“I’m so sorry,” I quickly apologized on the verge of tears as I crouched to pick up my things. “That was very clumsy of me.”“Oh, no,” he...replied, setting down the empty cup to help me. “I wasn’t watching where I was going. I should have been paying more attention.”Our eyes met and he smiled. I smiled back and said, “Thank you, kind sir.”We both stood up, each of us clutching the handle of my purse, our eyes still focused on each other. I noticed that he was much taller than me and somewhat. It was Friday about 10am and I had been stretched out on the lawn chair for the last hour. The sweat formed beads of water on my brow and my body shimmered with a fine sheen of perspiration. I had on a pair of dark sun glasses to shade my eyes from the glare and a tiny two piece white bikini which suited my tanned skin to perfection. I have never owned anything so revealing before and my father would have probably have burnt it had he known but it was that knowledge alone that had been enough. In reality, I never had a true spanking until my Daddy. My parents, now dead, never really punished me, and the few self-induced times I did while masturbating fell so short of how you do it. And now, not just your hand, but a brush and a paddle for you to use on me.There I go again, more dripping out.The first spank comes, one on each cheek. Remember how my Daddy counts spanks.Then the second and third, your fingers buffing my clit as you do.I start cumming again. And might as well say now, by. Gay Guy, and boy was she ever shocked when I toldher I'd even got some as a gay man! I surprised her further when I toldher I'd tried out being black; a big black man. But it didn't surpriseher when I explained I couldn't handle it; especially after whathappened in Harlem. She asked how we ended up as bodybuilders and Jackstarted doing more of the talking."That was my idea, I'm afraid" he explained. "I went out and bought amuscle magazine after some gay guy came onto me at a gym!" he.