Spanked by my Old Boss!

As I first recounted back in April in Yikes! outed... And  Former Junior Manager to be Spanked by her EVP!, I had decided (and was excited) to receive a spanking from an old mentor and executive at a company where I was a Junior Manager. He had recognized me from my blog and reached out gently. Knowing my kinks (very intimately from my blog), he suggested the possibility of a naughty extra-marital tryst. He was a father-figure to me whom I admired tremendously, and was always the perfect gentleman at work and in close quarters, and I became very turned on at the thought of him spanking me.

We were going to do it after lockdown was over in June, but then lockdown dragged on in Ontario and pushed into July and August when he was summering away from the city, and so we decided to do it in September. It all came together Tuesday afternoon, and I am still tingling from the experience!

I received the following end of August (I shall call him "Alistair Stevens" - that is not his real name, so apologies to any real Alistair Stevens out there!)

Hi Julie,

I'll be back in Toronto the week of Sep. 6 and I remain excited about our "date" if you are still game. I can make any weekday afternoon Sep 7-16 at 4pm-6pm. I shall dress the part of the senior executive and bring the Champagne and caviar. Can you possibly book us a suite using your credit card, as my wife would be suspicious if she saw the charge on mine (I shall of course reimburse you with interest - don't worry about the cost).

Alistair

Yums! I guess his wife has access to his credit card. Ha ha. Big bad Dom. I was not at all concerned about being repaid. He is quite loaded. I went to research some hotel rooms and found plenty of availability. I booked us into the best suite I could find in downtown Toronto and replied:

Hi Alistair,

Oh dear... I am left slightly speechless, slightly tail between my legs... but I will commit to a follow through on my original offer. I've booked us into a suite at XXXXX for Tue, Sep 7 (just under $1000 tax included, can cancel before Sep 5 - is that ok?). What shall I wear?

Julie

I was actually very much looking forward to it, but thought I would "roleplay" by appearing a bit reluctant. He wrote back, indicating he was on to me.

Hi Julie, 

It'll be fun seeing you with your tail between your legs... 😉

That room sounds fine.

As to what you should wear... A nice skirt or a short dress. Fuller cut panties. A bra will not be needed. The skirt will be raised. The panties will be lowered. The top will come off. All in due time.

Looking forward to it,

Alistair

Ha ha! He called my bluff on the roleplay. Something sexy about having my "tail between my legs", whatever that means, and him seeing it. He also used that emoji in his response. Not a complete fossil, obviously. I wrote back something that might throw him a bit off-balance.

Ha! I will be keeping my top on, but lowered panties sounds like fun :)

We had previously negotiated boundaries in which I said full nudity was ok. I was now thinking it would be more sexy to not be totally nude, more domestic discipliny, more "Daddy-daughter", to be spanked not completely naked.

Lady's choice, though you may regret it? More time to spank you without other distractions.

Mmmm. I liked that. No whining about boundary changes. Seeing the silver lining. I'd show him my tits, but I'd do it my way. At one point we had contemplated me spanking him as well, but I wasn't feeling it, so I decided not to mention it. If he asked for it, or the dynamic went that way, different story.

The evening before I sent him a little encouraging reminder.

I've been giddy all day! See you tomorrow at 4pm. I'll email the room number after I check in around 3pm or so.

He replied that he was very much looking forward as well, and would see me then.

I went over it with David one more time, confirming he was fine with it. He was positively encouraging, and insisted I give him, and all you blog readers, the complete rundown. David does not have a jealous bone in his body, and encourages me constantly to explore. Is that not cool? He is even cool with me not reciprocating (I would never allow him to be with another woman without me present and guiding the action!!! It's all about our respective insecurities, not about "fairness" in any other sense).

The day of I packed a little bag with some essentials (including toys) and drove downtown arriving just after 3pm and dropped my car off with the valet parking. I felt a bit like a movie star! I went to check-in. 

They confirmed the reservation was for 2 people, in a premium suite. I told them "my uncle" would be joining me in an hour or so. I felt like such a high-end hooker! The elegant young lady checking me in (she could have been a model) did not bat an eyelash. They insisted on having a bellboy take me up and show me the room. I tipped him a $20. I hope that was not too cheap???

I immediately emailed Alistair with the room number and told him I would meet him in the lobby at 4pm, as the elevators required a card key to access the floor. I received a confirmation back quickly.

