I am forty-five years old, a bit overweight with heavy breasts and a curvy butt. I don’t have any friends to share secrets with—nobody who really knows me. On the outside, I’m a "Miss Goody Two-Shoes," but on the inside, I need to be someone else. I am always the one in control at work and at home. I’m tired of being in control; tonight, I want to be controlled. I am on the prowl, and I know just the place to begin my hun...

He doesn’t spank to hurt me, but to show me he is the one in control. The heat from where his hand marks my ass lights a fire within me. I wiggle my bottom, silently begging for more. “You are a hungry slut, aren’t you?” he asks. I have never been called a slut before, but I realize I crave to be his. He gives me what I need and continues to spank my ass, hard enough to leave it stinging, which only lasts a few seconds. H...