POOF!
In a cloud of smoke, a Genie appears in front of me, and intones,
"I am the Genie of Fantasy. I can not make you rich or famous, but I CAN put you into any fantasy world you wish. You can stay in the fantasy world as long as you want... you can say the words, "Teenie Genie, take me home" or if you fall asleep, you'll return to this real world, and only one minute in real time will have passed."
I eagerly told him what I wanted.
POOF!
I was seated in the living room.
Merry arrived home, with a foul look on her face, and she immediately said, "Some idiot cut me off on the way to the meeting, I got in a big argument with some fool at the meeting, and traffic was crap on the way home!"
I nodded, and she went on, "I need some serious stress relief."
I nodded again, and she said, "Go into the other room, strip, and get on the bench."
I got up, I went, I stripped, I got on the bench, and I waited.
She came in, she got out the box of implements, and she went to work, beating my bare bottom.
Somewhat worn out, as were my buttocks, I heard her sit down on the bed in that room, then I heard the sounds of clothing being removed, then I heard the whirring of the magic wand, followed by her gasps and moans, and she climaxes several times.
She stopped and said, "I feel so much better. I need a nap."
And I heard the bed shift, as she lay back, then I heard her soft snoring.
I knew better than to get up from the bench without being told to do so, so I waited there, then I closed my eyes, and dozed off.
POOF!
I was back in my living room.
POOF!
In a cloud of smoke, a Genie appears in front of me, and intones,
"I am the Genie of Fantasy. I can not make you rich or famous, but I CAN put you into any fantasy world you wish. You can stay in the fantasy world as long as you want... you can say the words, "Teenie Genie, take me home" or if you fall asleep, you'll return to this real world, and only one minute in real time will have passed."
I eagerly told him what I wanted.
POOF!
I was seated on a couch in my Aunt Emma's living room, next to my fiance, Erin.
Memories of this fantasy came to me:
Aunt Emma was my late mother's sister, and had raised me from my teenage days.
I received bare bottom spankings from her on a regular and frequent basis.
I became accustomed to them, perhaps addicted to them.
They stopped when I went away to college, of course, but anytime I returned to her home for holiday or vacation, they resumed, with her spanking me almost every day when I was there.
Then I graduated, and got a job about 100 miles from her house.
It became a regular thing for me to come to her house on Sundays, and receive a lengthy spanking from her.
I told her about meeting Erin ... that we met, then fell in love, and she had accepted my marriage proposal.
And, I told Aunt Emma, the topic of spanking had yet to be broached. I told her, I did not even know how to begin.
"Bring her over, and leave it to me," she said.
So, seated on the couch:
Aunt Emma said, mostly to Erin, "How would you rate his general behavior?"
Erin smiled. "Oh, he is so nice, such a gentleman in all respects."
"Care to guess where that comes from?"
"Well, I guess he was raised right."
"That, plus the very regular spankings I used to give him, and still do when he visits."
Erin giggled, and said, "Spankings?"
"Yes, and if you wish to have him maintain his good behavior, you should continue giving him spankings."
"I ... I wouldn't know how to start...."
"Then allow me to demonstrate. Paul, prepare yourself to go over my lap."
Blushing a little, I stood up,and began to undress....
Off with shoes, shirt, pants, socks, then tighty whities.
Erin's mouth fell open as I stripped down.
Then I went over Aunt Emma's lap, and
She smacked my bare bottom with her hand for quite some time.
Then she pulled her favorite hairbrush out from under her chair and
Satisfied, she stopped and said, "Go to the corner."
I got up and went.
"He is very obedient," said Aunt Emma to Erin. "Just tell him to get ready for a spanking, and he will quickly comply without an argument."
"I see," said, Erin, slowly. "Um, when should I ... begin?"
"Whenever you like, now that you are engaged. Get him accustomed to your authority. Spank him at least once a week, and more often if it suits you."
"Okay, then...."
Mission accomplished, I thought, and I whispered, "Teenie Genie, take me home."
POOF! I was back in my living room.
POOF!
In a cloud of smoke, a Genie appears in front of me, and intones,
"I am the Genie of Fantasy. I can not make you rich or famous, but I CAN put you into any fantasy world you wish. You can stay in the fantasy world as long as you want... you can say the words, "Teenie Genie, take me home" or if you fall asleep, you'll return to this real world, and only one minute in real time will have passed."
I eagerly told him what I wanted.
POOF!