The suite was nice. A big sitting area with a black leather couch and two matching chairs in front of a glass coffee table, and a desk off to the side. Beautiful high-up city view. The bedroom had a big king-sized bed. I liked it because it was not too high off the floor. A nice spanking height. There was a spacious marble bathroom with heated floors and a big walk-in shower with multiple spray heads, and a deep-soaking bathtub. I would be using that later!

I decided the bedroom would be our play area. I laid out my toys. I put down my wireless Hitachi-style vibrator, my big dildo (the one I use on myself), lube, latex gloves, and condoms. I kept the hairbrush in my bag, along with my strap-on dildo, and kept it hidden away. I'd bring it out if he wanted a "Strict Julie" experience.

I freshened up a bit and went down to the lobby bar and ordered a cocktail. I was nervous! I had on a thigh-length red dress with a pink slip underneath, full cut pink panties, no bra, strappy stiletto heels.

Alistair showed up right on time in the lobby, and I recognized him immediately. He's just over 6 feet tall, quite trim, and was wearing a lovely grey suit with a pale grey striped shirt, his hair is short and silver-coloured. He was carrying a little black bag that looked like it was a leftover from some conference. I waved at him and he came over. I stood and we gave each other a hug and said how nice it was to see one another. I told him that if anybody asked, he was my "Uncle Alistair".

He laughed.

He sat and we made a little bit of smalltalk, just catching up on where we were both at.

At one point he said, "I was so excited when I discovered your blog. I never would have dreamed."

"And I would never have dreamed you were the sort of gentleman who took an interest in such things," I replied.

"Touché," he said.

"Let's go up," I said to him.

At this point he squared up with me, took my two hands in his, and said "are you 100% sure you want to do this? You can back out anytime. Anytime at all. I'll cover all the expenses regardless, of course, and your secret will always be safe with me."

"I am 100% sure I want to do this," I confirmed with him. "I'm excited to do it, and my husband is excited to have me do it. May I blog about every little detail?"

"Of course," he said, "I'd expect nothing less."

"Let's do it!" I said.

We interlocked arms and headed towards the elevators. We had to pass by the front desk on the way, and I glanced over at the young woman who had checked me in. So naughty. I was going up the elevator to get a spanking from a man literally old enough to be my father!

When we were alone in the elevator he asked, with a wink, "do they really think I'm your uncle?"

"No, I'm pretty sure they think I'm a high-end sex worker," I answered honestly.

"In that case I better put you to work," Alistair said and smacked my bottom! So it was going to be like that, was it?

We went into the suite, and I flipped the privacy setting to "Do Not Disturb".

Alistair produced out of his bag a bottle of vintage Dom Pérignon Champagne, a small tin of Beluga caviar, a little thin white bread, and some crème fraîche. He apologized for not having any blinis.

As he was doing that, I excused myself. I went to the bedroom. I took off my dress and and my heels, and I was left in my little pink slip. Like this.

 I went back into the living room, dressed in just my slip with my panties under.

"I thought you should spank me in this," I told him as I went right up to him. I knew what I was doing. Perhaps I was taking a bit of initiative? He glanced down my front and could completely see my bare breasts.

He laughed a big "Ha! What happened to your 'no bare breasts' boundary???"

"I just thought it would be better if it was a sort of Uncle and Niece sort of thing, and I shouldn't be completely bare for that, but if something slips out, well that can't be helped..."

He mock-scolded me in response: "You are NOT very good at 'boundaries'. That's more a 'want', or a 'desire', hardly a 'boundary'. In fact, the majority of your 'boundaries' are really wants and desires."

"What? Am I doing it wrong?" I asked coquettishly.

"Yes, you are," he laughed. "If you want something, you ask for it, you don't set a 'boundary'."

"Yes, Daddy," I said, looking down at my feet. That thrilled me to say that! He really was a Daddy figure. Exactly as old as my real Dad, and at one point wielding as much benevolent authority over me. Suddenly I felt a bit self-conscious, with my breasts on display to Daddy at the slightest motion.

"I can put the dress back on if you'd prefer to spank me in that," I said.

"That won't be necessary, the slip will do fine," he said.

I sat down and he stared down my top appreciatively as I did so. Oopsy!

We both sat and we both ate and drank. It was all outstandingly delicious! It was soooo decadent! We talked about the food and the drink, but the topic turned to kinky sexy things pretty quickly.

