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. Bobby, it's good, really good, I just need to get... Give me another inch... Good, another... Oh Bobby, shove it all the way in. That's it, just stay there for a minute." She turned around while she lowered her panties, but I couldn't quite see her asshole the way I wanted.

Why? So you can see my dark hole? My tight little asshole. What do I get out of it?" I was hearing an echo. Hey Bobby boy..." Rachel was doing a little twerk. "Maybe you plug me up to keep me from leaking onto the floor?" I know she was getting hot for the spanking. She was dressing in jeans that hugged her cheeks tighter which, of course, made mine feel tighter too. Maybe there was a little more swing in her hips. She certainly was moaning louder as I grabbed her cheeks in bed. When are we going to try? Are you going to make me do it? I think that's the only way, if you make me." she moaned.Can you tie my hands to the bed posts while my clothes are still on? And just lift my skirts and pull my panties halfway down my ass before the spanking?" 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.” It was working. She slowly... 'stripped' is the only way you could put it. If there was quiet music going she would have been in a movie. There is nothing wrong in some good old spanking - after all, Kama Sutra has it! There are a lot of techniques and tools for spanking: it can be done with a bare hand or paddle, strap, hairbrush, belt, riding crop, whip. So whichever of these techniques and tools you enjoy you are welcome to explore it here with like minded individuals. Dating and flirting nowadays can be hard and stressful, especially if you have a preference that people might not understand. Thankfully, we are here to solve your problems. We are connecting you with lots of singles that share this passion of yours, so there’s no reason why you shouldn’t join us!

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. I did not want to push it too much so that she would think I was weird, but I wanted to pursue it a little more. “So, Aunt Paula, I guess that you spanked Jennifer and Laurie while they were living here then?” She looked at me for a second and smiled. “Yes, Michael, I spanked them until the day that they left if they needed it; most of the time though, they did not need it because they were good girls. However, I just gave Jennifer a dose of the belt last week before she left for her behavior.” I think that she noticed my jaw drop, because I saw a smile on her face. “Why would you ask that question, Michael?” My stomach was doing flips. “Oh, I was just wondering, you know small talk.” I was a terrible liar. “Your parents never spanked you Michael, I know, because your mother would never let your father do it and she could not bring herself to. You turned into a nice young man nevertheless,” she said. 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?"It was clearly getting to her. We were at a party and as we walked around, my arm was around her waist. I hadn't really thought about it," I lied. "Besides, I'm not going to spank you tonight." She looked disappointed, but I know my wife, you couldn't give her what she wanted when she wanted it. There had to be a build up. You know, to spank me. How do you want me? On my knees or bending over? I don't want to lie across your lap like a little girl thing. That would be gross." 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?" She was right, she was so tight. I could hear her cunt juices sloshing around and it was making me pump her harder.

Later on, we were getting dinner together. Things got particularly messy and we both put on aprons. As I looked across the room, the way hers was tied tightly around her waist framed her rear just so. 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. She spread a little wider. "What's what Bobby dear? This little ole butt plug? With the sparkling jewel at the end? Is that what you're wondering about?" 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.Yes, a butt plug. As a matter of fact, this is my third plug and it's the biggest one. I've been working on stretching myself for a while now. I needed to get used to accommodating something as big as your hard on, don't I?" 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." Outside she said, "I don't know exactly why, but I've been thinking about it a lot. I think I want you to spank me sometime when we're... you know, doing it." Well, Michael, I can see that you certainly should have been spanked long before now,” said my Aunt Paula. Now that I was in place she walked over to my jeans and pulled my wide leather belt free. My stomach was in knots.