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Get your own Free Home PageWe are home and the dinner dishes have just been put away. I have noticed that you are distracted and have looked at your watch and the clock frequently. You seem to be hurrying and although you have not rebuffed me completely you have not succumbed to my numerous attempts to interest you in snuggles and maybe a little early evening sex. I assume there is a problem at work and try to ask you about it. You put me off with, "No, there's nothing wrong."
When I mention that you seem preoccupied you smile sweetly. "I am. I have a surprise for you but we have to wait a little while longer. Please be patient."
My concern is alleviated but now my curiosity is aroused and the part of me where you rub your hand as you say the word "surprise" is responding the same way as my curiosity. I hold you for a kiss and whisper, "You'll have to be spanked for keeping secrets from me."
My hand slides down to the adorable bottom in such terrible danger but you reach behind and pull my arm back up to your waist. Your coy explanation is, "That's pretty much what I had in mind but not yet and not you."
Your timing is perfect. You have confused me but before I can even try to figure out what you mean the doorbell rings. You extract yourself from my embrace and drag me to the door. You introduce our guest as Mrs. Burr but do not offer any immediate explanation as to how you know her or the purpose of her visit. She appears to be in her late fifties and is a pleasant looking woman. Her handshake is firm and confident. She's looks to you and says, "Does he know?"
You shake your head and answer, "No, I wanted it to be a surprise but I don't think we have to worry about him objecting. Shall we get started?"
Mrs. Burr smiles and pats my cheek. "You are a very lucky man. Now you just sit here and you'll be able to see everything. That's a good boy."
She sits on the couch and you stand next to her as you ask, "Remember last month when you were spanking me?"
I am shocked that you are saying things like that in front of this woman but go along with you. "Which time? I spank you quite often."
Both women smile and you continue, "It was the night we played scrabble and I added letters to the word "pan" to make it "spankme". You argued that it was not a real word but gave me the points for it and then."
You turn to Mrs. Burr to complete the sentence. "he took my word as a suggestion and we never finished the game. That's when he said he wished he could see what I look like getting spanked. We tried setting up some mirrors but that didn't work out too well."
You turn back to me. "So tonight you get your wish. Mrs. Burr is going to spank me and you're going to watch."
I ask if you're sure you want to do this and you blush slightly as you nod. I don't know where you found this woman but I am impressed. You have never mentioned her before so I don't think she's a member of your small circle of girlfriends and yet, you have shared your fondness for getting spanked with her. And I appreciate the courage it must have taken for you to ask her to come here tonight. I rise from my seat and scoop you into my arms. My kiss tells you how much I love you and yours tells me the same. I whisper, "Will she spank you on your bare bottom?"
Mrs. Burr hears my question and says, "You can bet on it and that's not all that will be bare. Now young man, you get back over there and stop interfering."
I return to the easy chair and the show begins.
With a broad grin you lay across her lap. I've seen your bottom change colors many times so you have positioned yourself so I can see your face. It is still smiling as the woman's hand spanks you. Not too hard at first but after the first dozen or so she is slapping harder and I watch the small grimace as one hits a sensitive spot. After about twenty-five she says, "I think it's time to get this skirt out of the way. Raise yourself so I can pull it up. Oh dear, I was afraid of this. A tight skirt may look nice in the office but it will never do for getting a spanking. Stand up."
You rise and the two of you pull the hem above your waist before you're back where you have to raise your head to look at me and the slaps sound sharper without so much material under her hand. Your face shows that they feel different also. They are starting to hurt but you keep your brave smile. Mrs. Burr stops unexpectedly after only a few swats and she says, "I'm sorry, but it bothers me to think of that pretty skirt getting all wrinkled. Take it off."
You rise to your feet and slide it off your legs. You take the time to fold it and return to our guest who says, "Let's play a game. Forget the he is your lover. Imagine that he is a stranger or maybe a colleague. Would you be embarrassed to be standing in front of him without your skirt?"
You nod but she want's more of an answer and asks why?
