No matter where we were, or what we were doing,
if she could find a us moment alone, and sometimes not so alone,
she would whisper in a husky breathy voice… “Spank Me”.
Sometimes it would be a tap, sometimes a smack,
but she was rarely satisfied unless I gave her a whack.
If you could hear the sound of sting and burn that ‘whack’ sound would be it.
That unmistakable sound of flesh on flesh that everyone knows, but none desires
as much as she.
I never tried to analyze why she loved to be spanked.
Why it turned her on so much. I just let her be herself,
and indulged her request as often as she would allow.
She would be loud and demanding… “Spank Me”.
She would be mousy and coy…“Spank Me”.
She would beg…“Spank Me”
Every time… she got what she wanted.