I was back at the BDSM party, sitting, with Merry barely awake, next to me, just ... watching.
Miss B came up to us, and said to me, "Shilo, at our last party, you suggested we play sometime. You up for it now?"
I smiled. "Sure..."
Merry let me up, and Miss B and I moseyed towards a spanking bench.
"Anything special you like?" she asked.
"Well, Merry can handle a paddle, if you know what I mean.."
She nodded, and I continued, "But she's not so going with flexible leather ... tawse, strap, belt, that sort of thing. Half the time or more, she hits herself when she's pulling it back. So, I'd like to experience a strapping from someone skilled."
"I can do that," she said with a smile. "What intensity level do you prefer?"
"You've seen Merry in action?"
"MMM hmm," she said smiling again.
"Like that," I said.
"And, safe word?"
"Oh, I dunno, I've never used one. Merry likes 'purple', how about that?"
"Sure. Ready?"
"Oh yeah." I pulled my briefs down and off and mounted the bench.
She started with ten strokes of a Lochgelly tawse, as I grunted softly.
She followed that with ten of a razor strop, and I grunted louder at each.
Then came ten of a Canadian prison strap, and my grunts became soft Oh ooch oooh
Then ten of a CP ruler strap, and I was much louder in my groans of Unhh Unchhh....
She stopped and whispered in my ear, "How ya doing?"
"Wow...owch," I said.
"Your bottom is quite colorful. I'm a little afraid to do anymore. Shall we call it a wrap?"
"Sure," I moaned, standing up slowly, "Thank you very much."
She gave me a quick hug, and went on her way, and I cleaned up the bench, and pulled on my briefs.
I went to fetch a couple more bottles of water.
Just outside the kitchen, a younger (not young, but younger than Merry, for example) stopped me and said, "Hi, remember me?"
I said, "No, but I have a memory for names and faces like a gnat..."
She chuckled, and said, "I go by StrictSue, or Sue for short. You are Shilo; we met at a party, a couple months ago."
"I believe you," I said.
She chuckled, and said, "Anyway, you are possibly the bottom with the highest tolerance I've seen in action..."
"I've heard that before..."
"So, can I show you something?"
"Um, sure."
We walked to where her toy bag was, and she pulled out an 16" long, 1 1/2" wide strap, rubber on both sides, and handed it to me.
"Ah, the Curse of Dana," I mused.
"Oh, you know of it?"
I shrugged.
"Ever, um, had it applied to your bottom?"
I shook my head, no.
"Well, I'll tell you, I've used it on, oh, more than half a dozen guys and gals, and none could take more than four swats before they safe-worded. I had a girl friend use it on me just to see, and I could only take two swats."
"Mmm hmm..?" I said, expectantly.
"SO .. I was wondering if you'd be willing to try it out..."
"On you?" I said, with a straight face.
She chuckled, "No. On you."
"Ah," I said. "Well, sure, okay."
Spanking benches were occupied, so we found a table for me to lean over.
"How do you want to ...do this?" she asked.
"Uhh... sets of five, stop and check in with me after each set, same intensity as you used on the other, um, victims, and safe word 'purple'."
"Okay."
I took down and off my briefs and bent over the table.
She swung the strap and
it hurt like nothing I've felt before (well, maybe a sjambok).
I grabbed to the edge of the table, hard, and groaned through gritted teeth, and tried to control my breathing.
Breath in, hold, breath out...
The second stroke was as bad as the first, and I groaned louder through my teeth.
With the third stroke, I was trying to visualize the pain spreading through my whole body, rather than centered in the top of my buttocks, but I still groaned
With the fourth stroke, I started to repeat to myself, "The flesh is composed of Spirit. Spirit feels no pain, therefore I feel no pain."
The fifth stroke just fucking hurt, and I hissed through clench teeth.
She stopped and whispered in my ear, "How you doing?"
After a pause, I said in a controlled by trembling voice, "Please .. continue."
With the sixth stroke, I forced myself, felt myself, getting angry. Not at her, per se, just a generalized anger, to get my fight-or-flight response system going, to get adrenaline pumping into my system.
It worked enough that I was able to take the next four strokes with only the slightest of groans.
She stopped and whispered, "Your bottom is, well, a very fine mess. I am going to stop now."
"Okay," I whispered, and very slowly, pushed myself upright, and felt just a bit light headed.
She handed me my briefs, which I very gingerly stepped into, and pulled up, with a loud groan.
