need-to-be-punished thing? Or a Catholic school girl thing?"

But I've got to say, when I started reading jerk off stories, the spanking ones completely eluded me. Why were they arousing? But I had a girlfriend once who got off on spanking and from then on I could get hard just thinking about an ass up in the air waiting for my hand. I never told Rachel and I wasn't about to now. Hey Bobby boy..." Rachel was doing a little twerk. "Maybe you plug me up to keep me from leaking onto the floor?" A few weeks went by. One day after work we were going at it. Her eyes were twinkling as she stood up to undress for me, slowly removing her blouse, her work skirt. She surprised me because she had on her trashy lingerie, not at all usual for a work day. Now are you ready? Or are you too ready? You're not going to sploosh all over my butt before we even get started, are you?"Just spank me. No humiliation, well, maybe a tiny bit. But ,I think the spanking itself could be ... you know, so intense. Maybe it's a new way... maybe it could make me come, the way my nipples do when you twist them."

She laid the rake down and sat on the edge of a hay bail and looked at me. “So, is that how you see me Michael, the motherly figure that will blister your naughty bottom? Have you fantasized about me like that a lot?” “Aunt Paula, honestly, before this morning I never thought about it, but it is all that I have thought about today,” I said. “I have no one else to talk about this with but you.” “Well Michael, she said, you can talk to me about anything, but I do not know if I am the person to fulfill this fantasy with.” “Aunt Paula I respect you and really like you, so who else could it be?” “Michael, you do not know what you are asking, how do I know that you would not tell anyone?” “Aunt Paula, I would not tell anyone and if I did you could punish me harder. I want you to really spank me for being a bad boy. I deserve it.” But the more she talked about her ass, the hotter she got. Her tits were swaying harder and faster and the more she begged me to swat her the wetter she got. For the next few weeks Rachel kept looking for new ways to get spanked. But I could tell, it was more than just spanking that was on her mind now. We went about our kitchen chores, but I had a hard time getting down with the meal because I was so hard. She was putting some stuff into the dishwasher when I realized she might be feeling the same way.

She was right, she was so tight. I could hear her cunt juices sloshing around and it was making me pump her harder. Rachel came out of the bathroom all red and rosy from the hot water, looking pretty warm herself. As she unwrapped her towel she looked over at me.