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Tanning and spanking under the Texas sun
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TANNING IN TEXAS
I am a female fashion photographer in Houston, Texas, so I travel quite a lot.
My secret interest in spanking is always sparked when I see the good-looking
men at airports when I'm on assignment.
I was in Dallas attending a convention on advertising and met a nice, but
rather mysterious man. He and I had a drink together during a break. Of
course we talked more about sex than we did about business, arguing at length
on relationships between men and women. When Tom indicated that he was a lit-
tle kinky in some ways, I figured we were on to something and I questioned him.
It turned out that he was into spanking and all of its related fun things. I
opened up to him and admitted that it was my secret fantasy too.
One thing led to another and we soon agreed that we wanted to entertain
each other. He said, "I'm not really interested in sex, just spanking." I was
clear to me what he was after. I was charged.
He took my to his house in the suburbs and we shared a bottle of wine. Tom
excused himself to change clothes and came back wearing only a pair of tiny
shorts. In his arms were some black latex things that he wanted me to wear. I
went to the bedroom and put them on. The body suit fit perfectly, showing off
my figure quite nicely. The soft material felt sexy against my breasts and nip-
ples and my bottom looked smooth and rounded. I pulled my long blonde hair
from the ponytail. I looked like a vixen and felt the part.
He came in while I was admiring my reflection. I knew what was expected
and lay face down over his huge bed. I was tense with excitement as I watched
him take a sheet of leather from the closet shelf and drape it over my bottom
to serve as a cushion for my spanking. Tom asked me if I were ready to have my
little buns heated up and I said, "Yes please."
He picked up a very short leather braided whip and showed it to me. I
could hardly believe the trust I felt for him. He told me that I was going to
get a good whipping. The leather sheet would provide protection for my tender
skin as well as make the whipping a noisy affair.
The first lash came down quite hard across the crest of my cheeks. It
stung but did not really hurt. I wasn't tied down, but Tom said that if I was
going to jump around and shout, the jumpsuit and the sheet would have to come
off. I jumped after each lash. By the fortieth my backside was on fire.
Still the whip whistled through the air and the impact as it hit the sheet ex-
cited us. When I'd had enough, I cried out for him to stop and he did.
He helped me up and wiped my face with a damp cloth. Then he handed me the
whip and took off his shorts. He climbed up on the water bed and I placed the
leather sheet over his round buns. I patted it softly with my hand, then I
swung the whip and really gave him a good dose. He didn't jump at first, but
after 25 or so lashes, his body lifted up with each swing. When he told me to,
I stopped and took the leather sheet off to get a closed look. He turned a-
round suddenly and pulled down the zipper on my latex jumpsuit. He stripped
the material right down to my feet and pulled me over his knee for an old--
fashioned hairbrush spanking.
I started to wiggle and squirm, but his grip was like iron. His huge hand
pressed down on the small of my back and I watched him pick up the large hair-
brush in his right. It was make of smoothly polished wood. The first slap
stung like a thousand bees on my bare cheeks, but the sting soon turned to fire
from the spanking that followed. I lost count of the number of actual slaps.
After the spanking, Tom picked my up and held me close to him. My bare bot-
tom was still very hot, but I told him that I loved the experience that we had
shared. We showered together, then made some coffee. Tom gave me his phone
number and a key to his back door.
Whenever I'm in town on business, which is usually once a week, we meet for
our own kinky fun. I used to spend my business trips lying naked in the hot Te-
xas sun, but Tom's spankings have given tanning a whole new meaning for me.
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