At one point he segued into a discussion of our scene: "so, I know from reading your blog the sort of spanking you describe that turns you on. With the bare hand and pretty hard? Is that accurate, or were you exaggerating how hard you like it?"

Oh gosh, the moment of truth. "I do like it hard like that, Sir."

I thought it appropriate to "Sir" him at that point.

"Well in that case that's exactly what you're going to get. Very hard, and very long, right across my knee."

"Yes Sir." (I felt myself hyperventilating a bit!). But then it occurred to me he might be turned on by my calling him something different, or turned off with my using "Sir". So I asked: "Do you want me to call you something special, like 'Master' or 'Sir' or 'Daddy'?"

"No. Alistair will do fine, or whatever comes to you."

"Yes, Alistair," I said. I called him by his first name when I was working with him, at his request, which felt a bit uncomfortable at the time.

"You have your yellow and red safewords, right?"

"Yes, Alistair."

"And what are your boundaries, really?"

"You can take my panties down, and you can touch me on my pussy with your hand, not deep inside, ok?"

"Very good. That's a proper 'boundary'. Good girl. What else?"

I like when "Daddy" calls me a "good girl".

"I brought my Hitachi. Maybe you can use that on me afterwards?"

"Ok, that's not a boundary. That's a request."

"Yes Sir," I said. "And there's, ummm, latex gloves. Maybe you can finger my bottom hole, you can go deep in, when you're using the Hitachi on me, if you have a glove on?"

"Ok. Half a request, half a boundary."

"And ummm, I brought a dildo. If I ask you to at a certain point, can you put that inside my pussy?"

"Ok. I'll wait for you to ask for that."

"Thank you Alistair," I said.

By this point I could see a distinct bulge in his suit trousers. I reached over and put my hand on his bulge and squeezed as I looked right into his eyes.

"Oh, Mr. Stevens!" I said in a mock surprised voice.

There was champagne left in the bottle, so I put it into the fridge and told Alistair he may need to dribble it down my hot ass after he was finished with me to cool me down. He agreed that may be needed, and that it would be extra decadent (considering the cost of the bottle, I supposed!)

"Shall we?" I asked.

He took me by my hand and he led me into the bedroom. I felt like such a little girl, going for her spanking. It was so strange having this much older man do this to me. A bit of a dream come true.

He sat on the side of the bed and he pulled me up and over and across his lap. I was resting comfortably across his lap with my feet, legs, and chest all supported. He smoothed down my silky slip with his hand across my ass, and began gently spanking me all over my bottom.

Mmmm... it was nice. I love being supported like that all over, with just my bum elevated for the gentelman's attention.

He picked up a bit on the roleplay we had previously discussed: "So, young lady, you've been very naughty publishing that blog of yours for all those years, showing the world what a dirty girl you are. Showing naked pictures of yourself even. Had that come to light when you were still working for me, I'd have made quite an example of you. A good hard spanking followed by a firing."

"Yes Sir, I would have deserved it."

He started spanking the seat of my slip harder, so I could feel it. A real spanking. I could already tell he had a hard hand, like my David's. He paused and rubbed my ass through my slip. He smoothed it down again. He started using his hand more gently on the backs of my thighs, wrapping his fingers towards the insides of my thighs. He parted my legs a couple of inches to allow better inner-thigh access, and spanked me there.

"Oh!" I exclaimed as he stung me like that.

He stopped doing that and then he began raising my slip first the back, exposing my full cut panties, then reaching under a bit and pulling the front up towards my tummy as well. He adjusted my panties taut up against me, stroked my panty-covered bottom, and then began spanking me across the seat of my panties.

Oh my gosh, it was embarrassing having my slip raised like that! I didn't think I could feel embarrassment at an action like that, but I did. He followed the same pattern, spanking harder and harder until I was feeling as if I was being truly punished despite the panties. He also made the occasional foray down the backs and insides of my thighs, though never staying there long this time.

Even with my panties up, there was bare skin just above the thigh crease at the sit spots, and he started concentrating my spanking there. Again, increasing and increasing in intensity, and then backing off and rubbing a bit and then starting in again. He had much more variation than David, and I liked it.

Still plenty of bare flesh to spank, even with my panties up!

