She was back to the tight jeans that she had worn when she and Phil first set eyes on each other two nights previously and she wondered whether to bot...er about wearing any knickers but decided that they might be a good idea for after the event. She was not wearing a bra although it was her rear end that was likely to be getting most of the attention.On her arrival in the office, the two of them met in a long lingering kiss and Phil put his hands to her substantial backside and squeezed her. I’m a pretty good cook, so I suggested that we skip all the BS and have dinner at my place. Megan tentatively accepted the invitation, not knowing if I was all I seemed to be.We walk back to my place, making quiet conversation I rented the top floor of and old mansion in a nice area, which obviously impressed her. She was doing the best she could in an over-price flat in a not-so-great area of her city.When we got settled I opened a bottle of wine and got started in the kitchen. With the. There was darkness all around and there before me was my bride. We were not in our living room. I was lying on our bed and she was hunched over me. She was not working on milking the last few drops from my cock with her lips. I had my boxers on and she was holding onto something else. I was more than a little confused. Out of the blue, like some sort of sordid nightmare, I began to comprehend what was going on. She was massaging a bad muscle cramp out of my left calf. I turned on the light to. SCHWACK!! the strop landed without warning bringing a yelp from Mandy's throat, "OWWWCCHHH, DADDY!"SCHWACK, WHAP, SCHWACK, SCHWACK, the strop landed again and again on the unprotected cheeks until she lost count. The strapping seemed to go on forever to her, though in reality it only lasted five minutes or so it seemed an eternity to her stinging, burning bottom. SCHWACK, WHAP, SLAP, SCHWACK, the strop continued to land hard on her ripe asscheeks, each stroke causing the fire in her bum to burn.