Graham came calling… and then so did Stuart!

It’s now two weeks since my previous spanking and my bottom is fully recovered and back to its smooth creamy self. I’m itching to make it just a little bit rosy, but I’ve decided that I should wait and see if Graham remembers his IOU. Bits of our drunken evening are now beginning to reveal themselves to me and I have a much clearer picture of how events had played out. I fully understand now, I do it to myself. Every single time. My mouth is my single greatest enemy. It appears to work independently of my brain. I have no control over it!

I have examined in detail my need for spanking and the hitherto unknown sexual delights that activity would reveal to me but I haven’t really recently examined the reason why I started all of this spanking/discipline regime in the first place. I need to remember it’s because I have got to reign myself in and take some responsibility for my actions. I am beginning to realise I am not getting the discipline or the incentive to try to correct my behaviour anymore. I am using the spanking for the sexual thrill. It is making me more reckless than ever before!

I still need disciplining. A lot! I don’t think I can achieve that on my own. I need to be answerable, I need to feel like I should be apologising to someone, I need another human being to do this with. It doesn’t work well on it’s own. As usual I have no choice but to do the best I can with my own resources. My whole problem is lack of discipline and I am my own enabler in this. I will break the rules, even those I have set for myself for my own good.

At the moment, the only reason I haven’t given myself a spanking is because of the pending spanking I am hoping Graham has remembered he is going to give me. The frustrating part is that I haven’t seen him around since our drunken evening and I can’t remind him.

I’m frustrated.

I have been exceptionally busy with work and the club over the last week and I need some kind of relief from all the different tensions I am carrying around. I went to the club AGM last night and delivered the treasurer’s report. It’s a boring but necessary part of my role in the club and I take it very seriously so I have applied myself.

Of course the first person I ran into on my arrival was Stuart Evans the head coach. Damn he is a fine specimen of the male species! Sorry for the description there but I am not really happy about men at the moment. I have reduced you all to a lesser species in my mind so I don’t feel the need to go get me one. Especially since I realised I am very highly sexed and very spank needy!

Anyway, Stuart greeted me in his usual fashion, a giant bear hug which lifted me off my feet and pressed me tightly against his very firm chest bringing a pink flush to my cheeks and also to some other regions of my anatomy too!

‘We really should get together for that drink one of these days Gem, I love how your analytical brain dissects the stats. You have a real grasp for the complexities of the game. I would love to discuss it with you further sometime.’ He was still hugging me! My feet were off the floor! Both of them at the same time! I wasn’t fit to say boo nevermind answer him coherently!

‘Erm, Stu? You need to put me down now.’ I gasped.

He ginned and looked slightly abashed, (a lovely word that, abashed… just sayin) and I found myself back on terra firma once more.

‘Sorry Gem, I forget how small you are sometimes, I hadn’t realised you were actually off the floor.’ He apologised nicely, his eyes crinkling at the corners with his smile, (jeez, I sound like I’m writing a mills and boon novel, yuck!) but he still hadn’t let go of my waist.

I took a small step back and gave myself some breathing space. This man has the ability to turn my usually ascerbic tongue into jelly and icecream with chocolate sprinkles! In short he made me giddy and submissive with just a look, imagine the effect he was having on me while he was actually holding me!

‘I’m not small Stu, (I am, I’m barely 5ft 2″), I am perfectly proportioned!( I’m that too, just sayin…) It is you who is a bear of man!’ I delivered my comment with a smile and refrained from being drawn into the conversation about going for a drink. I needed rescuing. NOW!

No one came… I was alone with him in the corner of the room and everybody else was happily oblivious to my precarious situation. Of course, so was Stuart, all of this was still firmly inside my head and locked in tight. My problem was I didn’t trust my mouth!

‘Ah Gem, bear or not, we are all the same size lying down love.’ Stuart had levelled that look on me! I was royally fucked. My head was now happily providing images for his words, Oh my GOD!!

You know when you are talking with someone and you get the feeling they know who you are? I mean really know who you are? It’s like they have found a way to peep inside your brain and they can see your thoughts floating about in there! That’s what that look does to me. Every single time, and now I have even more to worry about because I have even more to hide. It’s a knowing look. I turn into the most meek, submissive … nevermind, lets just say if he suddenly said assume the position, I would drop my panties (If I was wearing any) and bend over and touch my toes without hesitation!

