Please Spank Me, Sir - Sex Stories

Please Spank Me, Sir

... stood there as if frozen to the spot, apparently forgetting that she was still waving at me. So I waved back and approached her slowly, as if she were a deer that I was trying not to frighten.

She was in her mid-twenties and was what used to be called plump: not overweight, really, but with a little extra padding around the stomach, hips and thighs. She had a pretty, pale face surrounded by a gorgeous tumble of wavy red-gold hair that fell to her shoulders. Quite attractive, apart from looking as though she were about to explode from tension. She was dressed in a ribbed yellow tank-top, jeans and sandals.

I said hello but she seemed unable to reply, staring into my eyes, her own eyes wide, her jaw working stiffly. I told her that it was okay and suggested that we just walk for a while. She managed to nod and fell in beside me as we walked into the park.

We walked in silence for a while, making our way through the huge city park. I could see her darting glances at me out of the corners of her eyes but I pretended not to notice. After a while I started asking her about working with Raine, how she liked the job, where she was from and so forth, and she managed to answer, stuttering and hesitating at first but then slowly relaxing ever so slightly.

The sun had set and the lampposts along the pathways had lit with a soft yellow glow by the time we had made our way to the fountain at the center of the park. Now talking somewhat more easily, we continued on for a ...

... while and took a side-path with fewer lights. When we encountered a bench under a large oak tree I suggested that we sit for a while.

There were still a few joggers, dog-walkers and couples passing through but the park was beginning to empty out. I turned to face Laurie on the bench but she stared straight ahead at nothing, her mouth slightly open, her breathing shallow. After a minute or so had passed I finally said, softly, “Was there something you wanted to talk about, Laurie?”

Though by now I was pretty sure I knew.

She turned to face me, moving stiffly as if having to force herself. She met my gaze, briefly, then looked down. The light from the nearest lamppost was dim but I could see that she was blushing.

“It’s…just that…sometimes Raine and I go out for drinks after work, you know?” I nodded encouragingly and she went on, “And one night we…we had an extra drink or two, and we were talking about relationships and old boyfriends and she told me that sometimes you…s-sometimes you would…” Her voice trailed off and suddenly she began to stand up, muttering, “I…I can’t…”

Ah. I had been right. I caught her by the shoulder and guided her back down to her seat. She gasped slightly and turned to look at me. I looked directly into her eyes and said, “Yes, I used to spank her sometimes.”

Actually, this wasn’t entirely true: it wasn’t

sometimes

; it was a

lot

. It was a regular and important part of our erotic life because we both thoroughly enjoyed ...