Night, night lover." In my dreams gorgeous; in my dreams!" I replied just before the line went dead.A little background would probably help the reader...at this point.Sally was ... well, a year my junior, we'd grown up together; Sally had been my neighbour from across the street as far back as I could ever remember. As had her deceased husband Bill Parsons. But Bill didn't live across the street; he lived in the house next door to mine, on the north side of my parents place. Bill and I had been. He wore only his pyjama shorts, his discarded jacket was still next to me on the bed. It had been quite a night of lovemaking. David was staring intently at the screen, looking occasionally at me but I kept my eyes half closed, wanting to delay him knowing I was fully awake because that would mean he and I going to his Mothers room for the spanking I promised to give her. I was looking forward to taking my Mother in Law across my lap and wanted to savour the moment. I did think David was. "Why so gloomy?" she cried out to the bull in the neighboring pasture, who merely scowled back at her. She well remembered the time she had tried to saddle and ride him, and found herself thrown onto her bottom. Fortunately, there was plenty of it to absorb the shock.She came to an old wooden fence and an idea struck her. Years ago, when Pappy was alive, she had gone to the circus with him, and admired the tightrope walkers. It was not a skill she expected she could master-- they were such thin. When he put his other hand on the small of my back to hold me down it sent a wave of fear through me that I really was doing this. I really was lying here, having my first hard real spanking.Each time, just after I felt like I might need him to stop, like I might need to source out a safe word, the wave passed from ‘Ouch’ to ‘More’. I continued to lie there, taking my sharp inhalations of breath and letting them out slowly, regaining my inner strength to take another hard intense strike.After.