Not satisfied with the limits of his "canvas", he then gathered the material of my panty in his hand and bunched it up and pulled it up into my ass crack. "Oh!" I said as he pulled it up into and against my pussy and my anus. I wriggled a bit like a fish on a hook as he pulled up and spanked now all over my ass.

"I have a bit of a wedgie fetish," he told me as he pulled harder and harder up on my panty. This was why he specified a full cut panty! He not only held it there, but he relaxed and pulled it alternately, sawing at my poor bum bum hole and little miss puss puss!

"Oh! Eee! Aahh! Eeek!" I said as he did that, but I was not yellowing out. I was perversely enjoying it a bit. Enjoying the humiliation of my hard-wedgied predicament.

Encouraged I suppose, he reached under me from behind and between my legs. He bundled the material tighter and worked it into my pussy, pulling up and out on my outer lips with his fingers! "Yeeep!" I said, the first time he touched a pussy lip. I'm sensitive there and was not expecting the attention all of a sudden. He thoroughly tugged on my exposed pussy lips making sure the panty was well buried.

It definitely fully cleared my labia majora and I could feel it even working past my labia minora! When it was all up and in like that, He again pulled up hard and continued my spanking as I wriggled away in a vane attempt to get some pussy or anal relief!

His spanking got harder, and harder, and harder as he held me there like that. I was determined to let him have his fun at my expense, and was determined to be open to the experience, so I did some Lamaze-style breathing as the pain of the spanking became ever more intense. Sensing I was at my limit, he eased off.

"That's up in there pretty tight, isn't it?" 

"Yes Sir!"

"This was always a fantasy of mine, to do this to a young lady. How gracious of you to submit to it."

"Thank you Sir!" I yelled out, trying to be a good submissive to him. I mean, if this was his life's ambition, I was happy to be of service, despite the chafing. Kinky people are weird, and I love them!

"Let's try to peel these out, shall we?" He said as he began working my panty down and pulling them out from between my pussy lips and my ass crack. He got them out and off completely and dropped them to the floor. He grabbed a pillow from the bed and put it between my knees, which kept my legs spread slightly. He started spanking my completely bare bottom. I was very acutely aware of the anal/vaginal show I was putting on for him as he spanked me, especially as he did not hesitate to spread my cheeks widely to "get in there better."

I imagine this was Mr. Stevens' view...

He spanked inside my ass cleft adjacent my anus, and inside my high upper thighs, adjacent my pussy. He was "careless" with his fingertips, and allowed them to whip onto both my bottom hole and my vaginal lips. I bucked and writhed as his fingertips whipped my most sensitive girl flesh. He also did not hesitate to pull wide with one hand and spank directly onto my anal/vaginal area as well. This was a very raunchy spanking for Daddy's little girl! I was totally exposed to him, totally open to him. All the most closely guarded secrets of my womanhood, I no longer had any secrets from Mr. Stevens.

He wrapped his left hand around me, using it to compress my bottom cheeks together. He then used his right hand to give me a more traditional, by now very hard, lower cheek spanking. Again I audibly inhaled and exhaled forcefully as he intensified my spanking. I don't know if he wanted me to cry, or wanted me to beg, but I just wanted the intensity of the experience and just accepted it. David can make me cry with a well-earned spanking, but somehow not Alistair. I think it's more emotional with David, more physical with Alistair.

He backed off and said, "you can take quite a hard spanking, young lady." I thanked him for the compliment.

He put me off his knee and I thought we were done, but then he turned me and made me straddle his left knee. He was hoping to get me off this way, as he had learned from reading my blog, I supposed.

He spanked more gently and I tried writhing against his leg, but it just was not happening for me, and I just was not feeling it. I decided a little "topping from the bottom" was called for: "Excuse  me Alistair, it's not hitting quite right. Maybe if you put the Hitachi under me?"

"Delighted to," he said and leaned over and took it from the bedside table.

This version of the iconic vibrator is wireless rechargeable, and has more than sufficient power for even a girl like me. I keep it at low, in fact, and indicated that to Alistair as he tested it out.

He put it on his thigh, pushed it against me, and I hiked up a little, mounted it, and started grinding into it. I couldn't keep it just where I wanted, and it was too uncomfortable directly on it, so I used my right hand to grab it by the vibrating knob and push it into myself at just the right spot. This freed up Alistair so that he could spank me as I was grinding his knee and vibing my clit. Alistair started spanking more intensely as he noticed that the harder the smacks, the hotter I seemed to get. I started yelling out, in my throes, and when my orgasm was imminent I cried out, "Please Sir! May I come????"

