He’d taken his own time, leaving her waiting for ten minutes, he wasn’t sure. He got out of the restaurant and casually looked down the street and...didn’t see her. He slowly turned and looked the other way. There she was standing in a doorway, waving at him. “Come my dear,” he said leading her to the curb and then hailing a cab. She was more excited than she could believe wondering if he would really spank her, something no man had ever done and wondering if he really would be in charge. They. My eyes glistened looking into his eyes, submit to me. I shook my head, which was responded by a deep feral growl. Your hands turned me around and started slapping my arse over and over again. The pain got worse with each spank. I could feel it going red with the blood rushing to it. I lost count after ten on each cheek. My face was covered in tears as I silently begged for the pain to stop. It was as if you heard my prayer: your hands then pulled my arse to your clothed covered crotch making. When you see men in speedos on the beach they're posing, old men in speedos is worse, I think it was a corporate Ford idea that “if you've got it, flaunt it, if you haven't flaunt it more." If you swim everyday you either have baggy shorts that take a couple of days to dry, bleach and fall apart unless you wash them after every swim, or you wear speedos, they’re dry in an hour or so, aren't damaged by chlorinated water, have no drag in the water and as I wasn’t in bad shape (flaunting it more). ." Well, sometime between when we finished with Dr. Montero and got home from shopping, she had been to my parent's house. They, of course, asked her what was going on with me so she offered to show them. Mom says the Doctor went out to her car and got the helmet and that electronic box she uses and brought them in and volunteered to show them how it works. Now, Daddy was interested from the get-go as he is balding. So she set it up and put him in it for about five minutes and then did the same.