“How was your party last night, honey?” Mandy’s mom, Amanda, asked.
“It wasn’t very good, Mom,” she replied.
“Why? You saw all your friends from high school, didn’t you?”
“Yes, but they’ve changed so already! All they talked about was all the guys they’d been with and what they did with them. And when they found out I’m going to SPC, it felt like they were looking down on me for going to a local school. They were kinda mean.”
“I’m sorry, honey. I know how much you wanted to go to FSU, but you know why we couldn’t swing it for a year or two,” Amanda said apologetically.
“Don’t be sorry, Mom! I’m really liking SPC, and after hearing those girls talk, I’m not sure I want to live away at school anymore. Besides, I got my sweet Bobby back because of SPC!”
“You care a great deal for him, don’t you?”
“I do! He told me he loves me!” she replied with a sad smile as though the revelation would bring tears again.
“And?” her mother asked, knowing her daughter well enough to predict the answer to her vague question.
“Oh, Mom! I love him, too! So much!” she cried, falling into her mother’s comforting arms.
“Mandy! That’s wonderful!” she said softly as she welcomed her always-loving daughter into her embrace.
She knew enough to know their love was genuine, but also that first loves had a way of breaking hearts later. She’d done her share when boys their age had told her they loved her, although more than one of them had ulterior motives common to boys with raging hormones. Somehow, she knew Bobby wasn’t one of them, but she did wonder at the reason they’d broken up last year. She recalled her husband’s advice regarding their recent conflict: to leave it to Mandy to sort out, and having done that, they seemed even more dedicated to each other as a result.
“He’s so honest and giving, and does everything he can to make me happy,” she added, defending their declaration of love. “It feels so good to be able to tell someone!” she said, pulling back and looking at her mother’s face, happy not to see any doubt in her eyes.
“I’m so happy and proud that you felt you could tell me,” she replied, stroking her hair and cheek as all mothers do. “But let’s not say anything yet to your father, okay? No matter how old you get, you’ll always be his little girl, and he’ll see any boy, no matter how sincere his love for you, as a threat. That said, don’t you think he should meet him? Maybe have him come to dinner tonight or tomorrow?”
“I don’t know! Should we? Will Dad be …” she started, but stopped when her mother laughed.
“Mandy, he’s not gonna beat him up or anything! He’s a wise and caring man, and he knows a beautiful, young girl like you is going to attract the attention of boys your age. The fact that Bobby is the only one you’ve been serious about will weigh in his favor. You know, I don’t know much about him either, apart from what you’ve told me. He’s been here, what, a half dozen times since you’re always picking him up?”
“That’s because his truck is always so messy because of his …”
“I know! I like what I’ve seen of him, but we’ve rarely gotten beyond hello and goodbye, so I’d like to get to know him better, too! So, you’ll ask him?”
“I will, and thank you, Mom!” Mandy replied, knowing her mom would know why. “Hi, Dad!” she said happily, giving him an unexpected hug as he came in the back door, before scampering off.
“What was that all about?” Brad asked. “I saw you two from the yard! What are you wily women cooking up?” he joked, his wife getting a surprise hug as well.
“She was just telling me about that party they went to last night. Why are you limping?”
“Ah! Damn lawnmower! I twisted my ankle! When am I going to meet this Bobby she’s spending so much time with?”
“She’s gonna ask him to dinner tonight or tomorrow. Now sit down and let me look at your ankle.” He sat in a kitchen chair, putting his foot up on another. With her back to him, she took his shoe off, hearing him wince in pain. “Ooo!” she peeped when he gave her bottom a good smack, “You haven’t done that in a while … Daddy!” she teased.
“I’m going to Bobby’s,” Mandy called out from a distance. “I’ll let you know about dinner! Bye!” They heard the door close behind her.
“This looks okay,” she said as she massaged his foot and ankle. “Brad!” she yelped at another smack.
“My ankle is not going to stop me from giving this gorgeous bottom some much-needed attention!”
“Oh? Have I been a bad girl?”
“Does a man need a reason to give his wife a sexy spanking?”
“No, Sir! No reason at all!” she giggled.
She helped him stand, and they hobbled together into their bedroom, where Amanda was relieved of her panties just before the sounds of a playful and slightly painful spanking could be heard.