"That was really impressive, how you took that. I really hope we can do it again sometime, perhaps before your bottom has been thoroughly worked over."
"Looking forward to it," I said, with a fake smile.
She walked away.
I went to where Merry was still sitting, and very slowly sat down next to her, moaning softly.
"Did that hurt?" she said, with just a little tongue-in-cheek.
"I'll never admit to it," I said, leaning back with my eyes closed.
"We should get one of those,"she said, thoughtfully.
"I'll leave it to you to order it. So, I know it'll never happen."
She chuckled and jabbed my ribs with her elbow.
"I want to go talk to Miss B. Mind if I leave you alone?"
"Not at all."
She got up and walked away.
My eyes still closed, I drifted.
POOF! I was back home.
POOF!
In a cloud of smoke, a Genie appears in front of me, and intones,
"I am the Genie of Fantasy. I can not make you rich or famous, but I CAN put you into any fantasy world you wish. You can stay in the fantasy world as long as you want... you can say the words, "Teenie Genie, take me home" or if you fall asleep, you'll return to this real world, and only one minute in real time will have passed."
I eagerly told him what I wanted.
POOF!
Merry and I were walking into the lobby of a dungeon, for the BDSM party being held there, me pulling our toy-bag-on-wheels.
We checked in at the front desk; I handed over our tickets, and we went in.
After the preliminary folderol, the actual play time began.
We quickly found an available spanking bench, and I set down the toy bag, and Merry opened it, and pulled out the implements she already had in mind to use.
We had agreed, in the car on the ride over, that, rather than her starting out in her top gear for beating my bottom, she would start with a warm up on the seat of my briefs, then take them down and proceed.
I stripped down to tighty whities and a white a-shirt ... keeping the a-shirt on because laying on a leather bench can get terribly sticky and sweaty.
She started with some forty swats of the bath brush onto my cotton-covered buttocks, increasing in intensity from light to medium to medium-harder.
She stopped and whispered in my ear, "Warm enough?"
"Yes, Merry," I replied
She pulled my TW down, and off my feet.
She continued with twenty swats of the Big Paddle to my naked buttocks...
Then twenty swats of the Red paddle ...
Twenty swats of the hard leather paddle...
Twenty swats of the double leather paddle...
Twenty swats of the square/pizza paddle ...
Twenty strokes of her long bamboo cane...
Twenty strokes on each of my upper thighs with a short Delrin cane...
And finished with twenty swats of the zombie killer bamboo paddle, hard enough that I was jerking my hips at each swat.
She whispered in my ear, "Your bottom is a gorgeous dark red, how you doing?"
"You've done a fine job, Merry," I whispered.
"Okay, I see an available long table. I'm going to claim it, while you clean this bench up."
She went, and I slowly got up, slowly I say, as I was just a bit dizzy, and began cleaning the bench with alcohol wipes.
I went to her at the table, and she said, "Bend over the table, I'm going to stretch your hole."
So, I bent over.
She began by inserting butt plugs into my anus, going through the range that we had in the bag, from small to large, inserting each and pushing it in and out a few time before switching to the next in size.
She switched to the 9" long black flexible dildo, and pushed it in my hole, and pulled it out, then back in, several times.
"I think you're ready," she said, taking it out, and putting a disposal glove on her right hand.
She spread my cheeks with her left hand, then worked one finger, followed by two fingers, into my whole, followed by a third finger, then a fourth, then her thumb, and pushed a little harder, until her fist was in my ass, up to her wrist.
She twisted her hand inside me a few times, then withdrew it, slowly, as I moaned in relief.
"Up on the table," she said, "On your back, hands on your knees, head down, legs straight up and spread."
I positioned myself.
She started whipping me between my cheeks, on my taint, with a light flogger.
She took up a short cane, and began applying strokes on top of my anus, to my taint, and to the inside of my thighs, as I moaned.
"Now, legs down ... knees up, legs spread, hands behind your head, head on the table."
I positioned myself.
She stood next to me, took hold of my penis in one hand, and inserted a skinny tube into my urethra. The device was a vibrator, and when she activated it, I began moaning softly.
Then she took another vibrator, slipped it into my anus, and activated it, and my soft moans became loud gasps.
She left me there alone a few minutes, while she went to fetch a couple bottles of water.
"Had enough yet?"
"Oooohhhhhh," was all I could get out of my mouth.
She turned off the vibrators, and extracted them from my urethra and anus.
"Lots of cleaning to do," she mumbled, putting them in a plastic bag along with the used plugs and dildo.
