Um… Yeah, Sis, I’m cool with it.” She laughed and kissed me on the forehead. She had kissed me before, but this time I got a tingle down my spi...e. I don’t know why; it wasn’t like she kissed me on the lips or anything. I tried not to let it dwell on my mind, but when I went to bed that night, I started thinking about the friends she had introduced my family and me to over the years. Were they really just friends? Or were they girlfriends? When I closed my eyes, I started thinking about how she. The woman's calm voice instructed: "Lie down please." He did so, and he felt his arms being tugged over his head, and then similar restraints with a spreader bar placed around his ankles. Both were fastened firmly, stretching him wide open on the floor. Then, the blindfold was removed. It didn't matter: it was still pitch black.He started to feel mounting panic. He silently repeated his "safe word" to himself. It was fine. It was fine. They'd let him up as soon as he liked. Just keep calm.The. It was headlights, and the engine sounded like the Jeep. She didn’t relax, though, until she heard the engine chug and cut off. The headlights, no longer shining in the windows, were off a moment later. Dan was back, and, if he was back alone, he was uninjured. There was only one set of footsteps on the gravel going towards the back door whenever the distant thunder didn’t cover the crunch.The evening had been great -- until the call came for him. His gentle but so-thorough love making would. It was strange I wanted to be, and strange that my 45-year-old girlfriend come lover enjoyed spanking me. Sharon eventually said, “The One Strike rule will run for five more days, Ruth, as a lesson.” That stopped my daydreaming. I sobbed. Five more days. Could I possibly go five more days without earning a spanking? Well I would try. Very hard. At least it didn’t affect us sleeping together. Whether she spanked me or not we always slept together now. Whether I was good or bad. I know she wanted.