A beautiful, sunny Saturday afternoon found Bobby and Mandy tossing a Frisbee in one of the many large state parks in their area. Bobby was quite adept at flinging the flying disc around, but it was a first for Mandy. She wasn’t the athletic type, but was no quitter either, and before long was throwing quite a distance with fair control. She loved watching him running to catch it, often in a most spectacular way, jumping and reaching his long arms out to snag it. For his part, he was getting a different sort of exercise than he was used to, as it had been a while since Jason and he had done it, but much of his delight was hearing Mandy giggling as he ran to catch her errant throws or laughing outright when he’d tumble to the ground in the attempt.
An hour later, they were walking the two-mile jogging trail arm-in-arm or holding hands, stopping occasionally for tender hugs and kisses neither could get enough of. They’d laugh as other trail users passed on bikes or blades, suggesting in a friendly, possibly envious, way that this wasn’t the place for such displays of affection.
“Where did you learn to play Frisbee like that?” she’d asked when they started their walk.
“Jason and I used to play it all the time. I found the Frisbee in our garage; must’ve been my dad’s, I guess.”
“When did your father …?” she started, but stopped, afraid it was a delicate subject.
“When did he leave us?” he filled in for her, and with her nod, he continued. “I was about six, my mom tells me. I don’t have much memory of it, or him, for that matter. It’s almost like my life began with my mom and me alone.”
“Have you given any more thought to what your mom told you about him, about them?”
“I have, but I haven’t come to any conclusions. Before, I thought that if I met him, I’d just be angry and dismissive. Now? I don’t know, I might be a little curious to hear his side of things.”
“That must be hard for you. I can’t imagine my dad not being in my life. He’s such a sweetie, even though he’s very protective of me. Oh! I almost forgot! My mom wants you to come to dinner so you can meet him! She said she hasn’t really had any time with you either.”
“Oh! Um, okay. When?”
“Today or tomorrow? I thought today would be best. You know, in case you’re nervous about it?”
“Should I be nervous about it?” he asked, showing comical concern.
“No! No, he’s gonna love you! Oh, speaking of love, my mom says we shouldn’t tell him we’re in love yet.”
“I guess that means you’ve told your mom?”
“Yes! It felt good to be telling somebody about it! She’s incredibly happy for us!”
“Good! So now both our moms know! And speaking of moms, you know it is Saturday?” he questioned, but not seeing understanding on her face, he clarified. “Mom’s playing bridge tonight!”
“Oh! She hasn’t been playing lately!”
“Yeah. Holidays and all, but you know what else she said? She said she’ll text us when she’s on her way home so …” he finished with a knowing smile.
“Oh my God, Bobby! She’s so sweet!”
“Yeah, she is. She wants us to have pizza together again, okay?”
“Definitely! I’ll tell Mom tomorrow for dinner with you, okay?” she asked just before calling her mom to let her know.
They continued their walk and took a detour to a short dock that extended into the lake, which the park was named after.
Mandy had been looking for an opportunity to talk to him about their fun at the neighborhood park last night. It hadn’t been far from her mind since he’d given her those two smacks on her bottom. She’d been immediately confused by her feelings about it. It was both funny and sweet, but also strangely arousing when he did it. She certainly didn’t like it when her dad punished her with a spanking, but it had been many years since he’d stopped, declaring her too old for the practice.
Mandy was the consummate good little girl, so she didn’t give him cause to spank her very often, and while the spanking was physically painful, the real pain was from having disappointed him enough to do it in the first place. So, when it was done, and he hugged her tightly with total forgiveness, she never felt closer to him. The strength and warmth of his arms around her were heavenly, despite her stinging bottom.
Was that what she was looking for in her desire for Bobby to do it again? She couldn’t shake the image of being taken over his knee and spanked like her dad had, only with Bobby, it would be on her bare bottom. That aspect alone would trigger a twinge between her legs and a touch of her fingers if she were alone. Recalling her father’s comforting hug, she connected it with the way Bobby hugged her, prompting her mantra, ‘I love the way you hold me!’
They were standing at the railing, enjoying the view, looking for boaters, and maybe an alligator, as these thoughts ran through her mind. It could be an embarrassing conversation, but she felt she ought to be able to talk to him about anything and decided there was no time like the present. Maybe tonight, when they were alone, he’d …?
“Bobby? Remember last night on the bench?” she asked, getting an ‘Of course I remember!’ look in return. “When you sort of spanked me?”
