All the nervous anticipation subsided when she appeared at his door on Saturday afternoon, almost fifteen minutes late. They’d both considered what the ramifications of her lateness should be, but even those thoughts gave way to the joy of being together again.

“It’s so good to see you again!” Max cried as he took her in his arms and hugged her more-to-love body before she tilted her head back, soliciting a long and lustful kiss.

“Oh, Max! I’ve been thinking about this moment since I left the other night!”

“Let me look at you!” he said, holding her at arm’s length. “Mmm, you look delicious!”

“So do you, Sexy Buns!” she replied, using the name that called to mind one of his features she liked best.

They’d both decided that, though they weren’t meeting at night, they’d dress a little more formally as though they had. Feeling more comfortable wearing pants as she always did, she’d struck a suggestive pose for him when he opened the door. Black slacks set off the electric blue blouse that complemented her somewhat pale complexion, but it was the intentionally in-your-face cleavage that caught his eye. Knowing how much he’d enjoyed them, she’d opened several buttons to let her ‘girls’ speak for themselves, barely contained within a lacy blue bra that almost matched her blouse.

“Mmm! I love these tits!” he cried as he bent to put his face between them, kissing each in turn, while she giggled at the sudden attack, putting her hands on the back of his head, holding him captive for a bit longer.

Released to come up for air, she reached for the slinky, green shirt that set off his hazel eyes and opened the buttons, allowing her hands to caress his smooth chest. Her hands circled his body, settling on and squeezing his cute butt, as she lay her head on his shoulder.

“Ohh, it feels so good just to hold you!” she sighed before he lifted her chin for another kiss.

She patted his bottom a couple of times before they separated, another, albeit slight, hint at what she still hoped for.

He offered her a drink, and between Coke, Sprite, and ginger ale, she chose the latter in hopes it would help settle her still slightly nervous stomach.

“No pizza or beer?” he questioned, suddenly remembering her offer to bring both, having settled for Coke at the moment.

“I figured we could order takeout later so it would be hot,” she explained as they walked to the sofa and sat closely. “We can get the beer that way, too, if you really want it?”

He knew she’d rather he didn’t drink and had been surprised when she’d suggested beer last time. He didn’t mind doing without for her benefit, though he probably would have had only one to go with the pizza.

While still keeping their mutual desire a secret, they were thinking about what they hoped would happen today. Max decided he would see if he could get her to give him a more positive clue to her interest. He reached over and put a wiggling finger between her tits squashed together in her pretty bra.

“I love your blouse! And your lacy bra! And your sumptuous tits!” he teased, her loud sigh showing how much she loved having them touched. “Having them on display like this before you even came inside was rather naughty, though, don’t you think?”

“Yes,” she replied simply, her breathing hitched as his fingers slipped inside her bra to reach her erect nipples.

“You like being a bad girl, don’t you?” he asked with a raised eyebrow. She only nodded. “Or maybe what you like is what happens to girls when they’ve been bad?”

“What happens?” she whispered, with his whole hand inside her bra, gently squeezing the luxurious flesh, rising and falling with her deep breaths.

“Don’t you think you deserve to be punished when you’ve been so naughty?”

“Yes … Daddy!” she answered, adding the honorific with an almost fearful look in her eyes.

He liked her choice of identity for him, for if she was his ‘girl,’ then surely he was her ‘daddy.’

“Do you need to be punished?” he asked, and she nodded slightly. “Do you want me to punish you?” A more vigorous nod this time. “How should you be punished? Hm?” Her head shook. He found it both endearing and frustrating that she wouldn’t, or couldn’t, voice her desires.

She wanted so badly to be able to tell him, but was still fearful that knowing the extent of what she now needed might scare him off and label her as some kind of weirdo.

“In my experience,” he started, laughing inside at the fact that he actually had no experience, “the only punishment naughty girls respond to is a good, old-fashioned, over-the-knee spanking!”

“Oh my! Um. Really?” she replied, desire dripping from her voice.

“I’m not talking about a few playful pats on your pants, young lady! It will be on your bare butt, leaving you with a stinging red bottom!”

“I’m sorry, Daddy!” she cried, looking like she was ready to throw herself over his knee.

