” Crack! Crack! “Makaela do I tolerate any rudeness?” “No Mommy.” Crack! Crack! “Let me ask you again DO I tolerate rudeness?” ...��No mommy you don’t tolerate rudeness.” This time I saw step mommy bring that wicked belt down harder than before. Crack! Crack! “Owwwieee!” Step-mommy then turned to me and said “Do you see honey? She needs to understand why she is being spanked she has to realize what she did wrong, sincerely apologize thus showing she knows she fully deserves to be. It’s certainly hot enough,” I said, placing my own hand to cunt. “I suppose if we’re playing Open as You Can, I’d better take the next round.”I looked at Morgan as I began speaking. I hoped he would still value me when I was done. “The truth is that the thought of mating Lucinda excites me. It excites her too. She told me that if I were sure I wanted it, she would mate me.“Neither of us is sure what would happen. I’m sure I could destroy her, but the thought of being consumed, of that ultimate. Seeing her on her knees before me with my eight inches of cock in her face became permanently etched into my brain. From then on I knew who and what my partners would be.Recently we hired a local babysitter for our son. Her name was Betty (“Bet” for short) and she was a graduate student at the university. At 4’10” I towered over her. During the day she would wear a bikini out at the pool. The tiny bikini clearly showed how flat her stomach was. The top barely fitting her firm “B” cups.. "Stop it you" "Or what?" I said. She gazed at me straight in the eye. I knew what. "Where are we going?" I asked. "Let's go somewhere quiet, away from her and everyone else, so we can sort this out." We talked as I drove. We were both scared of this getting out. We decided that we would now meet in hotel suites and tell her it was still off. "I've missed you" she said. "Every time's been unbelievable." "I know" I said. "I haven't stopped thinking about you." As I started to think about it all.