I said,unzipping my trousers. Did your mommy spank you? I asked, pulling down my boxers, my dick springing up. She cowered. Only sometimes. Did she sp...nk you for doing poos in the kitchen? I asked, and she nodded. Where are you supposed to poo? In my nappy. But not in the same room as her, ever. Even by accident. But you didnt do it by accident then did you? And she shook her head, so I took her to the wooden chair, lay her over my lap, and started spanking. I didnt want to hurt her, just scare. Her hand rested gently on mine as if saying, "Hold up. I sure enjoy this. but it shouldn't happen." For a brief moment I paused. With this pause, her body relaxed, but her delicate hand remained. A co-worker popped his head in my office. We exchanged pleasantries for a few minutes. Her hand fell away. Even before the interloper left I began once again the delicious climb of the stairs to heaven. This time I encountered no resistance. When I neared the summit of my climb, I slowed to "smell the. Those two days passed slowly for Kay, she had committed her body to a man she really didn’t know, to have it whipped, caned and abused, for his sexual pleasure as much as hers. Oh, she knew she could, just not appear at the café, or just simply vanish from the web, as he like her, didn’t know any address, but that would be too easy wouldn’t it… and in her heart of hearts, she knew this was an adventure she owed herself, if only to make up for the lost years and the wasted marriage… and…and…she. Now, Philip, you know we've taught you that violence is never the solution to anything." Yes, but, what Billy said," I blurted out.Grandma cocked her head. "What did he say?"I looked away, unwilling to meet her gaze. When Grandma gets determined about something, you don't want to try to face her down. You'd have a better chance facing down a Mack truck."Come on, Philip." He said she was a whore with tits the size of beach balls," I said in a rush. I felt my face grow hot. "And he said all her.