I knew my cheeks were flaming red as I blustered my response, ‘I wouldn’t know, I haven’t tried it in a very long time.’ NO NO NO! WRONG THING TO SAY!

Too late, I saw my comment hit its mark and I saw the mildly flirty expression change into predator mode. Oh boy, I was definitely royally fucked!

Thankfully, and not a second too soon, I was called upon by the Chairman to come and give my report.

‘Oops, that’s me, I better get up there.’ I smiled as I began to walk away. He smiled back but there was a look in his eyes I hadn’t seen before. I had his full attention. He was watching my every expression and closely. Shit. I wasn’t sure I was capable of turning him down, or whether I could handle him at all. He is the epitome of Alpha male and every hormone in my body was doing the salsa because of it!

‘I’ll come find you when you’ve finished your report love.’ He smiled and I hurried away.

Should I run away now? Maybe I could go on an extended leave from the club? Just till he retired…only about 15 years or so to go…

I climbed up the steps to the podium and delivered my report and also my usual roll call of honours for the younger members of the club I personally worked with as team manager. I couldn’t leave my club, it was the one good thing I had achieved and hadn’t spoilt in any way. Stuart could not be allowed to change that. He was going back in his box labelled fantasy!

I just had to make sure he knew it too.

Did I mention I break my own rules constantly? I start out with such good intentions too. I finished my report, I bigged up my kids, who were chuffed to death at getting a mention and I accepted a glass of white wine as I came down the steps from the podium. My work here was done, just do a quick circuit of the parents and then I could escape.

Nope, he was there at the bottom of the steps waiting for me. ‘I’ve secured us a table, let’s go and have a sit down and the parents can come to us. Joint task force so to speak.’ Stuart took my arm and guided me across to the table. I sat down with my back to the wall and I think I may have looked a bit like a startled rabbit because he immediately began to sooth me by holding my hand while he spoke.

‘It’s all done, the hard part is over. You can relax now and just let the rest of the evening take it’s course.’ He was smiling silkily at me. (Is that a thing? Silkily smiling? I dunno, but it fits. I kept thinking that you could slide right off those lips and into oblivion!) I need to get laid!! No no no… wrong thought process, remember he can read your mind!

Are you getting a picture yet of what a mess this man turns me into?

His comments were so vague I wasn’t sure what hard part he was referring to. I couldn’t think in a straight line. I decided to have a drink instead of speaking and I downed my white and then refilled my glass with the red that had been provided on the table. Bad mistake! Never mix your wine, especially on an empty stomach.

Parents began to head our way and for the next hour we were both thankfully, gainfully employed discussing every little Johnny and Gemima’s progress in the club with their proud parents. I had finally started to relax properly. My phone pinged four times. I waited until my last parent had left the table and then I took a quick peek. 3 missed calls and one text from Graham. My life was getting very male complicated these days considering I was supposed to be flying completely solo!

Stuart glanced across at me, he was still dealing with his last parent but the look in his eyes told me he hadn’t missed my suddenly very active phone!

Very flirty Mama Jane left and Stuart turned his full attention to me.

‘You’re in high demand tonight, boyfriend wondering whats keeping you from him is he?’ His tone was friendly, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. There was just… something.

Did I detect a hint of jealousy? Surely not. Anyway, I played it safe and told the truth. I had had alcohol now, I didn’t have a choice anyway!

‘It’s my new neighbour, Graham. He left something behind last week when we had a meet and greet and he wanted to know if he could call and collect it.’ It was the truth! I wasn’t lying! Graham’s text was to say he was calling in his IOU.

Stuart’s eyes did that shuttered thing, you know, when you can’t read their expression? Damned moody looking too. Not good for my hormones at all. They had moved on to the Jive now!

‘New neighbour? You should be careful about inviting him round Gem, you don’t know much about him do you?’ Stuart probed carefully. He has known me a long time, I don’t suffer nosy buggers at all.

‘Well,’ I said sipping my wine and feeling naughty, it wouldn’t hurt anyone if I wound Stuart up a little would it? ‘I know a lot more about him now than I did! Our first meeting was a shock for both of us but we smoothed it over and everything is fine now.’ I was edging the truth, but it was technically still the truth. Stuart’s face was a picture. He was desperate to ask but he knew he had no right to. His curiosity got the better of him and won out. He became very serious quite suddenly.

