Spank Me Please!: Cum Shot #3: Spanking adventures (Cum Shots)

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Why? So you can see my dark hole? My tight little asshole. What do I get out of it?" I was hearing an echo.

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. This one has been in since lunchtime. I figured that if you were intent on stuffing that sausage up my fanny I should get it good and ready. And darling, I am good and ready and good to go! If you'll just pull it out slowly and grab the lube..." You're making me leak down my leg. That's hot." She leaned up to my ear, almost begging in an undertone. "Spank me! Please. Tonight."

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Keep going, keep it up, I'm loving it. I'm almost there... OOooooo!! Baby, that's it, I'm coooommmmminnnnggg." Rachel's ass is always on my mind when we're having sex, but she's pretty resistant to my anal entreaties. If I brush up against it with my hand she usually shoos it away, unless she's had a martini. Then maybe I can get a finger in it a bit, but just a bit. 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.

Sex was really on fire that night. I could tell Rachel was trying to imagine what her spankings would be like. 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. 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.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.

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?" 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?" 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. 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.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. Hey Bobby boy..." Rachel was doing a little twerk. "Maybe you plug me up to keep me from leaking onto the floor?"

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." 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. Are you into spanking? How would you like to encounter men and women that will love to be spanked by you? If you have a positive answer to one of these questions, we’re glad to say - you have reached your destination! At Please Spank Me we are helping you find your match! It has never been easier. If you are single and wish to mingle with good looking singles that are into this kind of kinkiness, look no further. We are at your service. 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.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.” Well, Rachel was right about that. I love a female posterior. Actually, almost any woman's rear end. Round, skinny, bouncy, tight, covered, naked. There's just something about an ass that not only catches my eye, but mostly, my imagination. It was clearly getting to her. We were at a party and as we walked around, my arm was around her waist.