Callum didn't show his face until lunchtime and we met in the kitchen where I was fixing myself a soda bread sandwich and he was looking hopefully in ...he fridge for breakfast. I saw him glance at my sandwich admiringly and smiled and said, 'Can I make you one?'. I could tell he wanted one. 'Okay, take a seat and I'll fix you one up.'Now, at this stage I should say I was very sensibly dressed. It was a cool summer day with a bit of fierce breeze, so I need my roll-neck jumper and linen trousers. They all had yellow change of address stickers on them. Sheila Johnson? What a screw up someone made. I looked closer. They have my apartment number on the label. Damn. Out of the shower, still drying off, naked, I stood in front of the open fridge looking for something to eat for breakfast. It was pretty empty in there. The cold air against my bare skin feels great. For a moment, my nipples agree. As I rub a finger idly over my pussy, I realize I probably need to go to the grocery store later.. So I decided to wait till we got home.Pulling into the driveway, I felt like I was going to explode. My dick had been hard or nearly hard for the last 10 hours, making the drive unbearable. My underwear was saturated, I'm glad we drove the whole way with the windows down (it was a nice day on Jan 2). I could even see a wet spot on my loose jeans covering most of my thighs, and my entire right knee.My pouch was as big as it had ever been, it looked like a little pot belly. Instead of squishy. I positioned myself and presented my bottom and waited for the first smack from his big strong hand, and when it came the room echoed with the lovely sound of hard hand meeting soft female flesh. Soon the sound filled the room with smack smack smack, and my soft wimpering, as a steady rain of smacks met my upturned and unprotected bottom. I began to squirm around and Mr C was having trouble holding on to me so he stop for a minute to take both my hands and hold them in the small of my back,.