‘Look Gem, tell me to mind my own business here, but you are a lovely looking woman and you live alone. He might be dangerous. You don’t know the man from Adam! I’ve been to your house, it’s very secluded. If he decided to try it on, no one would hear you screaming! I don’t want to put the fears into you, but you need to be careful.’

I was instantly submissive. I hate myself. I went from naughty to contrite in an instant. I lowered my eyes and looked at the table top as I spoke. WTF is wrong with me!! I didn’t need advice from a man! I could and would take care of myself thank you very fucking much!

None of that came out, not a single word. No, this is me now, head hung low, eyes lowered and submissive when they looked up at him as I fiddled with the damn table cloth.

‘I didn’t mean to worry you Stu, I’m sorry. But honestly, I’m perfectly safe with Graham he’s as gay as you are straight, it was one of the first things he told me when he popped round for a surprise visit and I threatened to kick him in the balls if he took another step!’

Stuart’s eyebrows rose in surprise at my revelation, but I could see his demeanor relaxing again. Graham wasn’t a threat. Stuart could go back to his original game plan. (I have no idea if this thought is true or not, but I am a writer and I fill in the blanks with my own thoughts when I am getting non-verbal input, plus I was tipsy!)

‘Now that’s a story I would love to hear,’ he murmered as he took a sip of his coke. Yes, he’s a jock, he doesn’t drink alcohol. So now you understand why the offer of a get together for drinks is like a big red danger sign. He doesn’t, I do, it’s a recipe for disaster!

I relaxed again, and the banter flowed easily between us for the remainder of the evening. I even managed to grab something to eat to soak up the wine and I felt almost sober. Eventually my phone had pinged so many times I had to excuse myself to go and answer it and I went to the ladies. I texted Graham back and told him I would be home around midnight but if he wanted to call around tomorrow evening I would be available from 7pm onwards.

He texted me back and told me I should call round to his house tomorrow at 7pm instead as he wanted to show me round anyway. I agreed and then switched my phone off and returned to Stuart.

‘Put your gay boyfriend on hold now love?’ There was a whiplash edge to his tone and I caught it. Yep, he was definitely jealous. It wasn’t my imagination. I laughed and pointed out that he had just delivered an oxymoron and for this time of night it was a belter.

He had the good grace to look a little apologetic. I forgave him. Instantly.

The evening was coming to a close, and I confess now that I had stopped panicking all over the place about being anywhere near him, Stuart was really good company and I had enjoyed myself immensely. So, I let him walk me out to my taxi which still hadn’t arrived.

He looked at his watch, it was almost 11.30pm, ‘they are going to turn up late so they can charge you double time for past midnight. Phone them and cancel and I will run you home.’

Did I mention the ‘assume the position’ mentality? Yep, my phone is out, I’m calling the taxi company who say it’s going to be another 15 minutes as they have a rush on, and I’m cancelling it. Before I know what is happening I am deposited in Stuart’s car and heading towards the motorway and home. I will just point out, this is most definitely not on his way home. He lives in the opposite direction about 30 miles away from where we are. He’s driving me home which is16 miles further out of his way.

I am in deep shit right up to my drunken little neck! I am now mentally assessing the state I have left my home in, is it fit for visitors? Yes, I think it might be. I will put him in the spare room for the night, he has stayed over before and behaved himself. Mind you, I was still married to fuck face at the time. Nevermind, I do know him, and very well, I know I can trust him to behave like a gentleman and he will. We both have too much to lose with the club for it to play out any other way.

He pulls down the drive and parks up, and we both make a dash for the front door, its lashing down now and almost impossible to see to drive anyway so he will definitely be staying over. I let us in and we fall into the hall laughing at the drowned rats we now resemble. His shirt is plastered to his skin and it no longer hides a damn muscle and every single one of his six pack abs are flexing and moving of their own accord right before my eyes.

Oh jesus christ almighty my hormones are doing a fucking samba now!! I mumble something and head towards the kitchen in a hurry. Stuart closes the front door, turns the key, and brings it with him. He hands it to me as he sits down at the kitchen table, that still has the spanking machine on it, (I’ve been learning how to use it before I take it down to my punishment and pleasure palace,) with the spoon stuck out of it, and the instructions laid bare for anyone to read. Illustrations are part of those instructions. A lovely picture of a severely spanked bottom graces the first page. Oh fuck…

I am sporting the reddest face I have ever had in my life and I am dying with embarrassment now. I walk over to the table and I pick up the instructions and put them back in the box. I take the spoon out of the machine and chuck it back in the drawer and I do it all without a single word. If I don’t say anything, perhaps he won’t either.