“Tammy, I need to hear you tell me what you need so there’s no misunderstanding!” She just stared back at him, silent. “Tell me!”

“I–I can’t!”

“Yes, you can! Tell me what happens to naughty girls!”

“Oh, Max! Please?”

“Please, what?”

“Oh God! Please spank me!”

“Again! Tell me more!”

“Please put me over your knee and spank me!” she blurted, feeling like she could cum from just voicing what she’d wanted for so long.

“I need a more complete statement than that!” he insisted.

“Oh, God! Um. I’m sorry, Daddy! I’ve been a naughty girl and I deserve to have my pants pulled down for a good, hard spanking on my bare bottom!”

“Good girl,” he told her quietly with a hand on her cheek and a gentle, loving kiss. “Come with me,” he said as he stood and took her hand.

He led her into the bedroom and, standing at the end of the bed, he turned her around and pulled her back against him. Reaching around, he opened the remaining buttons of her blouse, pulled it off, and took the full weight of her tits in the pretty, lacy bra in his hands. Knowing how much she loved having them handled, he lingered for a while before he started on the clasp of her bra.

“Do you think you should be walking around in public, showing your beautiful breasts to my neighbors?” he scolded as he dropped the bra and took them in his hands again.

“Oh my! I thought you’d like to see them like that! And I love the way you hold them. Mmm, caress them! Ohh, squeeze them! Ooo, and pinch them!”

“Mmm, I do like them!” he said as he did each of the things she suggested on queue. “But I don’t think everybody else should see them, so you should get a spanking for showing off these beauties! Are you ready?” he asked, as he turned her around to face him again.

“Yes, Daddy,” she replied, her panties soaked with her anticipation and her eyes pleading for what she’d waited so long for. She loved how he gradually got her to tell him what she wanted, demanding specific details. “I’m ready for my spanking!”

Holding her hands, he stepped back and sat on the end of the bed, pulling her to stand between his knees. Looking down as his hands reached for the opening to her pants, and having imagined a man doing that so many times, she quivered with desire, mixed with a hint of fear. She shimmied her hips as he tugged her pants down over them, leaving them halfway down her thighs. He took her left hand and pulled her down over his left leg, her torso resting on the bed beside him.

That’s when she saw the paddle. It was round, about eight inches across, made of wood with large holes drilled around the perimeter, and painted black.

“Daddy! Are you gonna paddle me, too?” she asked, holding the paddle up.

“Only if you give me cause to!” he said as he caressed her large, fleshy cheeks.

“Ooo!” she squeaked with the first spank in the middle of her right cheek.

The other cheek was treated the same, and then a regular pattern of slightly stingy spanks to alternate cheeks began, and she loved it! She lifted her bottom, begging for more, and got it as he increased the intensity very gradually.

Max was loving it too. The whole process of taking her pants down and putting her over his knee was exciting in itself, but to finally spank her was a dream come true. The way a wave of flesh rolled up from the bottom of her wobbling cheeks was hypnotic, and then she lifted her hips, telling him she wanted more. And the fact that she not only accepted it, but wanted it as much as he did, made it that much more exciting. He promised himself that he’d give her so much pleasure later.

“Oh, Daddy! I won’t do it again! I promise!” she said, playing her part, but not asking him to stop.

“I don’t think you’ve been spanked enough yet to ensure you keep that promise, do you?” he asked.

“No, I guess not. You’re going to keep spanking me, aren’t you?” she asked, loving the dialogue, too.

“I think you know the answer to that question! Does it hurt?” he asked when he stopped for a rest, using both hands to soothe the pink he could see through the lace.

“Yes!” she replied and wanted to add, ‘But it feels so good!’

“Good!”

“Oh! Ow! Ouch!” she cried when the spanking resumed a bit harder again. The pain only increased minimally, but she loved playing her part, and some mild squirming made it more convincing.

Another couple of minutes at a moderate pace erased any doubts they had about whether she liked it or not. It was already everything she’d hoped for, and it wasn’t even on her bare bottom yet, but that would change soon. He finished this round with a finale of sorts. Six in a row on each cheek, and a little harder still.