That he definitely remembered. The thought was never far from his mind, either; the curious look on her face at the time had left him wondering if she might have liked it and wanted more. He could have brought it up himself, but decided it would be better if she did. Recalling the memory of Riley’s, or especially Mia’s, delicious bottom over his knee drove his thoughts of spanking Mandy.
“I remember! Quite well, in fact!”
“Why do you say it like that?” she asked, hoping it showed an interest that would make this discussion easier.
“You had the most precious look on your face when I sat you up. It was just so cute! I wondered if maybe you … liked it?”
“Oh, Bobby! Would you think I’m weird if I did?” she cried, afraid of tarnishing her image in his eyes.
“I would never think that anything you like is weird! There are people who like it a lot.”
“Oh? Did one of your …?” she started, surprised that that had not occurred to her.
“Yes, but can we just leave it at that?” he interrupted, not wanting to go down that road.
“Okay, but I feel like it’s weird! I mean, I sure didn’t like it when my dad did it, but I felt so close to him afterwards, when he held me! And that may be part of it. You know how I love the way you hold me …”
“Like this?” he asked, pulling her into a comforting hug.
“Mmm, yes. And I really love it when you touch my bottom!”
“Like this?” he said again, both hands cupping and gently squeezing the cheeks he thought of as perfect.
“Oh God, Bobby! Will you do it? Will you … spank me?”
“Like this?” he answered, giving each cheek a slightly harder smack than last night on her tight jeans.
“Yes! But not here!”
“I’m sorry, Angel, but yes, I will if you want me to?” he phrased as a question to get her to confirm.
“I think I do?” she also questioned. “Mmm, that feels so good!” she cooed as he fondled her bottom. “And I want you to do it on my bare bottom, okay?”
“Like …”
“No!” she laughed, wondering if he would have actually pulled her jeans down right there in the park. “Maybe tonight?”
“Do you want it to be like a punishment?” he asked, not sure he could really hurt her even if she wanted it.
“No. I don’t know. Maybe? I think I’d like it to be unexpected? But, no, not hard and painful, more like playful and sexy?”
“Perfect for my playful and sexy Angel!” he replied, pulling her into his arms even tighter. A loving, tender kiss followed before they resumed their walk.
A couple of hours later, she was dropping him off at home, though he tried to encourage her to stay; they’d go get the dinner pizza together.
“I want to change clothes for tonight,” she said with a cute and suggestive smile. He liked the sound of that, and soon she was driving off.
Mandy went home planning to dress the part of someone about to be spanked, but the more she thought about it, the less clear that part was. She didn’t want to be Bobby’s little girl, as that would impinge on the memory of her father, who loved and comforted her so after he’d done what she was sure he hated to do. Dressing in some provocative way would likely upset Bobby’s mom, who’d been so supportive of them and possibly revive the recent memory of that slut, Karen. She finally decided to just wear tight jeans and a blouse, but chose a set of sexy, lacy underwear, as that was likely all she’d be wearing when the fun started anyway.
Bobby opened the door when she arrived, and she jumped into his arms, wanting one of his trademark hugs. Lifting her head off his shoulder, she looked at him with doubt in her eyes about what they’d planned, but that immediately changed when he brushed her always-messy hair from her face and kissed her tenderly. “Mmm,” she hummed as the kiss got more lustful.
Cora waited at the kitchen door for their loving embrace to end, wistful memories tugging at her heartstrings. She held her arms open when Mandy came to her.
“Hello, dear Mandy,” she said softly as the young girl, whom she was growing quite fond of, hugged her warmly. She kept seeing herself in Mandy.
“Thank you, Mrs Robin … um, Cora,” she corrected, feeling close enough to her to be less formal. She hoped Cora understood the gratitude she was offering. “I wish my parents were so accepting,” she added, facing her with a tender smile.
“Give them time. I’m sure they’ll come around. I understand your dad is meeting Bobby for the first time tomorrow?”
“Yes, and I’m kinda nervous! He’s so protective!”
“My father was the same way, though in my day, a couple as young as you, so in love, was more common than it is today. Kids seem to wait so long to marry these days,” she said, and then backtracked on her faux pas of mentioning marriage. “Not that I’m suggesting you two …”
“I know what you mean,” Mandy said, letting her off the hook.
