”“What will you use, the paddle or the riding crop?” I asked.“Maybe both.”“Hey,” Sue said. “That’s my bottom you’re talking about!...��Both Paulo and I laughed before he looked up into the rear-view mirror. “What do you say Rick?” he asked. “Do you think your wife deserves a good spanking?”I smiled. “Definitely, Paulo. It’s not right to tease a man the way she teases you and then leave you high and dry.”He laughed. “Now there speaks a man after my own heart.”“Oi you two,” Sue said before. It would be, in fact, a selfish offer. She thought she’d been a little bit into his life for the break. She’d like to be further into his life. The conversation had been both intimate and complimentary. And, now, they’d go back to discussing what people saw as they wandered around the shop. Mr. Fisher arranged the items so that every turn revealed some new surprise. Well, her last turn to the lemonade had revealed a real surprise. She wanted to see more. He was on the first step down, down to. Well…that wasn't strictly true. It was the lack of a specific man, someone who wanted her for who she was, not who they thought she was. She had plenty of men come onto her, all hoping to try their luck, and sure some of them were hot but too many of them were far too aware of it and seemed to think she'd just bend over for them, which wasn't the way.She enjoyed casual sex now and then, and her looks and fame had helped her indulge that and live a full and adventurous sex life, however right. I have a sister to help with that… (I thank you for your constructive feedback on the original version of this story. I thought that, as seen as you loved the story but I had not written it very well, I would rewrite it based off the other and work on your feedback) I stand in the hallway staring at the into my sisters room. My heart pounds in my chest as I work up the courage to reach out and grab the handle. I slowly turn the handle and push the door open enough to fit my head through. I peak.