The Well-Adjusted And Beautiful Police Lady In Love With Sex, Spanking, And Switching. - Sex Stories

The Well-Adjusted And Beautiful Police Lady In Love With Sex, Spanking, And Switching.

... followed by a grilled trout with salad. It was a delicious meal, and we finished quickly.

“Where should we go next?” I asked, with a bit of a gleam in my eye.

“How about a nightcap at my place?” Nancy replied with a little giggle. I couldn’t believe my luck. “I live in so-and-so (I recognised the general area, and it was close). You can follow me because I will need to ask security to let your car in after me.”

We set off and about ten minutes later; we drove into her condo complex. Upstairs in the living area that overlooked a park, Nancy put on a CD of Aretha Franklin and then disappeared into her bedroom. Wearing shorts and a t-shirt, Nancy emerged with rather more of her on view. This made her even more striking.

A generous Woodford Reserve on the Rocks appeared. What a well-equipped young woman, I thought. She joined me with an orange juice, snuggled up to me on the couch, and said, “You’ve been a good boy and it’s your turn for a good time. What would you like”?

I nearly fainted with surprise, replied “How about a shower together for a start and then relax in bed?”

“Perfect, let’s get to it,” said Nancy, leading the way. I got out of my clothes at top speed and we showered together. I washed all her interesting places, to her obvious pleasure. We dried each other and were soon in bed.

She put a finger in her mouth, chewed on it, and looked preoccupied. “You know,” she said, “If things had been different with your accident, I might have been out of ...

... the force. I would have to give up all this. Your friendly attitude helped me a lot. There have been about five traffic complaints against me. Perhaps a couple of them are partly justified.”

“If you had pressed your case, it might have been the end for me in the police. I’m so grateful to you. I don’t know what has been wrong with me, but I just sort of freeze up sometimes when I am on traffic duty. The concentration required in all that traffic can just be too much. Perhaps it wasn’t my fault.”

“My colleagues said I did nothing wrong and supported me. But I’m fed up with it. If I received a bad performance hearing at work, my dad would be angry with me. But he is too old to spank me now.”

This was a stunning revelation. What was coming next? I cuddled her, nibbled at her neck, and gently squeezed her bottom.

“Don’t worry, Nancy. If they contact me again, I’m on your side,” I replied.

“But did your dad spank you a lot?” I asked. “Yes,” Nancy replied, “He spanked me regularly for unacceptable behaviour or poor school results until I was eighteen. Then he stopped and told me it would be up to boyfriends or a husband. I was too old to be spanked by him.”

“That’s awful” (what a lie!) I replied.

“No,” said Nancy, “I hated it when he did it hard, but it was good for me and it did me no permanent damage. The spankings straightened me out.”

“Nancy,” I asked, “What did he spank you with if you don’t mind my asking?”

She thought for a moment and then began, ...