Family Tradition Pt. 03 - Sex Stories

Family Tradition Pt. 03

... great to hear from you, I'm Jessica. I would love to meet up. Is that possible?"

I was not sure what to say at this point, but inspiration struck me. "Yes, I think we do need to meet to discuss how to deal with your eavesdropping. Do you agree this should be addressed?"

There was an intake of breath and a pause. Had I overstepped the mark? Had I misread the situation? But then. "Yes, it was very naughty is me. We definitely need to address and redress the situation."

I felt both relief and excitement at the same time. We quickly agreed to meet at a coffee shop in the centre of town on Thursday. I was extremely excited.

David came home that evening stressed about work. He was responsible for an exhibition taking place next week in Manchester. Everything that could go wrong had gone wrong, so he needed to travel up north for the weekend to sort everything out in time for the opening on Monday. I was disappointed for him, but I did feel a bit guilty that it left the coast clear if I wanted to meet Jessica.

Thursday morning saw me rushing into town. Jessica and I arrived at the coffee shop at the same time and found a quiet corner. Initially, the conversation was hard to get going but quickly we found ourselves relaxing in each other's company and we were soon laughing and telling stories about our lives. Jessica was 31 years old. She had recently moved back with her parents after the job she was doing in London fell through. She was waitressing to fill the time ...

... until she could find a more suitable position. Eventually, the subject of spanking came up. I told her about the house, the canes, the spanking bench, and the school desks. I also told her mother and I had been caned by David.

I then asked. "So how did you get into spanking?"

Jessica gave a big smile. "It has been a few years, but I used to have a girlfriend and we played spanking games to spice up our love life. She would invent scenarios like a schoolgirl truant, the thieving maid, and I of course would be the naughty party and be punished for it. It was never brutal or anything horrid, but I usually ended up with a sore bottom."

I was taken aback by the lesbian reference although excited at the same time. "What happened why did you stop?"

"She moved away for work, and we drifted apart, she met someone else, it was sad at the time. I enjoyed the games but overhearing you last week brought it all back."

"So, what should happen to an eavesdropping waitress?"

"She should be stripped naked and put over her mistress's knee and severely spanked."

My pussy pulsed with excitement. Could I be her mistress? Would I like to smack her bottom? The answer was yes, I would love to live out that fantasy. David also entered my thoughts what would he think? Then I had thoughts of my mother's stripy bottom club.

"Would you like to spank me?" Jessica looked at me and smiled.

This was the moment of truth, of course, I could have just politely refused. Instead, I took ...