"Get up."
I got, and she said, "My turn for forced orgasms.... don't forget the ties."
She reached up under her dress, and pulled down and off her panties, and she got on the table, on her back.
I pulled cloth ties out of the bag, and used them to tie down her wrists, above her head to the table, then with her legs spread, tied down her ankles.
I got on the table, kneeling between her legs, pulled up her skirt, and went down on her, my tongue to her clit, and she moaning and twisting in O after O.
I gave her a break while I got off the table to fetch the magic wand with dildo attachment, and found a place to plug it in.
Back on the table, I went to town with it, on her and in her, bringing her to O after O after O ... until she moaned and gasped, "Purple! Purple .... purple."
That was my cue to stop, which of course I did.
I put the wand away, and she lay there, gasping for breath.
I untied her, and helped her off the table.
I was still naked from the waist down, so I found my briefs and put them on, then we found a place to sit down.
We sat close to each other, and she slumped down, put her head in my lap, and her breathing suggested she had fallen asleep.
So, I leaned my head back, and closed my eyes.
POOF! I was back, in my living room.
POOF!
In a cloud of smoke, a Genie appears in front of me, and intones,
"I am the Genie of Fantasy. I can not make you rich or famous, but I CAN put you into any fantasy world you wish. You can stay in the fantasy world as long as you want... you can say the words, "Teenie Genie, take me home" or if you fall asleep, you'll return to this real world, and only one minute in real time will have passed."
I eagerly told him what I wanted.
POOF!
My wife informed me she had a special birthday surprise for me. Which was quite the surprise for me, as it was well past my birthday.
She told me to be showered, dressed, and ready to go in an hour. And make the sure the camcorder had a charged battery and was ready to go with us.
An hour, we departed, with her driving, as I did not know where we were going.
We arrived at a posh hotel downtown, parked and went in.
We entered the lobby. We headed to the elevator, and evidently knew to what floor we were going, as she confidently pushed the appropriate button.
On the 12th floor, we exited, and she looked at room numbers until she found the want she wanted, and knocked on the door.
The door opened, and there stood, to my great surprise, Dana Kane, a spanker of great repute whose work I've admired for some time.
We made introductions, and Dana said, "Your wife has arranged for you to a session with me."
I seem to remember a broad smile crossing my face.
"Merry, when you are ready..."
Merry took the camcorder out of the case, and prepared it, and nodded, ready.
Dana looked at me, and said in a stern voice, "Your wife has sent you to me for discipline, for a long list of reasons including bad attitude, back talking, and not giving her sufficient sexual satisfaction. Let's get started. Strip down to your underwear and socks."
I undressed, to tighty whities and white socks.
She picked up a paddle, and said, "Bend over that chair."
I did and
She stopped, put down the paddle, and took my TW down until I stepped out of them, then she picked up a different paddle and
She put down the paddle, to pick up a cane and
Then she had me bend over the arm of a couch, picked up a belt and
Then she sat down in a chair, hairbrush in hand and beckoned me to her. I went over her lap and
and she smacked my bottom for a VERY long time.
"Now, get up and go to the corner, there," she said, pointing.
I got up and went.
"That should do it," she said, and I heard Merry turn off the camera.
"Turn around," said Merry, and I did so, with a very weak smile.
"And, belated Happy Birthday."
"Thank you, Darling," I said.
Dana just nodded.
I dressed, starting with carefully pulling up my TW over a very sore bottom, and continued.
I thanked Dana for her time, even though I was sure that Merry had pre paid her the going rate, and we went out, down the elevator, and into our car.
She drove home, and I leaned back in my seat, and closed my eyes.
POOF! I was home and awake.
POOF!
In a cloud of smoke, a Genie appears in front of me, and intones,
"I am the Genie of Fantasy. I can not make you rich or famous, but I CAN put you into any fantasy world you wish. You can stay in the fantasy world as long as you want... just say the words, "Teenie Genie, take me home" or just fall asleep, and you'll return to this real world, and only one minute in real time will have passed."
I eagerly told him what I wanted.
POOF!
I knew I had a small penis.
Well, I didn't know it until Dad told me.
Up until then,I had nothing to compare it to. I'd never seen a real one on another guy, or pictures, so I was oblivious.
But, I when I was entering 7th grade, which meant being naked in a locker room to undress, and shower after class, Dad knew I'd be seeing others, and probably comparing my own to others I saw.
