“Let me demonstrate what I think could be helpful for you. First is this old riding crop.”Then I felt her hit me on my upper thighs and on my exp...sed penis and balls. “It is good to keep his attention while you are spanking him. Another one is this old large wooden paddle with holes in it. This one was used in the old school house.” She gave my poor exposed bare bottom several whacks with it. The paddle really stung a lot.She proceeded to demonstrate all of the paddles and other assorted. She stared at the history on Internet Explorer and didnt know what to do. What was this site her husband had been going to? She clicked on the link, http://stories.xnxx.com, and went to the last story he had been reading. Erotic fiction, she mused to herself, At least its not pornography. The thought of her husband looking at porn disgusted her. She didnt want to even think that another naked woman might get him off. She started reading the last story he had read and was shocked by its. And I kept wanking. After a few minutes I had to stiffle my groans, but to no avail. "Dad? You okay in there." Tara shouted up to me. Shit, she was coming up the stairs. I couldn't stop now."Errrrr...yeah *moan* I'm just drying myself *heavy breathing."She was at the top of the stairs. I still couldn't stop. "What did you say?" She asked.She tried the handle...the door was unlocked.Before I had timeto lock it, I grabbed a towel and pretended to be drying my hair.She opened the door "Dad?"I. I crawled up behind her and wrapped my arms around her, pressing her lean, warm, supple body against me, the lovely smell of hair reaching my nose as I kissed her slender neck. I felt her tense up, almost unnoticeably, "What's wrong honey?" I asked her. She didn't reply, in stead she pressed her hips back ever so subtle, pressing her firm, pajama clad behind against my groin. At that age, it only took so much as a breeze to get me started and I realized that very soon, she was going to feel.