He'd just been dumped by his girlfriend, and we'd done some giddy bar-hopping together after our last play closed, although I was too timid to take it...further. And I became close to Dottie, a woman of about forty who made excellent costumes for the productions.One day Dottie and I were chatting about what garb we needed for an upcoming show, and then about clothes in general."What sort of clothes do you like to wear to the beach?" I asked her.She gave me an impish grin. "Actually, my favorite. I'll be OK in a moment." Bill quickly covers for his mistakes.Lilly wraps the towel around his slender shoulders and takes a secondtowel and starts patting the legs dry. Bill notices the gentle pattingmotion Lilly is using rather than the rubbing motion men use to dry off.He experiments a bit by rubbing the end of his towel across his forearmand quickly realizes this is not a smart move along such tender skin."No Madam, what are you doing? Please sit here and let Lilly help you."She gently. You’ll also have to eat and drink from a dog bowl without using your hands. And you’re not allowed to use the bathroom either. If nature calls you, you’re going to have to go outside but don’t worry i’ll take you on walks outside regularly. If you disobey any of those rules i’ll put you in the cage under the other bed for 30 minutes do you understand? » 
She didn’t know if she was allowed to talk so she just nodded her head. « Good girl » He answered while petting her hair. He detached her from. Not that I had any complaints but all day I kept asking myself, "Why would an entire group of men, all of whom were twenty to thirty years older than me, seem to get off so much on spanking me?" If I were a cute twenty-five-year-old girl it would make more sense. So, I just accepted that they did like it for whatever reason and was happy they did.The last guys to spank me were a big black guy who had made the comment about what he wanted to do to my butt besides spank it and another black guy..