“What made you like being spanked?”"In one sense I'm not sure but I know what made me think about it. When I was sixteen my parents bought me a PC... Sometime after that, someone in a chat room alluded to adults being spanked and enjoying it. I didn't want to appear ignorant or find I'd got the wrong end of the stick so I ignored the comment and after I left the room I googled the phrase. Wow!" Wow indeed! I googled it myself last night!" Had you never before?"I shook my head. "I didn't realise. ” “But I thought you wanted this,” I stammered. “This was our fantasy.” “Yes… exactly… a fantasy. I never expected it to become a reality. And now that it has, you want more and more. It’s like I’ve created a fucking slut-monster in you.” Wounded, I shrank back against his accusations. “I can stop.” He just shook his head. “I feel like I can’t trust you anymore. Every time you leave the apartment, I keep wondering what you’re going to do next. Even though you say you can stop now… how can I. You know, we were already drunk and so this idiot behavior came because of that. In my attempt, I held her hand, which she didn’t resist.I pretended to sleep on her shoulders just to get a glimpse of her cleavage as she was wearing a revealing top that night. I got to see a full valley view! Damn! I had my boner up in no time. She noticed it and to my surprise, asked me whether it was ok if we hugged each other as she needed one right then. Well, it was more than ok for me at that time.We. That was just a warm up, heassured. I nodded. He left me there, leading a ravishedKamilla away by the arm towards Martha. I stood therewith mixed feelings. On the one hand I was pleased to have discovered mywife and been right about her, on the other I was angryand frustrated by the turn of events. Having her stripeven a bit not only for the camera, but in front of aroom of strangers was both a turn on – my dick was rockhard in my pants at the thought – and disgusted. I wasalso.