He chucked and said, "you may" as he continued spanking me right into my orgasm, throughout my orgasm, and then went to soft strokes on the other side of my orgasm. I came very noisily and intensely straddling his knee like that, getting very, very, hard smacks to my ass. I barely noticed, except insofar as the hard spanking from the older gentleman got me off. I felt like such a little pain slut.

He raised me up from his knee and I turned and sat on his lap. I gave him a big kiss on his lips. One of my tits fell out and I just left it like that.

"Did you enjoy that?" Alistair asked me.

I was worried he thought it may be over (guys think that way), so I replied, "I did, but you know, physiologically, I'm capable of having at least three orgasms..."

"Oh, you are, are you?" he said with another chuckle. I seemed to do nothing but amuse him with my sexual responsiveness and complete sluttery throughout the experience. "I might have to punish you, though, for all your topping from the bottom."

"That's fair, Sir," I said, actually wanting more spanking.

"I think I'll give you a taste of the belt..."

Ooooooh. Did I want a belting from Mr. Stevens??? I rolled it around. Maybe yes, but maybe not too many strokes.

"How many strokes, Sir?" I asked him.

"How many do you deserve?"

"Why don't you think of a number, and I think of a number, and we'll both say our numbers on the count of three?"

"Ok"

"1... 2... 3!"

Him: 18

Me: 5

"Five?" he said incredulously, "I'll barely get started with five. Tell you what, well split the difference with 12."

I guess in my sexed up state "math" was not working well for me.

"Wait... isn't halfway more like 8?"

"No, 5 plus 18, divide by two, 11.5, rounds up to 12."

"Oh... yeah..." I'm normally good at numbers, I swear! What was I thinking with 5? Well, I was wanting a smaller number because based on how hard he used his hand on me, I was not sure I wanted a belting from him. So I thought 5 hard ones would be more than enough. Also, I suspected it might be a bit of a negotiation and thought he might go for 10 and we'd settle for 8. Maybe that's why the 8 was in my head? At any rate, "negotiation" was done.

"Lie face down on the bed and put a couple of pillows under your hips."

I did so. He came over and made a show of raising my slip, baring my bottom. I elevated my bottom submissively so he could slide my slip up higher. I settled back down and he went to my side.

"Look at me," he said.

I turned my head towards his side of the bed. By this point in the proceedings he had his suit jacket off (he never had a tie on to begin with). He slowly and deliberately unbuckled his belt and slid it out from around his waist, through the belt loops. He doubled it up and snapped it in the air. I was transfixed by the sight. I was scared! I was excited! Uncle Alistair was spanking me with his belt! Daddy was spanking me with his belt!! My old boss was spanking me with his belt!!! I was going to be belt whipped!!!!

He put his left knee up on the bed and rested his left hand on my lower back. He raised the belt and smacked it down across the fleshiest part of my ass cheeks. I appreciated that he did not wrap around at all, but that the stingy end fell directly on my ass cheek.

The first one was quite bearable. I wiggled in pleasure.

"Should I count, or will you?" I asked.

"I'll count in my head," he said.

The next stroke was a bit harder. I melted into it. Seeing my acceptance, he started ramping up the strength. The blows became harder and harder, but none as bad as all that I had made it out to be. I did not bother counting myself, and lost track, but it was soon over, with some very hard strikes thrown in the middle there, and hardest of all at the very end. I went back into my "Lamaze Breathing" during the worst of it, but enjoyed my strapping. Naughty girls who top from the bottom get the strap.

"Stay there," he commanded as he threw his belt down beside me and went to the bedside table where he pulled on a latex glove and got the lube. He came back to me with the vibrator. He switched it on and placed it between my legs. I immediately reached under and grabbed it and pushed it up against my pussy. He then lubed his finger and my bottom hole, and inserted his finger in.

"You're very tight," he told me. I know I am! And oh my gosh, I'm being finger fucked in my ass by a man literally the age of my father! The finger felt nice in there and I was starting to feel it. I thought he was being a bit aggressive with the "fucking" motion and asked him to please just hold it in there rather that moving it in and out and he complied right away. I'm not shy to say what I like! I crested towards my second orgasm with his finger lodged deeply up my ass. "Please my I cum!?" I asked him again.