The doorbell rang, and Bobby dealt with the pizza delivery while Cora and Mandy went into the kitchen to set the table.
Seated and eating, Bobby hadn’t told his mother much about the party apart from how they were greeted as a couple again. Mandy decided the story about Karen, minus the sordid details, would be fun to share, and they all got a good laugh.
“You shoulda seen her, Mom! She was like a mama bear protecting her cub!”
Cora and Mandy’s eyes met, with a look they both understood.
The pleasant conversation had them all forgetting the time, and soon Cora would be late for her bridge game. Bobby offered to clean up the kitchen while his mom rushed out the door. Sharing the domestic tasks of clearing dishes and loading the dishwasher reminded them both of Cora’s mention of marriage. They said nothing to each other about it, but the job took much longer with all the tender touches and kisses that ensued.
“I love you so much, Bobby!” Mandy said when they were finished and in each other’s arms again.
“I love you more than you can imagine, Angel!” he replied as their hands started wandering.
“Oh, I can imagine quite a bit, Love!” she replied with a sexy smile.
They walked arm-in-arm to his bedroom, where the kissing quickly became more fervent as fingers roamed, caressing, touching, stroking everything as clothes were peeled away. With her back against his chest, she tilted her head up for a kiss while he took her tits in hand. Softly touching fingers pushed her bra up, pawing at the pliant flesh.
“Take it off, Bobby!” she pleaded, and turned to flatten them against his manly chest when it fell to the floor. Each pushed a leg between the others as hungry crotches ground against thighs. “Oh God,” she gasped into his mouth as his hands slipped into her panties to squeeze her perfect cheeks, making her wonder when, or even if, he’d be spanking them.
Kissing her tits as he knelt, she bent forward to keep them in his mouth a few seconds longer. His hands reclaimed her cheeks, entering through the leg holes this time, while his mouth pressed into the coarse fabric of her lacy panties. He loved her little squeaks and squeals when he kissed and licked her pussy.
Her hands in his hair, she pulled him in while rocking her hips forward, mashing her moist pussy against his face. He still had his hands on her ass, and she expected him to pull her panties down, when she felt just one hand pull free, and move around front to pull the gusset of her panties aside, exposing her tender lips to his extended tongue. One more push from her hands had his tongue deep in her slit, but then she backed off, letting him drive. She wouldn’t know till later why he didn’t want her panties off just yet.
One question was answered when that hand returned to her bottom, patting it a few times before slipping back inside. Both hands gripped their respective cheeks, squeezing roughly, pulling them apart, while pulling her into his face again. She felt his tongue slithering between her swelling lips, her body jerking each time it touched her clit. Those touches became more frequent until he captured it gingerly between his lips and flicked it repeatedly with his tongue.
“Oh! Ohh! Ohhh! I’m gonna … I’m gonna cum, Bobby!” she said, struggling to hold her quivering body still so she wouldn’t pull her clit out of his mouth. She felt his grip on her ass tighten to keep her in place until the wave of ecstasy crashed over her. His arms held her tight when her knees nearly buckled as his tenacious tongue scooped up every drop of her honey that hadn’t flowed onto his face.
“Mmm, I love the way you hold me,” she whispered, breathing unevenly as he stood and she lay her head on his shoulder while her body calmed.
“I love that you love to be held,” he whispered back and kissed her tenderly when her head rose from his shoulder.
“Mmm! I do taste good, don’t I?” she said with a sultry smile, tasting her sex on his lips.
“You taste heavenly, Angel,” he replied, smiling at his clever play on words while his hands slid down to her bottom again.
“Oh, Bobby!” she squeaked, hoping it told him what she wanted.
“I think you need a little spanking, don’t you?” he said, patting each cheek a few times.
“Mm-hm!” she replied, her desire rendering her speechless as she looked up at his gentle face.
“I want to put you over my knee and spank your beautiful bottom. Would you like that?” he asked as sensuously as he could, but really just wanting to be sure.
“Yes. Yes, Bobby. Spank me.”
“Come. Over my knee,” he said as he sat on the edge of the bed, his legs apart, directing her over his left thigh.
She draped herself over his leg, with her torso supported on the bed beside him. Her arms folded, and she rested her head in them when she felt his hands on her bottom. He wasn’t doing anything he hadn’t done before, but for some reason, it felt different. There was still a smidgeon of doubt in her mind, but she trusted him unquestioningly. She didn’t notice his right hand leave her cheeks, because his left continued caressing her now ultra-sensitive bottom.
