He spoke softly. "I was going to make your first spanking a nice, long, comfortable otk, first on your panties, then when I got you warmed up, some ge...tle, bare strokes." At this point his words were lulling me, exciting me, purring straight to my pussy, making it wet, but then he went on "But I will not have you disobeying and calling the shots all weekend. You wanted a Dom, this is what a Dom is. I'm in charge. We aren't online. You can't get up and walk away if you don't like what I said or. “Do you want to fuck her?” she asked.The question took me by surprise. It was by far the most direct Lily had ever been with me. It also wasn’t clear whether she was referring to Wanda, or talking about herself in the third person.I plumped for honesty. “Mainly I just imagine myself touching her,” I said.“Are you sure?” Lily said, her hand working again, charcoal scratching. “You should really consider fucking her. I’m sure she’d like it.”Wanda or Lily? How could I know? What I did know was. She was peeing, coming uncontrollably, and sobbing with embarrassment. “Dear Marie, first I must spank you again, as I promised,” I said, “then we will have to see what other surprises await us.” I pulled off my own clothes to avoid getting them wet and grabbed a nearby hair brush. I quickly reinstated her position across my lap and began to spank her harder and harder with the brush. The gushing and coming continued almost nonstop, as did the sobbing. When my pace would slow slightly, Marie. She wasn't beautiful in an artificial way, but she carried her tall figure with amazing grace. She had a body of a runner and she looked dazzling in her long black dress. She was about 15 years older than me, in her late 30's, but I had always gotten along really well with people older than me.I chuckled silently at the contrast we must've made since I never wore makeup, never dressed up and her breasts dwarfed mine. They weren't extraordinarily large, especially for someone her height, but.