Hot sexual spank story

Even though I am a twenty-eight-year-old woman, I still love to be treated like a naughty little girl. This is because when I was a teenager, my teacher at school used to paddle my bottom when I was bad in class. He was a strong, tall man with big hands and a masculine build. I went to a strict school for bad girls to be trained into behaving better. Every time this teacher would bend me over my desk and paddle my backside, I would find myself looking forward to the light stinging as my ass would get covered in red marks.

When you sleep around a lot you get used to the same old sex, the same types of men, the same types of women and the same type of vanilla sex. However, one night the vanilla sex was turned upside down for me when I met a man who thrilled me like never before. I was leaving my workplace and he was coming in for a meeting with someone, we met in the elevator, glancing at one another. If we had of been alone I would have asked for his number straightaway but there were too many people in there with us.

Like getting kissed one moment and being spanked the very next, Michael took me out to a lobster dinner that night, then hurried home to one of his stupid basketball games. Deciding I was too full and aroused to be angry—I really love lobster—I sat in my favorite position, between his legs, with my cheek resting on his thigh. I pretended he knew I was there. Playing with the cuff of his pants, thinking of our adventures the night before and how wonderful he looked, I snuck a peek at his craggy face.

Mia paced nervously across her living room, narrowly avoiding the corner of her coffee table with each turn back and forth. She was excited and nervous. She stopped and looked at the clock on the mantle of the fireplace. This was not the first time she asked herself this question. Each attempt to understand herself only made her more nervous and anxious.