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The Well-Adjusted And Beautiful Police Lady In Love With Sex, Spanking, And Switching.
Date: 5/7/2024, Categories: Spanking, Author: Essebar
... dressed, and we headed for the door. Nancy beamed at me and said, “How about here at seven pm? We think about food and see what follows?” These American women who take the lead (in some areas) are wonderful! “That would be just great, Nancy. I am free and your company is worth a year of my life and what a way it will be for me to celebrate my last night in town.” She pecked at me, and we headed for the cars. I helped her into hers and saw flashes of pain cross her face as she sat down. With a final big grin, she departed, spinning up some gravel. I went back to the hotel, changed, and took an early breakfast. In the evening, I arrived at seven pm as planned. Nancy opened the car park gate by remote control and I went up. Nancy wore a pair of loose-fitting slacks. I could guess why! “John,” she said, “Did you have a good day?” “Of course. How could it be otherwise, knowing that we would be together? How about yourself?” I replied. “Well,” replied Nancy, “I was sore and the traffic duty was good because it took my mind off it. I have to be careful how I sit down. The spanking seems to have got the blood flowing and I could concentrate very well all day. But is there anything that we can do to reduce the bruising, please?” “Yes, there is,” I replied. “Can we wait half an hour before we eat and work on you right away?” “Sure, I want my butt seeing-to before anything else,” was the rapid reply. “OK.” I said, “I guess you have taken a shower ...
... already?” “Yes,” replied Nancy, “I only finished and dressed about ten minutes before you arrived.” “ “That’s fine,” I said, “Into the bathroom anyway.” I picked up a chair and followed her, sat down, grabbed her by the waist, put her over my knee, and then carefully slid down her slacks. Nothing on underneath, naughty, naughty!! There was a little bruising, and it did look rather sore. I reached over, ran the hot tap in the basin, and rinsed a flannel under it. With the water as hot as I could bear, I soaked the flannel, then transferred it to the bruised areas of her shapely butt. Keeping this up for about fifteen minutes, I had to put a towel under her to avoid getting soaked. I explained that the heat would increase the blood flow under the skin and help to hasten the repair of tissue damage. Eventually, Nancy said, “I can feel the heat doing good. It is less sore. Can you contain yourself long enough to go out for a bite to eat?” She looked round at me with a mixture of lust and good humour in her eyes. “Of course I can,” I said, “but only if you get off my knee and put some clothes on.” She laughed. Looking at a pretty girl’s bottom is the most severe attention-grabber for any healthy man! She got up, dried herself, and went off to her bedroom. Ten minutes later, she emerged in a printed cotton dress and with her hair tied back, which made her look about sixteen! She grabbed a cushion and said, “Your car, please!” We went down to my car and Nancy ...