She sat down in the living room and read the note and then said to me, "Well, Clyde. I see that you have been a naughty boy and deserve another spank...ng. Take off all of your clothes and then stand next to me for the first part of your spanking!" I couldn't believe that this was happening all over again for me. Also, Mary was about to spank me and my wife wasn't even present. I didn't want to get into more trouble with Mary, so I took off my clothes and was soon standing naked next to. She wore it, as it was, no cleaning, to get more atmosphere.The cab pulled in front of the "Bates Motel". There were no lights. The darkness was so complete you could almost feel the texture. There was an ominous sense of threat in the cold, blustery night.The cab driver said "Ladies, you sure this is the right place?"Miranda answered, "Fuck, yeah! Just let us off."They looked at the somber building, quiet for a moment. Approaching the front door they looked at each other, a question in their. Then he began to spank her again. Harder. The slaps fell in a slow, painful rhythm. Slap. Slap. Slap. Tears stung her eyes. She felt dizzy, and the slaps loosened her grip on her anger, broke it. She surrendered herself to the spanking, and as she did she felt how the force of each slap reached her clit, which was pressed against his thigh. Her buttocks was burning and tingling, but her clit was buzzing and on fire. He stopped again, and this time two fingers slid into her easily. A sigh. Between making trips to the bathroom and drinking over half the bottle of Fireball, it was soon after 2:00 AM. We made our way to turn out the room lights leaving the sheer curtain open as we got into the bed in the dark. Instead of falling off to sleep quickly, I was still stroking myself and could now see Jason playing with himself. The neon and street lights from the window made the room brightly illuminated. In one sense, it was awkward laying a foot away from another man clad only in my.