She had never let it happen before. “I get it. Really, I do. But how would you feel if it were the other way around? You wouldn’t want someone ben...ing you over and going to town back there and I don’t either.” Now I was the one smirking. Lacey had poked around back there on more than one occasion and I didn't mind in the slightest – quite the contrary, in fact. “You know what I mean, Abbott. You wouldn’t want me strapping one on and letting it rip. A dick is a little different than a finger.". "If you want to be in the Olympics, you'll do what I say, Winona. My coach spanked me, and I'm going to spank you. Now come here." Winona nervously shuffled over to her coach and lowered herself over Rebecca's lap. "Now hold still, Winona. This is going to hurt, but you'll feel better. Trust me." She patted Winona's ass cheeks with the paddle, then asked, "Are you ready?" Winona gulped and shuddered, then closed her eyes and said with a meek voice, "Yes." Rebecca whipped the paddle down across. I ran my hands over her naked back, beneath her armpits, down to her hips while her own hands caressed my back.It didn't end suddenly, but gradually we seemed to regain our self-control, God I wanted her so much, she had become more than my mother, much, much more. She'd become a beautiful, desirable woman who'd frightened us both with the sheer depth of the emotions she'd hidden for four years.We touched lips again and looked at each other."Wow," I said softly and she laid her head against my. “What about Mark?”, I asked. “That depends on Mary, I think”, Claire replied, “Would she….do you think?”. “I’m not sure”, I said honestly, “maybe, but Mark would have to make a move, as she is great and very responsive, but I don’t think she would start anything”. “Well, I think I can get Mark to play ball”, she grinned. “You bad girl”, I scolded, “but I’m game, if you are!” Later that day, we had got back from a trek out in the snow, and were warming up in front of the fire. We were.