‘I just thought it might make things right, Debbie. And anyway, you’ve also told me on more than one occasion that I deserve a good spanking.’De...bie was quiet after that. She had said it to me before, especially when I did something particularly annoying. But never seriously, unfortunately. I’d happily submit to a bit of maternal discipline from my wife – or from my mother-in-law for that matter! Each time Debbie mentioned spanking me, I’d felt my cock growing harder. It wasn’t something I’d. Like I said earlier, I like an audience.But one guy, this time, called me a tease. He wasn't very kind and called me a few other things too. Normally, I'd ignore and block him but I felt "frisky" and got my online courage. We sparred for a few minutes. Then he got really graphic on how he would fuck me so hard and make me beg for him to stop. I got aroused. I never had anyone be so descriptive. I could see the picture he was painting in my mind. I got hard and started playing with myself. I. ”“Shira’s surprisingly interested,” I remembered. “She’s got a MILF fetish. But maybe it’s a racial thing.”She laughed, and I heard Helena laugh behind us.“Then you haven’t paid attention to at least a quarter of her artwork,” Helena pointed out.I chuckled, remembering two of the more sensual figures in her art, a man and a woman, both clearly African in their heritage. It would be surprising, knowing Nicky’s horny nature, if the models hadn’t been her lovers.“I imagine Nicky must have eyed. "But how would I be able to come Mistress?" I asked."You'll just have to reach down and rub it like a big clit Kellie. After all that's what you really want, isn't it?" she responded.I was about to come form all this when she pulled her hands away and left me panting.She returned with the blindfold, a whip, and a hardwood paddle. I new what was coming. When the blindfold was secure Mistress Lynn told me she was upset that I still had a hard on."I can't tuck it away like that, now can I," she.