She moaned as his hands rubbed again, this time straying from her cheeks a bit, just barely touching her pussy and teasing her rosebud, winking as she clenched with his fingers in her cleft. She hoped it was time for her panties to come down as she couldn’t wait to feel his hand on her bare cheeks, but it wasn’t her decision to make.

He was ready to pull her panties down, but he realized he’d made one mistake. He was still dressed. His shirt hung open, but he was still wearing pants, and he’d wanted to be naked as well when he took her nude body over his knee again. He wondered how she’d react when she saw his erection.

“Stand up, young lady!” he said, shucking off his shirt as she slid off his lap to stand before him. “It’s time you were spanked on your bare bottom! But first …” he said as he stood and started opening his pants.

“Ooo! Can I do it, Daddy?” she asked, kneeling and reaching for his zipper before he even answered. With the zipper open, she pulled them down slowly, expecting to see his cock bulging in his underwear, but cried, “Oh, Daddy!” when his full-size cock sprang free of his pants. “Do you like spanking me, Daddy?” she asked in a cute, little girl voice as she let his pants drop and reached out with her tongue to teasingly lick the tip, and then stood before him with the sexiest smile.

“Only as much as you like getting spanked, little girl!” he replied as he sat again and ran his fingers through the drenched crotch of her lacy panties, feeling the proof of her passion.

“Then you must like it a lot! Mmm!” she hummed as he pulled her panties down.

He kicked his pants away just in time for Tammy to lie over his knee and shake her bare bottom, begging for the spanking to resume.

“Oh my God!” she cried with the feeling of his hand smacking her naked cheeks. The delicious sting had ramped up considerably, but not beyond the point of her desire for more. She wondered for a second if she’d placed too much trust in someone she’d just met, but knew that if she hadn’t taken this chance, another was not likely to come along.

Being naked, lying face down in his lap, and offering her bare bottom to him like this felt as intimate as anything they’d done before. The feel of his bare thigh against her tummy, his arm wrapped possessively around her waist, and especially his hand covering her ample cheeks with the delicious pain she still didn’t understand, all combined to enhance her fantasy of being a naughty little girl getting spanked over her daddy’s knee.

The biting sting was building when she started squirming a bit in his lap. A well-placed smack on her lower cheeks, or several in one spot, triggered her twisting within his arms’ tight grasp, but not to evade his punishing hand, rather a reaction to all the sensations she was feeling at once. Writhing in his lap had another sensuous side effect; his cock pressed against her so near to her sodden pussy. 

Max knew her body twisting and turning within the grasp of his arm was a sign of her pleasure. Her cries and gasps all said ‘more’ to him, and her slippery, wet pussy was clear evidence. Still, her bottom was now a deep, rosy shade of pink, well on its way to red, so he decided he needed to bring her first spanking to an exciting close. When she lifted her body in reaction to a series of smacks in one place, he let go of her waist and slid that hand underneath and between her legs.

“Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah! Don’t stop, Max!” she cried as his fingers mauled her acutely sensitive pussy. “Oh, God! Harder! Faster!” she pleaded as her body went rigid, yet quivered with the strain of holding on.

“That’s it! Come on, Tammy! Cum for me!” he encouraged as his fingers rubbed and poked her pussy, while his other hand delivered the still delicious pain, with many spanks to the same place on her lower cheeks.

“Oh! Ohh! Ohhh!” she whimpered, holding her breath until a gushing exhale signaled her climax.

She collapsed on his lap, all her energy expended, and what was left had her body quaking with intermittent spasms that flowed through her whole body, from her shoulders down to her legs. For the longest time, her breathing came in short gasps as her head rested on her crossed arms.

“Oh my God, Max!” she said in a whispery voice. “That was – so much more – than I ever – expected! Than I – dreamed!” she gasped. “Help me up?”

She rose unsteadily to her feet, his arms providing little but a comforting hold. She tried to stand, but with shaky legs, she dropped to her knees between his legs and reached her arms out to him. He took her face in his hands and kissed her lovingly, smiling when he saw her hands rubbing her bottom.

“I’m so glad you enjoyed it! I did too!” he said sincerely.