‘So, you own a spanking machine, nice one too, not seen this type before.’ Yeah, he was never not commenting was he? But he was so fucking relaxed about it I nearly cried. I had no choice now did I? I was going to have to have a spanking conversation with him whether I wanted to or not. I had an instant brain wave and decided to tell him it was my ex’s and I had been curious to see how it worked.

‘It isn’t mine,’ I managed to stutter as I went back to making a cup of tea for us both. I turned my back to him so I didn’t have to look at him while I told him about the origins of the machine.

I stumbled through the explanation of where it had come from and why it was all set up on my kitchen table while I put the drinks together. I finally turned around to face him and he was just sitting with legs stretched out, his shirt was off and hanging over the back of the chair to dry, and all I could see was a naked very male very large chest. My hormones were doing a fine filthy, sexy, Rumba now and they were turning me to liquid heat! His face was entirely unreadable. I walked over to the table and put the drinks down and then sank down in the chair opposite his. I put a whole solid piece of wood between us.

‘Let me get this straight now’ he said, ‘see if I heard you correctly, Don, who has been gone a couple of years now, owns the spanking machine, and it was his friend who returned it to him here last week. He didn’t even know you had split up nevermind divorced, and he thought Don was still living here. You got sniffy and decided you weren’t going to return Don’s property to him and you decided to have a look see after reading the letter. So, the question I am dying to ask is, why didn’t you notice that the spanking machine had gone missing when he loaned it out to his friend?’

‘I am assuming he bought it for you to use when he didn’t want to spank you himself?’

I was gobsmacked. Never in my wildest imaginings had I ever considered that telling the actual fucking truth to the nth degree would tie me up in so many knots I might as well take up full on BDSM! My brain was too fuzzy with hormonal sambas, salsas, jives and rumbas, and three glasses of wine. I gave up. I sat there and threw my hands up in the air and I blew out a long breath and lit a cigarette. Fuck it, I wasn’t being good anymore tonight. I had run out of steam.

‘No. He didn’t. I didn’t know of it’s existence until last week. It’s all true and I don’t care if you don’t believe me.’ I was suddenly petulant and I was pouting. I was not going to be backed into a corner again.

‘Dont be petulant Gemma! I didn’t say I didn’t believe you,’ he spoke quietly but firmly as he put me in my place. ‘I just assumed that you would have missed it. We both know you have a bottom made for spanking!’

What the fuck???

I raised my chin and screwed up my eyes against the cigarette smoke, and I watched him carefully now. ‘Do we? Both know I mean?’ I said equally as quietly. Jesus the atmosphere was so tense!

He smiled, not his usual full sunny smile that could melt your backbone, this was a closed lipped smile of insider knowledge. His eyes actually sparkled when he looked at me. Oh fuck I was really out of my depth! That look was the most dangerous one to my equilibrium yet! My hormones had moved on to the big boy dances, an Argentine Tango and a Pasa Doble all at the same time? I’m fucking exhausted!

‘Of course we do, you have it written all over you darling. The way you walk, the sensuality oozes out of you, the way you swing your hips, designed to draw attention to that absolutely gorgeous full bottom. The way your eyes always and I do mean always look at my hands and then my belt and then my face when we meet up at the club. The give away more than anything else though, is your attitude. I have known you for years now, and you will chew someone up and spit them out for breakfast if they cross you, you are a real firebrand and no mistake, but 5 minutes talking to me and you are completely submissive. You are almost begging me to take you over my knee. It has confounded me for the past two years why you haven’t come to me and asked me to spank you since Don left. I was absolutely sure he would have told you I was a spanker too. We had a whole conversation about it! I made sure he knew it because I wanted you to know. When you didn’t say anything or take me up on the offer of a drink I imagined you had found someone else to do it. I thought it might be this Graham bloke, but I’m assuming that’s not the case?’ He paused and waited for me to reply.

Oh my god! Was I really that easy to read? How utterly humiliating! I gathered my thoughts as I stubbed out my cigarette and I refused to look at him. He sipped his drink slowly and waited, perfectly relaxed and at ease with the conversation. He knew he had me in a corner and he was like a big cat toying with a mouse.

