Naked. And completely hers, as long as she sang. And sing she did, a different song, as if she had gotten what she wanted, and was calling something o... someone else to her now. It was a gentle chant, rhythmic, and I started to recognize it. I’d heard it many nights, when I crept out to listen to the circles of women who gathered and danced outside their villages in the moonlight. She was calling the goddess to her. It never worked for those circles of women, but I thought it just might work for. Indeed, all through my life, the spanking of females has held me enthralled for reasons that I am completely unable to rationalise or explain.My dear readers of Stories Online, I hope that at least some of you share my sexual proclivities, and that you enjoy my stories.Comments and emails are, of course, always welcome.StoryI first met my wife, Sally Trubshawe, as she then was, in the late 1960's. She was teaching gymnastics and geography at a small but select girls' boarding school in the. I myself came a little just watching this. Over the next few minutes I see her a sweaty mess, they start tender kissing and Frederick is doing nothing to remove himself. Still holding balls deep and doing a complete drain out. They stayed locked together kissing for a long time. I leave and return with a mug of hot coffee and just sit to watch them locked together from the side. About the time I'm nearing the mugs bottom Frederick finally rolls off her. With that Mare rolls on top of him. The Marine Corps' green, he knew. Even the Civil Service grey he knew.Butternut, on the other hand...Standing in front of Toddy stood what appeared to be General Robert E. Lee, Confederate States of America, correct right on down to buttons and sword."You do look remarkably like him with that salt-and-pepper beard, Alex," one of the ship's officers was assuring Lieutenant Payne. "Is that resemblance a gift of your genetic heritage, or a miracle of the medical tubes?" The General is a distant.