“It seems like I’ve wanted that my whole life! Long before I thought of it as anything sexual! I’ve just always wanted to know what it would feel like to get spanked, and now I know! Thank you, Max! So much!” she finally felt comfortable confessing.

“It seems we were meant to find each other because I’m the same way!” he said, noting the look of surprise on her face. “Yes! Since I was a young boy, playing house with neighborhood girls. So thank you, Tammy, for allowing me to fulfill one of my fantasies!”

“You know it’s traditional to offer a ‘thanking for the spanking’?” she asked with a sexy smile and her hands sliding down his chest to the erection that had never subsided.

“Yes, I do. You don’t have to, but if you insist?” he replied jokingly, moving to sit at the edge of the bed as he watched first her hands stroking and then her tongue licking him.

His breathing was instantly uneven when she took the tip in her mouth, her tongue repeatedly licking the sensitive underside. His moans and groans fed her desire to give, as she sucked and licked his glans while one hand stroked and the other gripped him again at the base. Sensing he was too close, she backed off just a bit and let him catch his breath for a minute or two, while keeping him on simmer.

After another sexy smile, her mouth opened in an ‘O’ and took it all in her mouth, her tongue somehow wrapping around its girth. His rapid breathing signaled his coming climax as her head started bobbing on his shaft. “Mmm!” she hummed with her mouth full when he started lifting his hips, fucking her face. Still, her tight grip held on until his silent screams told her he’d rupture something if she didn’t let go.

“Oh, Tammy!” he cried when his hips jerked forward in time to the pulses of his release into her mouth.

She felt the last shot and swallowed with a smile, while his hips still spazzed, triggered again by her tongue still teasing the tip.

“Mmm, you are so good at that!” he enthused, getting a proud smile for his compliment. “Now you must let me return the favor!”

“I’d …” she paused, worried what he’d think if she asked for what she really wanted. “I’d really like that, but will you do something else first?” she asked, biting the corner of her lower lip.

“Anything!”

“You’re gonna think I’m crazy, but  … would you give me another spanking?” she requested. Mainly because she loved it so, but partly because she didn’t know if she’d ever get another, and partly because she wanted to feel the paddle. “With this!” she added, reaching for the paddle, only now noticing the other side was covered with white leather, very thick, but soft. “Why do you have this anyway?” she asked with amused suspicion.

“First of all, I don’t think you’re crazy. I’d probably feel the same way in your place!” he said, seeing a look of confusion on her face, and then dawning understanding. “Yes, I’d like to get spanked too! And as far as why I have it? Have you ever spanked yourself?”

Her red face and sheepish smile were all the answer he needed.

“I see you have,” he said as he took the paddle from her, turning it front and back in his hand. “The leather side tends to be more playful, and only hurts if swung hard, while the wood side stings no matter how hard it’s applied. Still want to feel it on your big, beautiful bottom?” he asked, loving the cute and slightly fearful face she showed him.

“Yes, Daddy!” she said as she rose up and placed herself back over his knee. “Warm me up a little with your hand and then maybe ten with each side, okay? Ooo! Ow! Yeow!” she cried for his benefit only as she was loving it again. “Harder, please, Daddy!? Oh yeah! Like that!” as she accepted and savored an untold number of the hardest yet from his hand.

“Your bottom is already red, young lady, and the wooden side of the paddle may leave bruises. Are you sure you want to be paddled?”

“Yes, Daddy!” she said immediately and emphatically. “Ooo, that side feels nice!” she cooed when the first swats came with a few seconds in between.

“Yeah, it fools you into thinking the other side can’t be so bad!”

“Oh, I liked that!” she said when the ten were complete. “Ten more! No! Twenty! A little harder and faster, okay?” She cringed as she felt what he meant about the leather side’s ability to hurt, but it wasn’t as sharp a sting as even his hand. “Ooo, that did hurt a little more! I’d take even more, but I’m afraid of the other side!”

“You don’t have to, Tammy!” he said, again offering her an out.

“No, do it! Yeowch! Oh my God! Oww!!” she yelped, but was determined not to back out of what she asked for. With even the one swat, her squirming became more animated, and she felt his other leg wrap tightly over hers, clamping her firmly now with both an arm and a leg. Still, each swat tested his ability to contain her. When the tenth swat fell, a real stinger, her hands flew back to her bottom, rubbing furiously.

