“Did you get my lilies, by the way? I sent them last Saturday.”She arched a pencil-enhanced brow.“Yes, dear. Only I would have preferred your pr...sence to that of a bunch of flowers, however lovely they may have been.”God. Who talks like that? She’d been an English teacher for almost thirty years and I’d spent my childhood being reprimanded for saying ‘me and Charlie’ rather than ‘Charlie and I’.“Where’s Dad?” I asked breezily.“Your guess is as good as mine. If you see him, tell him I need to. Anyway your first experience will last at most an hour, just long enough so you can see how you feel about it. And of course it is much too far for me to come to spend just an hour with you!"The other problem is that although I would love to try doing it with you, I don't actually have any real life experience in BDSM myself, so I wouldn't be any better at doing it than Mike would be. And it would be a shame for you to be put off the scene by Mike or my ineptitude."But yes, I want you to. As I was afraid of any pain and did not see the point of it all Petra!In my mind for long time I connected bare-ass spanking over the knee with very humiliating punishmentI gave in after his lectures about pleasures it causes and he made me so very horny I tried one timeNice way to turn-on from embarrassment being bare bottom up and hit hard, as his caresses are so sexy!Naughty I felt more after than before his spanking and caressing me, to come so hard bent over his lapEven now I often think. My mind races. I'll never get changed in time. My mum had given Glen, our delivery guy, a spare key for if she's not home. He'll be inside in seconds! Thinking quickly I snatch a thick woolen robe from my room on my way downstairs. I just finish tying on the robe as the front door opens. A messy mop of red hair hovers in above a cardboard box. "Hey Glen. What's in the box?" I pipe cheerfully. Glen always puts me in a good mood. "Just some trinkets your mum bought online. And anyway what are you.