Absolutely stunning. She wore a skimpy black halter dress, with a veryshort hem line. Sheer black nylons, and four inch, strap on pumps. Herhair wa... done up in a wild manor, spilling over her shoulders and back.And then there were those beautiful eyes again. We sat at a booth, bought some drinks, and I was about to let her haveit once and for all when she interrupted my rehearsed speech."Listen up..." she started. "I doubt you remember much from that firstnight, you were pretty hammered. . I can't remember what I did in school, and he decided to punish me by spanking me. He ordered me to go to his lap and bend over, which I refused. He grabbed me by the hair and threw me on his lap. He pulled down my shorts and underwear, then began spanking me really hard. I was screaming and crying, and he made me beg him ,"please stop daddy, I promise I will do whatever you say.", over and over. He finally stopped, and I was bent over on his lap, with my ass sore, and him rubbing and groping. Her teeth lightly nipping then tongue smoothing over the slight pain. She had always had the knack for knowing how to turn my nipples into an erogenous zone.My hands were not idle all this time, her blouse was falling off her shoulders, and her bra was loose. My hands soon had her naked on top. My fingers lightly pinching her nipples, rolling them back and forth in a loving way.She had started to move down on me, now concentrating on my pants. I was still playing with her breasts, feeling their. "My parents were cracking up."Musclehead's my favorite term of endearment," Sheila told them with a grin. "He's a born romantic, isn't he?" You want romance? Come sit on my lap and I'll nibble on your earlobe." Swoon!" she said. My parents were still cracking up. "You just be nice to me or I won't take you to the Olympics." You have to make the Olympics first, Miss Overconfident." Oh, I'm going to," she declared. "It didn't count, because it wasn't in a meet-but at training this week I went.