"Punish me hard," she panted.Tentatively I slapped her naked buns."Harder!" she gasped.I slapped her harder, hard enough to leave a red mark on one of...those glorious globes."That's right," she cried, "spank my naughty bottom!"So I spanked her, again and again, until I lost count of the number of blows. I knew I wasn't seriously hurting her, but somehow the feel of my palm against her firm, hot flesh and the sight of her reddened backside jiggling tautly from each of my blows was having a. .. Months have passed since that... Months in which she lost her virginity to someone else, fucked someone else, but yet months in which there was hardly a day on which she wasn't daydreaming about Him. She just couldn't get the what-if's out of her mind. What IF He had come to see her,... What IF He had fucked her and taken her virginity, used her, made her submit,...Shaking her head she awoke from yet another daydream as she poured another cup of coffee for another customer in the little cafe. We heard some laughing on the other side of the door and her "rescuers" went away.Since I had not yet come, we were able to resume where we had left off. She came two more times before I did, so she had a good introduction to the doggy position before we had to quit so that I could catch my breath and rest.She wanted one more run through on being a good wife, so I had her do a "cowgirl" ride. By this time I was getting tired from having done most of the work, so I figured that it was time for. He was an old 36. She was fresh and naive. He’d been “around the block,” if you know what I mean. A War veteran, a Sex veteran. He lamented that if only he was closer to her age, he wouldn’t still be searching, even with such an incredible girl who was just too fresh and new to get what it was that kept him from really committing. And when she found out he didn’t want half-a-dozen k**s, not even one, she walked out. Much to the relief of his guilt-ridden conscience.He moved on from one woman to.