“Ooo!” she yipped, more in surprise at the first playful smack to the softest part of her right cheek, and gasped in pleasure when the left was treated the same.
He continued, leaving the slightest sting in each cheek as he spanked them in turn. She lifted her bottom, inviting more as she marveled at how intimate it felt. How could something that was nothing but pain from her father feel so exciting with Bobby? Of course, this wasn’t painful. His touch was just enough to sting a little, lighting up every nerve ending in her proffered cheeks and she felt as if she were giving herself to him in an exciting new way.
“How does that feel, Mandy? Do you like it?” he asked, pretty sure her body language answered the question for her.
“Oh God, Bobby! I do! You can do it a little harder if you like? Ow! Oh yeah! That’s perfect! Now don’t stop!”
He picked up the pace a little, but it was still slow as he took care not to overdo it. Just the hint of pink blush started to appear on her beautiful bottom, but he did stop after a couple of dozen.
“Oh, Bobby!” she cried as his hands caressed what felt like warm cheeks to her, and when fingers strayed between her legs, she was suddenly reminded she still had her panties on.
“Are you ready to be spanked on your bare bottom?” he asked as she moaned continuously.
“Uh-huh!” she answered when he already had his fingers in the waist, pulling them down, and scraping the coarse lace over her pink cheeks. He left them around her thighs, just below her cheeks, wrapped an arm around her waist as though he had to hold her down, and resumed her playful punishment.
The spanking felt pretty much the same as her panties had left her lower cheeks bare, but being fully exposed to him in this position added another pleasing element to the experience, so new to her. She felt him ramp up the intensity in small, barely detectable steps to the point where the sound of his hand smacking her bottom was another arousing ingredient.
“I love it, Bobby! Spank me again!?” she pleaded when he’d stopped, more to measure her state of mind.
He still wasn’t spanking her as hard as he would have started with Mia, and Riley had him literally beating her ass within the first minute, but how hard he spanked didn’t matter. That Mandy loved it, did.
She gasped and whimpered when she felt his finger sliding in and out of her pussy. She spread her legs as far as the constricting panties around her thighs permitted, but pulled them together again when he tugged them down her legs, letting her shake them off her foot.
“Oh God! Oh God!” she repeated when the spanking resumed with his left hand this time, while his fingers fucked her dripping pussy. “Harder! Ohh, that’s it!” she cried as she felt her climax approaching. She squirmed in his lap as she tried to resolve the bit of pain imparted by his increased pace with the extraordinary pleasure it brought as well. “Don’t stop! I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna … oh, my … oh, my! Oh my God, Bobby!” she screamed as her orgasm left her writhing in his lap.
“Come here! Come here, Angel!” he said as he picked her up and sat her on his other leg with his arms wrapped tightly around her, feeling the tremors still passing through her body. “Are you okay?” he asked when the shaking had subsided.
“Oh, Bobby! That was unbelievable!” she said, thinking the word so appropriate for something she hadn’t expected to be that electrifying and exciting. She mashed her lips against his in a powerful kiss, moaning into his mouth as his hand gently caressed her stinging cheeks. She pulled away and, holding his face in her hands, said, “Fuck me! Please? I want you inside me!”
“Stand up,” he said, knowing just how he was going to do it. “Bend over. Hands on the bed!” he commanded, assuming between the spanking and asking to be fucked, she wanted something a little rougher than their usual gentle lovemaking.
She smiled sensuously as she bent over, spreading her legs and arching her back in invitation. Dropping his boxers unceremoniously, he lined up behind her and slid easily into her well-lubricated pussy. Wasting no time based on her clear desire, he grabbed her hips and began pumping, their hips slapping together on each thrust. Bobby loved the rosy pink hue of her cheeks and gave her another single spank.
“Oh yeah! Spank me, Bobby! Spank me and fuck me!”
A few spanks later, she came again, whimpering as his cock continued lunging into her. He was surprised he hadn’t cum yet, perhaps because he’d been so focused on her pleasure, but that didn’t take long to change as several strokes and spanks later, he pulled her close and let go, little jerks of his hips in sync with the orgasmic pulses.
She fell to the bed as soon as he let go of her hips, rolling onto her back and holding her arms out.