“Want another ten with that side?” he teased.

“No, thank you!” she said with certainty, moving to lie on the bed next to him. “I’m definitely ready for some pleasure now!” she said, pushing her sore bottom to the edge and lifting her knees to get the lower, stinging part off the bed.

He figured that she wouldn’t want slow and gentle after something so intense, so his hands slid quickly up her inner thighs to her pussy. While one hand parted her bush and the lips within, the other’s fingers slid between, penetrated for a few quick thrusts, and then caressed the moist inner folds to tease her clit out of hiding. Repeating the cycle several times had Tammy moaning with pleasure and pleas to continue.

Seeing her writhing on the bed, his tongue was dying for another taste of her scrumptious pussy. He began with a long lick up her parted slit, scooping up her creamy nectar. Her breathing was erratic as she squirmed in place, whether from pleasure or stinging pain, he wasn’t sure.

The sensations combined, making her appreciate and realize the intense sting from the paddle had been worth enduring, driving her higher than ever. Like the last time, she put her feet on his shoulders and lifted her hips off the bed to push her pussy into his face. Her body jerked with an electrifying jolt when he put his hands on her burning bottom. He saw her reaction and quickly withdrew his hands.

“No! Don’t stop! Squeeze them, but gently!” she cried, relishing the delicious sting. “Yeah! Yeah! Like that!” It was as if every touch was magnified, accelerating her already rapid rise to the summit. “Oh, fuck! I’m gonna … I’m gonna cum! Oh – My – God!” she screamed as several streams of clear liquid gushed from her pussy into Max’s face, the slightly sweet taste not unpleasant.

“Oh my God, Tammy! You squirted!” he cried. “I’ve never seen that before!” he added before going back for another taste.

“No! Oh, God! Oh, Max!” she gasped as her body shook with an aftershock that surprised them both. “I want you to … to … make love to me!” she said, choosing her words carefully between panting breaths. “Please?” she pleaded, moving further back on the bed, her face wincing at the contact with her sore bottom, and her breathing still labored.

“I’d love to! But are you sure you want to do it like this?” he asked in response to her pained reaction.

“Yes! If it’s anything like just now, it’ll make it even better!” she said, spreading her legs and running her finger between her glossy, plump lips invitingly.

Walking toward her on his knees, he could see her staring at his more-than-ready cock, smiling and licking her lips when she looked up at him. Cock in hand, he ran the tip through her deep slit, her breath hitching on first contact and a delightful soft moan from his tease. To him, making love meant slow and gentle, letting their arousal grow at a gradual pace until their mutual needs begged for more.

Her hips moved gracefully in sync with him as her soft, slick lips caressed his glans with each trip through her flooded valley. She lifted and held her hips up, her pussy saying, ‘Please come in!’

“Ohhh!” she said with a quivering breath as he slowly filled her up.

Out once, and then back in, he lay atop her cushy body, supporting himself on his elbows, and he bent to kiss her. She sighed into his mouth as he pushed against her hips, his cock squirming inside her, driving the kiss and their tongues to ecstatic levels.

“Oh, Tammy! You’re like the finest silk wrapped around me!”

“And you feel so strong and hard inside me!” she replied. “Oh, yeah! Yeah! Mmm!” she cried when he started moving inside her.

He felt every velvety inch of her tight sheath as he withdrew and returned, exquisitely languid as their pleasure mounted. The pace increased only as quickly as it needed to, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony, rising and falling, savoring the indescribable.

“Oh! Ohh! Hoh! Hoh!” she gasped as the pace brought her climax within reach. “Oh, Max! Turn me over and give it to me hard!” she demanded, already rotating, with him inevitably coming out of her now dripping pussy.

With her chest on the bed and her ass in the air, he plowed back into her with a stabbing thrust. She stayed in that position as an energetic pace drove them to new highs, but eventually lifted herself on all fours, wanting to get in on the action. Pushing back against him, their hips met with a slap each time.

