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Please Spank Me, Sir

... stroked her hair while she cried herself out. Then I leaned down and whispered in her ear, “I assume you don’t mean right here.”

At this she actually giggled into my shoulder. Then she managed to sit up, smiling and shaking her head. “No.”

I smiled back at her. “I didn’t think so.” We just smiled at each other for a moment, then I went on, “I’m guessing you’ve been thinking about this for quite a while.” Her face, already pink, blushed more deeply as she nodded. I continued, “So you probably have an idea of how you would like this to happen. A fantasy that you come back to…” I leaned forward and finished softly, “...when you’re touching yourself?”

Strangely, she didn’t flinch at this, though her voice shook a little as she replied, “Y-yes.”

“Then now would be a good time for you to tell me about it.” Her eyes went wide and she started to shake her head, but I held up my hand and continued, “Remember what I said about asking for what you want? I can’t guess, Laurie.”

She continued to shake her head but less emphatically as I went on. “You need to do this, Laurie. I can pretty much guarantee that I won’t be shocked by anything you tell me.” I leaned a little closer and added, “And I have a feeling that you’ll actually enjoy it.”

She was completely still. I turned my face away, saying, “Whisper it in my ear.”

Then I waited.

There was a long silence, punctuated only by her shallow breathing. Then, so softly that I could barely hear it:

“W-we…we’re ...

... in an apartment - yours, I guess. You’re sitting in a chair…in the middle of the living room and I’m… I’m s-standing in front of you…”

She went on, her voice becoming stronger and more confident as she continued. At one point I turned to look at her and saw that she had closed her eyes, lost in her fantasy. As she went into more detail her voice began to shake again, this time with excitement, and once or twice she interrupted herself with a hoarse, “Oh god,” but kept going.

When she reached the end of her narration she simply fell silent, her mouth still close to my ear, her breathing extremely audible. After a long moment she whispered, “Did… Do you…like that?”

I turned to face her and smiled. “You did very well, Laurie. And yes, I like it very much. As you can see.” I looked down at my lap and Laurie followed my gaze to where my erection was visibly straining against my zipper, visible even in the rapidly dimming light.

“Ohhhhhh…” she breathed.

“Give me your hand.”

She offered me her right hand and I placed it, gently but firmly, palm down against the front of my pants. She gasped, and for a moment tried to pull her hand away but then left it where it was, my hand covering hers.

“Do you feel how hard that is?” I asked her. Staring into my eyes, unable to speak, she nodded once more. I went on, “You did that, Laurie. Just by telling me your story, your fantasy.”

I began guiding her hand up and down my shaft as I concluded, “How does that make you ...