"Henry, just make me come a few times and I'll let you get to work," she said."But Amy," I said, trying to resist the effect of Susan's body grinding ...gainst me."Amy doesn't know," she said in a teasing voice, "and all I'm asking you to do is finger me." I can't," I blurted out. She took a step forward and we fell backward on the couch. She was on top of me, kissing me, and I knew I was going to lose any moral battle within minutes. "Please," I said, and she stopped. Susan sat up next to me,. Several times.Fast forward all those years and just a few months ago he'd seen her again on a fetish social site. They had both been away from the kink scene for years, but had arrived back at almost the same time. But, this time around she was very confidently declaring herself a Domme. Seeing that profile picture of her, and the word Domme next to her name had sent his head into a spin and heated him up so quickly he'd had to jump straight into the pool.He lived in Cape Town, and she was a. Did my grandmother go through this? Did my great-grandmother?Great-aunt Adelia once told my mom that my Dad should give her a good spanking when she needed it - that it would do her good. Mom boiled under her collar but said nothing. Husband/wife spankings were history in our family, but the tales of them weren't quite out of living memory.We were about to re-start an old, almost-forgotten tradition. Aunt Addie was right, bless her soul. It would do me good.Obediently, I turned and walked. ‘They’re coming over!’ Angela whispered urgently. ‘Okay, I’ll handle this.’ It could have been California, the sun, golden sands, temperature, and beach hunks wearing their beach hunk clothes. It was so much like home, except for the little differences. The sunlight wasn’t the same, Fuerteventura had little road traffic and was wonderfully unpolluted. The boys and girls were different too – different attitudes, different mannerisms. Also, Fuerteventura was a very windy island, although Caleta.