‘I refuse to confirm or deny your suspicions about whether I like to be spanked or not Stu. you can think what you like but I am not submissive with you or anyone else for that matter and as for coming to you and asking you to spank me? Really? I have my pride if nothing else. I don’t have to beg a man for his attention thank you.’
I picked up my drink and took a sip. I was praying my face would not give away the big fat lie I had just plonked into the middle of the room. In truth I was enjoying the tension now, I wanted to draw it out and see where it took us both. I had gone past embarrassment, humiliation or remorse or any other kind of emotion that would make me blurt out the truth. I was in my element here, I was game playing. The look in his eyes told me he knew exactly what I was about, but he played along too. He shifted his weight and sat more upright in the chair. I could tell his big frame was very uncomfortable on that hard wooden chair. Tough. I was so not going near the arm of a sofa for this conversation.

‘So you’re not compliant or submissive at all when you’re with me?’ He stood up and walked around the table. I was now at a complete disadvantage because I had to lean right back to look up at him.

I shook my head in denial.

He let his finger stroke down my cheek and across my lips. I was utterly captivated and could hardly breathe. ‘So, if I said to you, I know without a shadow of a doubt that you are currently without panties under that dress and you need a spanking for walking around like that, you would turn into a spitfire and roast me for being so presumptious?’ His voice was so soft and low I began to tremble at the effect of it as it ran rampant over my now singing dancing somersaulting hormones. I was truly royally fucked. I was going under and there was no way out.

My face was burning crimson, my bottom had started its usual heated tingle just at the meer thought of a spanking, but still I nodded my head in response.

He took my hand and pulled me to my feet and against his chest, I went willingly, fuck it, I was utterly under his spell and we both knew it, ‘you should never play poker Gem, you are a terrible bluff.’ He was watching my face closely, his hand was still stroking my cheek but his other hand had wandered down to my bottom and he was smoothing my dress over the swell of my cheeks. No panties. If he hadn’t been sure before, he was now.

I mumbled something unintelligable, and he laughed quietly as he brought his lips down to meet mine. I kissed him back. Before I knew it, we were in the lounge and I was sat in his lap and his hands were everywhere all at once. He broke the kiss after a few minutes but his hands were still stroking my bottom.

‘You going over my knee then Gem? You definitely have no panties on, you have been tempting fate for the last half hour and honestly, I need to spank you and spank you hard lady, I cannot believe how much I want to see that bottom go pink and then red under my hand.’

I pulled back and looked at him, yep that was the look I was beginning to recognise really easily on a man’s face. He definitely wanted to spank me, but he was still giving me a chance to refuse.

I play tactical games, I am a strategist and I could see how this situation could rescue me from a more disasterous kind of relationship with this man but also give me something that I needed.

I played my hand, ‘If I go over your knee and take a spanking from you, you do understand that it is all I want from you, no sex, no relationship, no dating etc. I can’t do that shit anymore, I want to be single Stu. I love my freedom, I will not compromise for another man, no matter who he might be. I sure as hell don’t want to ever live with another man again. But, I do want to be spanked. I need to be spanked, I need the discipline. I need to be punished for breaking the rules constantly. I need someone who will bring me to task for my behaviour. You would be the perfect man for that, as you so succinctly pointed out earlier, I am very submissive around you.’

Stuart’s face was entirely unreadable again, and I could see he was weighing up his options, I have known for a while that he wanted to take our friendship into a new direction, I just don’t think he ever envisioned it being this particular direction. I waited.

‘If I accept your conditions darling, I am cutting my nose off to spite my face. I get to spank you but not be your lover?’

‘It’s spanking or nothing Stu. I won’t be any man’s lover. I don’t want that in my life. I’m happy as I am.’ I remained resolute, but it was HARD!

He seemed to settle something in his head and then he nodded, more to himself than to acknowledge me. ‘Then I’ll take what you’re offering, I desperately want to spank you, I have for years. I envied Don, I knew he was into spanking in a big way he never shut up about it when I was at yours for the anniversary party. After that night, I used to imagine you being spanked on a regular basis. Lucky, lucky bastard he was. I wouldn’t have given you up I can tell you.’

I was stunned by his revelation. Utterly stunned. That’s why he always looked like he knew all my secrets, he actually thought he did know them!

