It took a lot to ask for a spanking.
“Ok…,” my then-boyfriend said, hesitantly.
“I want a real spanking. Not a few taps, ok?”
My punishment was scheduled for Friday.
“Pull your pants down and lie down over my lap, girl,” he commanded.
I bared my bottom and draped myself across his knees, at his mercy. His hand came down firmly. Forty smacks rained down on each buttock. I started to gasp and cry halfway through, but I urged him on.
All that night, we made mad, passionate love.
What would my husband think if he saw the film?