"You may," he said, and I came for the second time.

"Three times, eh?" he asked.

"Yes Sir."

"Do you want the dildo in your pussy?" he asked.

"Yes please! Or you can use your finger," I decided on the spot.

He eschewed my dildo, changed gloves and used a bit more lube, and started exploring my pussy all over with his fingers. I again pushed the vibe up against my clit as he circled the entrance. Eventually he pushed his fingers in and curled them back to hit my G-Spot. Mmmmmm...

He spanked me with his free hand until I again worked myself up and had my third orgasm (after again asking for, and receiving, permission): a perfect trifecta!

As I was coming down from it he said, "you're insatiable" and slapped my bare ass. Oooh! "Stay there, I'll get the champagne to cool you down," he said.

I just lay there on the bed. He came back with the bottle of Champagne and gave it to me to have a swig. He also had a small towel and a baggie of ice. He used the towel to clean me up of lube and my own discharges. "Thank you," I said meekly as he cleaned me.

He lay there next to me and used the bag of ice to cool my butt. Mmmmmmm. I gave him back the bottle so he could have a swig as well. He looked like James Bond in his suit and swigging back a bottle of Dom Pérignon, idly playing with an almost naked and well-satisfied woman he had just conquered.

At one point some ice either fell out or he took it out and it got a bit cooler. He took pieces and rubbed them along my bumhole and pussy lips, and he stuck a little piece of ice up into my pussy. I melted it quickly! I reached back and rubbed my butt and it felt a bit raised and "leathery" almost?

We spent a bit of time just like that talking about the experience and various other interesting and sexy thoughts that came to us on the nature of men and women and dominance and submission, and some experiences of his and of mine. The time passed too fast and it became time for him to leave. I suddenly thought I should likely not leave him sexually frustrated.

"Would you like me to get you off somehow, or you can masturbate while I watch?" I asked him.

"No, no, that won't be necessary. Trust me, I'll be masturbating many many times thinking back on this," he said. "Besides, masturbating like that is something a bit submissive which I'm not at all feeling right now. Maybe if I jammed my cock down your throat?"

I opened my mouth in a big O.

"Boundaries, young lady!" he scolded me, came up to me, and gave me a kiss. I got up and the slip fell back into place. He gathered all of his stuff and headed to the door. We exchanged some more kisses and thanked each other for the experience.

"You're a wonderful submissive."

"Thank you! In what way?" I was curious what he liked most.

"How you accepted such a hard spanking, how sexually responsive you are, how you asked me permission to come..."

"Thank you, Sir," I said, feeling myself beaming, happy to have served.

"The room is about $1000, right?" he confirmed with me on the way out.

"yes sir".

"Here," he said, and passed me an envelope of cash. "That will cover plus a bit extra," he said.

I'm not a whore (oh perish the thought!), but I didn't mind taking a bit "extra". Tee hee!

When he left I opened the envelope. There was not only the $1000 to cover the room, there was an "extra" $3000!!!!! All in crisp $100 bills.

Holy shit! I guess I am a "high class" whore! It felt... good! But, I mean, holy shit!?!

I made good use of the lovely bathroom and had a nice long hot shower, and slowly, as if in a dream, got myself dressed and packed up and then said goodbye to my lovely suite.

Still feeling a bit "whoreish", I thought, "what the hell" and went right up to the reception, same lady still, and told her I'm checking out. Once again, she did not bat an eyelash, just checked me out, no questions asked. And was very pleasant. I left it on my credit card rather than handing her a wad of $100's, which might have been "too much", right?

So am I a "whore" now? Not legally, I suppose, as it was a gift, not an exchange. But somehow Alistair had whored me, right? I had accepted his gift, not insisted he take it back. Am I his sugar baby? It's messing with my head a little, in the right way. I find it sexy to be a whore. I have not told David about this part yet. Too embarrassed! He may read it here. Will I get a spanking for allowing myself to be a whore? I should probably be spanked by him anyways, to remind me to whom I belong.

What if Alistair wants to do it again? Even if nothing is said about money, I will now have an expectation of a gift, and it can't be otherwise. After my spanking will I spread my legs for him and consummate my whoredom? Or will I be a cheap whore, bend over, and welcome his cock into my ass? Just some idle thoughts...

So all in all, an amazing and terribly naughty experience for me. What do you guys think?