Turns out I didn’t know who the fuck my husband was at all. At that moment I didn’t give a damn either because Stuart was still speaking.
‘So, if I’m going to give you a spanking, I want you stripped naked and over my knee in two minutes lady. I will not hear any excuses do you understand?’

Oh jesus, that tone of voice had me shaking at the knees. I was going to get spanked right now and I was so wet between my thighs I was terrified I would cum as soon as he started. I didn’t care, I would deal with that if it happened. I jumped from his lap and stood in the middle of the lounge. I unzipped my dress and allowed it to fall to the floor around my feet and I stepped out of it. I made to remove my suspender belt but he stopped me, ‘leave that and the stockings on, just remove the bra and then come over here and position yourself over my knee. I want you to tell me what you think you deserve as a punishment for being very naughty tonight, if I agree with you I will only add an extra 50 to the total, if I think you are going easy on yourself I will double the spanking and add 20 for good measure and you will count the spanks as I deliver them. You will say thank you after each spank and you will ask for the next one, and you will refer to me as sir. Do you understand?’

I nodded. Eyes huge in my face and mouth firmly shut.

‘You just earned 6 strokes of the cane when we meet up again at the end of the month, you didn’t say yes sir. Whatever I can’t deliver tonight Gemma, will be delivered the next time we meet. I have my cane at home and you will accompany me once a month to my house where I will spank you until you have learned your lesson. I can only give you a hand spanking tonight, but it will be a very thorough hand spanking that will last for at least an hour. Do you understand?’ He was really getting into this.

I nodded once again. No way in the world I was telling him about any of my spanking implements upstairs!

‘That makes 12 strokes of the cane. Now, before we start, do you have any qualms or concerns about the role I will now play in your life Gemma? I am offering to be your Disciplinarian and once a month you will come to my house for the weekend and you will receive a thorough disciplining throughout the whole of that weekend. Do you agree?’

‘Can I have a safe word? What if I get scared of you, you are a big man, you could go too far and really hurt me. I need to know I can trust you to stop if I say the safe word.’ My voice came out all shaky! I kid you not! I was a quivering mass of nerves.

Quite suddenly he was on his feet and I was in his arms and being hugged by him. I remembered then just who I was dealing with and all my fears disappeared. It was Stu and he really was a gentle giant. His next words confirmed it for me.

‘Gemma love, I would never, ever do anything that would scare you or go too far and hurt you and you must always have the right to refuse anything that you feel is not in the spirit of our arrangement. It is your body, your rules, always. Choose your safe word Gem, you can count on me to respect it no matter what.’

I set my safe word, I nodded my agreement and the next thing I knew I was upside down, naked except for my suspender belt and stockings having my bottom turned cherry red with the hardest fastest spanks I have ever received! I was kicking and flailing inside of 3 minutes and let me tell you I had no thoughts at all about orgasms, my bottom was on fire! He spanked like a man possessed and I squealed as the spanks got harder and faster, after an hour he began to slow down. I was utterly wrecked by this time and was sobbing loudly. I hadn’t counted a damn spank nor asked for one either, but in the heat of the moment I assumed he had forgotten about his instructions.

He patted my bottom and told me I could sit up now as the spanking for tonight was completed. I did as I was told and he held me for a very long time on his lap as I sobbed and hiccuped and said I was very sorry for being so naughty as to attend the AGM without my panties on and then tease him all night because he knew I wasn’t wearing them.

He murmered endearments to me as he soothed me and calmed me until I finally fell asleep on his lap.

When I woke up the following day, I was in my own bed, the curtains were drawn, all of my spanking implements were lined up beautifully at the end of the bed and a note was resting on top of them.

Bring these with you at the end of the month Gemma, we shall use them all at some point over the weekend. I have added a further 6 strokes of the cane because you didn’t tell me about them, In the meantime, I want you bent over the bed and taking a spanking from that fine machine downstairs every day. I shall email you with the details of implement and length of time for each days spanking. Had to get off, got a busy day ahead of me and a long drive. See you soon love, Stu.

My phone pinged and it was Graham reminding me about tonight. My hand felt my bottom and I could still feel the searing heat from last night’s spanking. Graham was going to have to either spank me while my bottom was still cherry red or wait another few days for the redness to fade. His choice.

I now had two spankers, a spanking machine and only one bottom. Shit just got real!