She lay back on her pillow trying to re-savor her erotic dream, but it was gone. She was still horny. Very horny. She called this her “slut horny�...�, when she was consumed with nothing but the thought of sex. Sure, they had made love that night when he returned from his trip, but it was sex for him, to please him. He controlled the pace and the climax, not her. She was satisfied, as she always was, but it left her wanting more. She wanted ‘scream out loud’ sex. The kind that produce those. ”“Don’t look,” she said. “I’m going to put my pajamas on.”Doug half complied with her request. She pulled off her clothes, put on loosely fitting pajamas, and lay down on the futon beside Jason -- who was now snoring. Doug pulled off his blue jeans and shirt and curled up with her, cradling one of her breasts in his hand.“Doug, we can’t do this.” But she felt desire, a familiar ache radiating through her crotch. It had been a week since she had sex.“Sure we can.”She looked at Jason. He was. "Round two began the same way round one ended. I scored some pretty good shots to her body, but they appeared to have no effect. I wish I could say the same for hers. About halfway through the round, I made a mistake and found myself trapped in the corner. She unloaded with both hands to my body, as I covered my head and tried to slip away. The pain in my sides was intense, but after I blocked one of her punches, I was able to hook her arm in mine and spin away. I saw a smile flash across her. She also saw a pedestrian on the far side of the road gawking at her with her mouth open, which was also a clear indication that Kathy had done something wrong. As the spanks continued to land, she was still trying to work out what she had done wrong, but then, as her bottom started to sting, her mind drifted to the sense of arousal that she always got when her bottom was spanked. Instead of thinking about driving, she reflected on how being bent across her lover's lap having her bottom.