"Good Dolly, now smell them Dolly smell their aroma, Mister Arnold couldhear the boy give a soft gasp then heard him breathing deeply,"Isn't that nice...Dolly?" Yss Mister Arnold." Peter's voice was quivering."What do they smell of Dolly?" The reply was immediate."Mummy." What do you mean Dolly?" Mister Arnold's voice was soft a gentle caressin the boy's ear."Mummy's perfume." Yes and what else Dolly?"Peter was miles away thinking of the vision of that morning."Mummy's umm, mummy's." Go on Dolly,. Actually they had done more than think, for the past year they had been trying for another child. But at forty-three, she was beginning to wonder if perhaps she had not traded the large family she had always wanted as a young girl for the stability bought by her almost two decade long career that had delayed her first pregnancy until her forties. Of course she was certain that she could find some charity that would be grateful for a few hours of service each week, but the only thing that. But instead, "I've been busy." I meekly offered. She looked at me hard and nodded."Okay, Will, you wanna be an asshole, you be an asshole, I don['t have to deal with it." She said quietly, standing up and making to leave the room. I couldn't let her go feeling that way about me! Not knowing what else to do, I stood and grabbed her by the shoulders."What the fuck-" that's all she got out before I pressed my lips against hers. She immediately fell into the kiss, her lips soft and pliant. It broke. Ever been spanked?” “Only by guys who weren’t really into it, didn’t do it hard enough – I think. I hope I like it, I’ve fantasized about it enough. I want to be spanked ‘til I cry.” “Oh, we’re both lucky tonight.” Ginning, he discarded the ice pack and kissed her, long and deep wrapping her in his arms. Puckbunii kissed back, holding her hockey player tight. Her first Canadian hockey player and her first real spanking. Would it be as good as she hoped? The kissing was great. Dampness seeped.