“Hold me, Bobby!” she said with a need in her face he hadn’t seen before. “Oh, Bobby,” she started as he took her in his arms. “That was so amazing, but now I need you to love me!”
“Angel, I love you more than you know!” he said as he lay beside her, holding her tightly.
For the time they had left, they pleasured each other in a loving, tender way, with Mandy giving to him like she had something to prove. Bobby was concerned that perhaps they’d gone too far, that their usually strong emotional connection had been absent during her spanking and the resulting fucking she asked for.
“She’ll be home in about twenty minutes,” he said when his mom’s promised text arrived.
He felt a little better as they helped each other dress, their actions loving and helpful. They straightened up his room, changing the wet sheets and making the bed before settling back in the TV room.
“Are you okay, Mandy?”
“Yes, Love. I’m fine. It’s just that that was more intense than I was expecting. I loved it! Really, I did, and I definitely want to do it again, but … but not every time. Okay?”
“Of course it’s okay! I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asked, realizing he’d never spanked someone who’d never been spanked before and worried that he hadn’t taken that into account with her.
“No! It was perfect! I loved the sting from your hand and might even like it a little harder next time. I don’t know. Bobby, you don’t have to answer this if you don’t want to, but … you said you spanked one of those women you were with. Was it like what we just did?” she asked, not even sure why she wanted to know.
“Oh,” he said and paused, wondering if he should answer. He’d rather not, but worried what she’d think of a refusal to tell her. “There were two of them, actually,” he finally answered, not counting Lucia, as he definitely didn’t want to get into that whole mother/daughter thing that had even upset him at the time. “But no. It was not even close, Angel! I didn’t love them! It was just something they wanted and needed, and like the others, I did it,” he said. She stared at him, seeming to want more. “They’d both been spanked many times before, and it wasn’t loving or sexy. They wanted it to hurt … a lot! One of them judged how good it was by how bruised her bottom was! Mandy, why do you want to know about this?” he finally asked, not sure where the conversation was going.
“Are you hoping I’ll get to be like them?” she asked in a sorrowful voice.
“NO! Definitely not! I enjoyed just what we did! Why? Because you enjoyed it! I’d love for you to pretend to be a naughty girl and get a little play spanking on your bare bottom from time to time, but I couldn’t hurt you like I did them, even if you wanted me to!”
“I’m sorry, Bobby! It was me! I got carried away! I liked my little spanking, but then I asked you to fuck me again, and then when you spanked me again, I came so hard I couldn’t believe it, but then I felt so empty, like it was just sex!”
“Come here,” he said, and gathered her up into his arms and sat her on his lap again. “Maybe it was just sex then, but after that, the way we made love to each other was beautiful!”
“It was just, like I had this need! I just wanted your cock in my pussy, and I didn’t care what you wanted! I don’t want to be like that!” she said, with a tear streaking down her cheek.
“Okay. I understand, but you understand this. So much of my enjoyment comes from pleasing you, so if you really like it, I’m happy to do it for you … as long as you don’t want me to hurt you. I could never spank you like I did them, no matter how much you want it. A little harder? A little stingier? Sure, but I don’t want to leave marks on your perfect little bottom!”
“You’re so good to me! I love you now more than ever!” she said, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him.
“I love you too, Angel!”
“One more question?” she requested with curiosity, “You said you did some pretty weird things with them. Was spanking one of those things?”
“Bobby! Mandy! I’m home,” his mother called out from the kitchen as a warning.
“We’re in the TV room, Mom!”
“Look at you two!” she said, seeing Mandy sitting in his lap with her arms around him. She could remember sitting in Robert’s lap in that same position in better times. “I hope you had a good time tonight. I’ll just say good night,” she said, walking off to her bedroom, both of them wishing her the same in her wake.
“No, that was not one of the weird things, and you listen to me, Mandy Bonham! I promise you we will never do those weird things!”
“Oh? And will you spank me if I ask you to do weird things to me?” she asked with a pouty face.
Like the first time, he flipped her forward, over his knee, and spanked each cheek harder than she was expecting, after which they both laughed out loud.
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You had to expect that in my story, someone would eventually get spanked and Mandy is such a cute candidate for the role! Where will this cute couple go next? Stay tuned and remember to ‘Like,’ ‘Favorite,’ and/or tell me how you liked it and … THANKS FOR READING!
