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.

... “When I was sixteen, he sometimes used a riding crop on me if I was very naughty. That stung like hell and it hurt when I sat down. When I got to about seventeen, he got one of those English canes. For the worst behaviour, he would bend me over a chair and cane me very hard on the bare. It stung worse when he did that, but the pain didn’t last as long as the pain from the crop. Often the cane marks lasted for a couple of weeks.”

“The last time he ever caned me was not long before my eighteenth birthday when I was about three hours late getting home after going out with a boyfriend in Dad’s new car. He gave me about twelve strokes. I don’t know how I stuck it. It was so painful and the sensations lasted more than a week. The worst marks took four weeks to fade completely. You may not know this, but some black parents are very strict and mine were that type.”

Nancy looked at me with what I thought was a mixture of embarrassment and desire. “You are English, and I hear you go in for a serious spanking over there. Please spank me now. I deserve it.”

This was unexpected, and I replied, “Nancy, I will spank you if that is what you want, but are you sure about it? What implements do you have to do it with, please? Apart from my hand, I have nothing with me.”

“John,” she said, “I’m sure about it and I feel bad about the whole thing. You did not get hurt, thank God, and you behaved so well. It surprised all the officers how well you took it and said how easy the English ...

... were to deal with.”

Nancy paused and blushed just a little. “I have a riding crop here which I bought a few months ago, hoping I could find a boyfriend to use it on me. When my dad did it to me, although it hurt like hell, it turned me on afterward. So far, I have not met a man who is into spanking. It’s maybe not a big thing for the men here.”

She got out of bed, went over to her wardrobe, and fetched the crop, which was a beauty. It was thin, perhaps less than a quarter inch in diameter, and about two feet long. I thought it was a little longer than usual. I hit my thigh with it and it produced a memorable sting.

“This crop is rather stiff, and the business end is not ideal for spanking a human. It’s for use on an animal. What a pity you don’t have a cane. But don’t worry, I will be careful,” I said.

Nancy bent naked over a low-backed chair. “OK,” she said, “Nice and slow now with at least twenty seconds between strokes.”

At least Nancy’s bottom had received the riding crop or the cane before. She knew exactly what she was in for, which was a relief.

Her legs were apart, which separated her bottom cheeks.

“Please let me pleasure you first,” I said. “You will get more out of the spanking. Let’s do it on the bed and we need a towel.”

“Why do we need a towel?” asked Nancy.

“You don’t want stains on the bedclothes if you leak a bit!” I said.

“Naughty!” replied Nancy with a grin, but she found a towel and laid it on the bed.

“On your back on the ...