SO, he talked to me in private, and gave me a long talk about ... the birds and the bees, if it's still called that, giving me more information on human sexuality than any 11 year old might be expected to know.
And he summed it up with a discussion about penis size.
That it really doesn't matter.
That some idiots thinks it takes a large penis to satisfy a woman, and that if you have a small penis, it detracts from your manhood...
And there would probably come a day when guys in the locker room may or may not make fun of me.
So he gave me the information so that I could deflect such discussions.
7th grade, 8th grade, 9th grade .. the guys didn't seem to know the difference or care.
10th grade, either.
BY 11th grade, I was getting looks, smirks really, and guys looking at me, and walking off with buddies while laughing.
I went to a school party, dateless.
I had gone outside to get fresh air, and three girls on the cheerleading squad came up to me.
Donna said to me, while the others smirked, "My boyfriend Don told me that you have the smallest dick in the locker room!"
I said calmly, "That might be true, but has Don personally measured every one of them?"
They laughed at that, and walked away.
Later another girl, Amy, also on the cheerleading squad, came up to me.
"Are you ready for the trig test on Monday?"
"Yeah, for sure, I got it cold."
"Well, I don't, there's things that got me stumped still."
"Sorry to hear that."
"Will you help me?"
"Hows that?"
"Tutor me."
"Um, when?"
"Sunday afternoon."
"Where?"
"I'm not sure I can get out, can you come over?"
"Yeah, my parents are out of town, I've got the car."
"Great ... 5 o'clock?"
"Sure."
"And I heard the other girls teasing you about..."
"Doesn't bother me."
"It doesn't?"
"Not a bit."
"Okay."
I showed up at her house the next day.
Her mother opened the door.
"Hi, I'm here to help Amy with trig..."
"She's not home right now."
Of course, I thought to myself.
I heard her cell phone in her hand ring.
"Hello? Yes, he's right here." She handed me the phone.
"Hello?"
"HI. I'm so sorry I'm not there, I went to the mall with the girls, and they gave me a bad time about getting home, especially because.... you know..."
"Yeah."
"We're on the way now. 15 minutes, can you wait?"
"Sure."
I handed the phone back to her mother. "Fifteen minutes, she said."
"Well come in and wait then."
I went in
Amy arrived
We went to her room, and opened our trig books.
After awhile, I could tell, she was taking furtive glances at me, a look of curiousity.
I said, "You want to see it, don't you?"
"Um what?"
"You want to see a small one, but you don't know how to ask."
"Well," she blushed, "Yes."
"So have you ever seen a real one, small medium or large?"
"Not a real one, only pictures."
"Then you aren't going to start with mine. The perception of big one versus small one is ridiculous anyway."
"UM, why is that?"
"Because," I said slowly, "A woman does not derive pleasure from the size of ... the penis inside her vagina. She gets pleasure from stimulation of the clitoris, the bundle of nerves at the top of her vagina, from a male point of view, or for you, the point of your vagina closest to your face. If you've ever self-pleasured, and I'm saying you have or have not, and there's nothing shameful about doing so anyway, you've probably noticed how much better it feels rubbing that particular part, as opposed to, well, sticking something inside."
She blushed. "Yeah .. maybe."
"So, a guy does not need a big penis to pleasure her, he just needs to know how to do the act in a way that stimulates that particular area. As such, the penis is just a delivery mechanism for the semen to get inside and make impregnation possible."
"Oh..."
"Remember this, the first time you do it with a guy. Ask yourself, does it feel good with him inside you there, or does it feel even better if you're having that part rubbed, or you're rubbing it yourself."
"Yeah, sure..."
We returned to the trig books.
We started dating, and being together all through that year, and summer, and through our senior year.
College: I headed for Houston, she headed for San Francisco.
We communicated through face time apps, talked all the time, saw each other on breaks from school when we went home.
After college, we both landed jobs in coding, in the Tech area.
But at home, before the jobs were due to start:
I asked her to marry me.
As long as we had been together, it did not come as a surprise to her. In fact, she looked like: it's about time.
"Before I say yes, and I am going to, I need to tell you something."
"Mmm?"
"I'm not a virgin."
"Oh.... and?"
"That does not bother you?"
"Mmm no."
"Do you want to know with whom, or how many?"
"More than one?'
"Yeah...'
"Doesn't matter what you chose to do when you weren't with me. I don't recall declaring an exclusive relationship, but sure, it'll probably come out some time, so .. how many?"
