There was also a site chat room and I was a regular visitor. After a short time some of the ladies in the chat room were speaking to me in ‘private chat’. I was surprised one evening when after one such private messaging session, the woman who was called Jenna, asked if I would like to meet.
We arrange a day and time and chose a ‘vanilla’ venue - which was a coffee shop close to her home. We soon became spanking partners, even though she was married. Her desire for spanking had been evident since she was thirteen; it had taken over thirty years for her to realise her needs.
We met whenever we could, and soon I had built up a collection of spanking implements and the sessions where quite prolonged. After at least an hour of over the knee spanking and paddling, we would progress to a severe caning, often with over 150 strokes.
Jenna during these session had admitted that she also had started reading various spanking and fetish magazines, which her husband strangely bought and enjoyed, but did not practice in real life; much to Jenna frustration. After she had visited a BDSM fair one weekend, she had told me of some of the items that given her a sexual tingling. These included various bondage cuffs and straps, and in particular some silicon butt plugs and an enema kit. Taking note I visited a fetish supplier ‘on line’ and bought some of the items Jenna had talked about with what could only be described as lust.
They arrived surprisingly quickly and I took them to our next meeting. As usual after our initial spanking, where she was over my knee, with her skirt raised and with her panties around her ankles, Jenna was excited and had a wet pussy. As I was caressing her bottom I was lightly brushing her lab... Læs hele novellen
