"No."He took his hand away. "Are you sure?" I'm sure." Well then, thank you," he said, standing.I watched him go. My body scolded me.The last time he ...poke to me was after graduation. Most everyone had gone home. I didn’t have many visitors but the last person I expected was Michael Baptiste.I don’t think I even said hello. My body went from calm to heated in record time."Invite me in?” he said. I stepped aside. He closed the door behind him. "Are you a lesbian?" What? No." Good," he said. I could feel her soft skin true her thin summer dress, my thumbs were resting on the inside of her thighs, very close to her panties. I wanted to move them up and touch her pussy but I did not dare.She rested her hands on mine, this seemed very innocence, she started rubbing the top of my hands just like any mother would, but I new she had something different in mind. She looked over at my husband, he was minding the road. As she rubbed my hands she move them up her thighs just a little. I. At the last hit, it's been 20 all together and it's the hardest by far. I moan and scream as the impact hits me. I kneel there waiting for the next blow, my face almost as red as my ass from embarrassment that I moaned so loudly from just being spanked. You come around and untie me, kissing my forehead and rubbing my ass. "Are you okay?" I just nod and smile. "Good girl. Now stand over there." You point to a wall. I get up and walk towards the wall, my ass cherry red, burning and completely. The day was sunny and very hot, and the landscape was beautiful. We arrived at the place, parked the car, grabbed our stuff, and began our walk. It was a mild climb, so it was not going to be so demanding. We went uphill for almost two hours until we reached a peak with an amazing view. There we could see a nice valley on one side and the ocean on the other.We unpacked some sandwiches, ate, talked, and then went to a kind of cave Matt had discovered with some friends years ago. The good thing.