You say, "Because he's going to see me get a spanking."
"Posh. He's going to see that anyway. Forget the spanking for a minute and would you still be uncomfortable standing like this?"
You start to blush. "Yes, he might see my underpants."
Slightly satisfied with your response but wanting to take it farther Mrs. Burr responds, "Yes, a lady should not be seen in her unmentionables in public but the way your blouse hangs down they're quite hidden. From what I've seen of the back side of your panties they are very nice and I'm sure the front of them is worth looking at also. Lets change your last sentence from "might" to "will". Show us your panties little girl."
Now you are blushing as you slowly raise the front of the blouse but as soon as I get a peek at the panties I've seen before and never get tired of seeing again she stops you.
"No, no. Not like that. Take your blouse off."
I've haven't seen your fingers tremble as you undo the buttons since our first night together. Your face is quite red as you fold the blouse and add it to the skirt.
"That's better." she says. "Now back over my knee and we'll see what we can do about re-heating that rear end."
You keep your head down and avoid my eyes and the spanking starts again but after a swat elicits a short yelp you look at me with glistening eyes. Your smile is forced but it shows your love. You like to be spanked hard but I can see you would rather it was me working on your other end. Your neck gives out and you moan in response to each successive arrival of her hand.
There are tears dripping down your cheeks when she stops and asks, "Do you remember how he asked me to spank you?"
You sniffle and say, "He wanted you to spank me on my bare bottom."
She smiles at me and says, "Well?"
You reach back to grab your waistband and raise your hips to peel them down. She lets you wriggle and struggle and get them clear of your rear end before she tells you to stand and take them off completely. With your head bowed you regain your feet and give the panties a final assist on their trip south. You step out of them and Mrs. Burr plays on your discomfort. "I'll bet he is having a good time. As would all the men you work with if they could see you like this. What did I say when he asked me to bare your rear end?"
I don't think you can blush any redder as you whisper, "You said that was not that would be bared."
"And what do you think I meant by that young lady?"
You swallow and close your eyes. "You want me to take off my bra too."
"It's not what I want that matters. It's what I think he and most normal men would want to see. You've got very nice breasts and it's a shame to keep them hidden especially since he can already see everything else you have to offer. We're waiting."
You hold your eyes closed even tighter and say, "I can't. Baring my bottom for punishment is humiliating enough but there's only one man who I'd take my bra off for."
Mrs. Burr smiles and nods in my direction. I speak for the first time since the spankings began. "I am not anyone other than me. I love you and the gift you are giving me. No more games. Take it off and come here so I can hug you."
You whole being relaxes and with a smile and love in your eyes your beautiful 36Cs are unveiled to my happy gaze. But you do not move towards me. You say, "I expect lots of hugs and more later but Mrs. Burr isn't done with me yet. I'm ready for more Ma'am."
The older woman helps you prepare yourself for the last segment and after a few good swats she falls into a slow, steady and hard rhythm. Between spanks and above your moans she asks if you think I will want to have sex with you after the spanking. You manage to grunt an affirmation and a few slaps later she asks if you want to have sex with me after the spanking. You shout, "YES!" followed by a few more "ouches" and while not losing a beat Mrs. Burr speaks to me.
"She's getting a properly reddened bottom and she's appropriately dressed for sex afterwards. I think it would be most polite if you didn't make her wait while you take your clothes off. Why don't you take care of that detail now. She's got about another dozen to go."
For reasons I can't explain, I am not embarrassed to strip in view of this woman even when she comments, "My, my. Look at that. I'd say he really wants to have sex and he's not the only lucky one in this couple."
Three spanks later she helps you to your feet and pushes you towards me as she says, "Take her to the bedroom and be quick about it. I'll let myself out."
Who am I to disobey a command from a woman like that.
An hour or two later I ask you how you knew Mrs. Burr. After you kiss me you say, "Oh, she's just someone I met in the grocery store."
Life with you is good and grocery shopping will never be the same again.
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