“Ask for it.” He demanded.

I wanted it.

“Please. I need to hear the crack of your hand on my… my a — s — s.”

He told me to turn slightly and lie-down next to the full length mirror, so I could take in all the action.

His right palm caressed my —

smooth,

curved,

plump,

left cheek.

Then in a flash, raised and came down with a crack on the middle of my butt. I watched my reflection and was astounded to see the flesh wobble with the impact.

As he lifted his hand again, I struggled to think of ever having been in the position of actually seeing myself receive a thrashing!

It thrilled me.

I glanced up and saw intent in his dark brown eyes as the swipes alternated rhythmically from cheek to cheek and became harder.

The heat from my bottom radiated as I closed my eyes — like a camera shutter — and took a memory snap of the scene. Not for the family album.

The above story happened about 7 years ago…

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