" “What do you mean real spankings?” “Not the fun OTK spankings we give each other but a spanking with a strap, hairbrush or paddle that leaves ...our ass red and tears running down your face." Deb was right, I could not recall ever receiving a spanking of that nature and decided right then it was time to set things right. “You’re right Deb,” I answered in respectful tone. “I think you should punish me.” What had I just done, I thought. She stared at me for about thirty seconds without speaking. [It took a few hours, but I discovered that about ten years ago, all but two countries on this Earth had standardized on a date format of "day month year" (e.g., my birthday was now the 9th of November) rather than the widely varying mishmash used in every other dimension I'd been in. That was the geographically largest dimensional difference I'd personally encountered, although I'd heard grapevine stories of bigger variances. This autobiography will stick with its usual format.]I stood up and. I released her nipple and looked at her face. I could tell that she was pleased with what I was doing and I continued with what I had in mind. I dropped to my knees in front of her and started kissing her belly. Flicking my tongue across her belly button and hearing her chuckle as it tickled her. By now I am running my hands up and down her legs, around to her ass, and then in between legs. I can tell that she is excited and wanting me again, because she was. The wine was flowing and everyone was giggling and enjoying our treat, but I had to settle for washing it down with ice water. It was still lots of fun. There was even a mini food fight at our table, as Suzy and Laurie smeared frosting on each other’s face. Suzy seemed to get the better of my dark-haired friend, dabbing some chocolate on her nose and getting a little too much whipped cream in her eye, temporarily blinding her. It it was a bit out of character for the normally reserved redhead,.