"Um, four."
"Okay, so that's been talked about. Anything else?"
"Do you want to know if I enjoyed it?"
"Oh, yeah, sure, tell me if you enjoyed it."
"No, never, not at all. None of them seemed to care about me, they cared about putting it in, finishing, taking it out, and moving on."
"Well... some guys, younger immature ones, are going to be like that."
"I'll bet you aren't."
"One way to find out."
"So have you....?"
"Have I, what?"
She rolled her eyes. "Had ... sex?"
"Nope."
Pause
"You couldn't find any action?"
"There was ... plenty available ... but I didn't?"
"Thinking about me?"
I sighed. "I was really concentrating on my studies. When I got ...horny, which was often, I um took care of it myself so I could move on and get back to studies."
"So you didn't think about me?"
"Well, I did. I tried to picture you in my mind ... naked... while I was self pleasuring. So there."
"Soon, you won't have to imagine anymore, because I do want to marry you."
Wedding: a church affair, with family present.
Wedding night: we entered the honeymoon suite at the hotel.
We looked at each other, then kissed, longingly.
The kiss broke off, and she said, "Now what?"
"I think there's a game on t.v."
She pushed me away, "What?!" Then she saw the grin on my face.
"Very funny."
"I think, I will take a shower. You may present yourself in any fashion dressed or undressed that fits whatever fantasy you had for this night. I'll come out of the bathroom ... naked, and you'll see the fine mess you've gotten yourself into."
She chuckled.
I went into the bathroom, stripped and showered and dried, and returned to the bedroom.
She was laying flat on the bed, naked except for white stockings and garter belt.
She looked me in the eyes, as I approached, then looked down, and smiled, and said, "So what's wrong with that?"
"I never thought there was anything wrong with it, it's just small based on average comparisons created by doctors."
"And who cares about that? Get up here."
I got on the bed. She tried to pull me up to her face, but I stopped, and pushed her knees apart, and my face down to her crotch, and I began licking all her nether parts.
She began to moan and gasp....then arched her back and moaned in a loud climax.
I continued, and she ... did it again, moaned loudly in a second climax...
then a 3rd.
She grabbed my head and pulled me up to her, and whispered, "So THAT's what an orgasm feels like...."
She kissed me deeply,
And I mounted her, slipping my nub easily into her moistness.
I moved my hips on top of hers, pushing down so my groin made full contact with the top of her vagina, and pushed in and out and she moaned again and again, and climaxed again ... and I spewed inside her.
I pulled out, and rolled on my back next to her, and we lay there, catching our breath.
"Time to clean up," I whispered, and I knelt between her thighs, and began licking and sucking my cum out of her pussy, making sure to engage her clit as I did so, until she gasped and bucked in another climax.
Then I got up next to her.
"Oh my God" she whispered, dreamily.
"Mmm hm."
"I used to hear stuff like: size doesn't matter, it's how you use it, and now I really really believe it."
"Mmm hm. One problem though.."
"What's that?"
"It's not long enough to have anal sex."
Pause
"You want to fuck me in the ass?"
"Didn't say one way or the other if I want to. Just saying, I can't, it won't reach."
"Then maybe we'll have anal sex the other way."
"The other way?"
She chuckled. "Me + strap-on to you."
"Oh," I said, chuckling.
"Hmm. I didn't hear you say, no fucking way."
"Nah, I'm open to try almost anything."
"Really?"
"Yeah, at least once, see if I like it."
"How about ... spanking?"
"Hmmm?"
"Spanking."
"Hmm."
"One guy I was with, really wanted to spank my bare bottom with my hand. I figured, why not? So, it hurt a little, not a lot, really just kinda stung. Then when he got on top of me, he came in like 20 seconds, rolled off me, said 'I gotta go' and he got dressed and left. Never saw him again, didn't want to. And another guy... wanted me to spank him, like a naughty little boy. So I put him over my lap, and he came while I was spanking him. He blushed and apologized, we laughed about it, then he suddenly remembered some thing urgent he had to do, and he dressed and left. Never saw him again."
"So in your experience, spanking is a way to end a relationship."
"Well, I don't think it would happen that way between us."
"Probably not."
"So, would you rather spank me, or be spanked by me?"
"We should try it each way, and see what we prefer."
And with that, I had another erection, and I moved on top of her.
Afterwards, I rolled off of her. We lay together, and I closed my eyes, and dozed off.
POOF! I was back in my living room.
