I was wanting to be spanked by an older man. Not a severe spanking, but one that would leave my ass red. And to have a feeling of shame, embarrassment... guilt and being exposed to another man, a complete stranger, in such a naughty way.I signed up to a gay spanking fetish website, and after some time, I finally met an older gentleman that was interested in helping me with my fantasy. In my website profile, I included that I have been secretly wearing my wife’s lingerie for the past several. The feeling of fullness keeps me thinking about Sir. It’s a constant reminder of him, as I go about the office. The time ticks by slowly because I thinking about seeing him later. His text sounded as though he might be angry with me. The thought of that almost makes me cry. I think back to how I treated the janitor and maybe I was too harsh with him. It’s not like I meant to be, I was just startled and ashamed of being caught.I finally sit down for lunch. The plug presses inside me, rubbing. Gloria was a cartoonish space ship. “Whoever talked to her it wasn’t Al.”She changed channels and called the Ranger station on Fornax Hub and told them that there was something strange going on and she forwarded them the recorded transmission and her explanations. Then she opened the channel to whoever it was and said. “I know you are not Al, and I have alerted the Rangers. Whoever you are you are in trouble Mister.”“How unfortunate for you then, I must kill you then before your message reaches. I looked up at her completely naked body and realised I couldn’t, or shouldn’t stand up as I was pitching, so, still knelt over, I asked her if she was okay to take it from here. ‘Would you mind lowering me into the bath?’ Now to do this I had decided not only would she undoubtedly see me sporting wood, but that she would need to hold the bath with her good arm, allowing me to see the treasure between her legs I had dreamt of in the past. She put her good leg in the bath and instinctively moved.