Watching her tits sway beneath her, he bent over her and placed an arm across her chest, his forearm over one breast and hand holding the other. When his other hand reached around for her clit, her cries and pants told him she was close. He let go of her tits because it was limiting his stroke, and put that hand on her stinging red cheek.

“Oh my! Oh, God!” she cried with the contrasting painful stimulation. “Ow! Oh – My – God!” she yelped when he spanked her. “Again!” she demanded, so he used both hands just hard enough to sting. “Ah! Ahh! Ohhh!” she cried in a high pitch when she came, her body shaking spastically.

He was close too, and when she dropped her chest to the bed, he put what he had left into it and came, crying, “Oh, fuck, Tammy!” as his hips jerked forward with the pulses that left his seed deep within her.

Her body had quieted by the time his trembling ebbed, and when he fell to the bed beside her, she moved to lie by his side, stroking his chest with comforting hands. She marveled at the energy he had, considering he was more than fifteen years older than she.

Eventually, his eyes opened and he smiled at his more-to-love girl. Reaching out for her, she lay partially atop him, one big, beautiful breast resting on his chest as they kissed tenderly. Short, soft kisses with expressions of joy between.

“That was fantastic, Max!”

“It was! I imagine you had some doubts about spanking?” he guessed.

“I did, but I could never have imagined it would be like that! My bottom hurts, but it’s strange how the pain feels so good! I didn’t expect it to make the other stuff feel so much better, too!”

“You’re a true Spanko, Tammy! You’ve got some bruises from the paddle, so you might have to wait a little longer for the next time.”

“Ooo! I wanna see!” she said, climbing off the bed.

“There’s a mirror on the back of the door.”

“Oh my God!” she said, turning this way and that, admiring the results of her first-ever spanking. As if the act and the pain weren’t enough, the physical and colorful result was the final confirmation she wanted and would admire for days to come. “You will spank me again, won’t you?” she asked, climbing back on the bed, returning to her previous position.

“Not tonight, I won’t!” he laughed.

“Of course not, silly! I want you to know that even if I never get spanked again, I will be forever grateful for this incredible experience!” she said, planting a luscious wet kiss on his lips.

“I enjoyed it too, Tammy, and I would very much like to do it again! I wasn’t expecting it to feel so intimate! Everything about it! Pretending you’re my naughty little girl, taking your pants down, and then the feeling of your body over my knee! And then, of course, you accepting your punishment and obviously liking it so!”

“Me too! I can’t imagine anything more intimate! Only at the very beginning was I just a little fearful of what I was asking for, but as soon as you put your arm around my waist and began, I trusted you. Not only to not hurt me, but to make it so special!”

“You’ll have to let me know when those bruises disappear,” he said, and she nodded. “Now, maybe with something to eat, we’ll have enough energy for more fun after dinner?”

“Ooo, I like that idea!” she replied.

Dressed in only their underwear, they sat on the balcony, eating the delivered pizza. When the delivery driver was still at the door, Tammy emerged from the bedroom area and froze upon seeing him. Max was only aware because of the wide-eyed look on the driver’s face as he looked over his shoulder at her almost naked body. He knew she hadn’t done it on purpose, but threatened her with another spanking just for fun. He loved how she didn’t dismiss the idea right away, looking as though she was actually considering it.

After their lazy rest on the balcony, they returned to the bedroom for more lovemaking and oral delights, but both considered the highlight of the afternoon to be the fantastic fun they had before dinner. They discussed it over a cup of tea, again on the balcony, and neither would change a thing about their incredible and mutually first-time experience. They looked forward to doing it again.

Tammy explained that her work schedule and days off changed every week, but since she got off work at two in the afternoon, they could get together almost any evening. He reminded her about his grueling ten- to twelve-hour days, sometimes including weekends, but he promised to take time off as often as possible so they could spend time together.

Eventually, it was time for Tammy to leave. Max quickly donned a T-shirt and shorts to walk her to her car, but Tammy had to get fully dressed. When she appeared from the bedroom, apart from her hair being a bit messier, she looked exactly as she had when she arrived, including the half-open blouse with her sexy bra and cleavage on display. She smiled with a bitten lower lip when she approached him for a hug.

“I guess my little girl didn’t learn her lesson!” he accused, inserting his finger between her tits as he had earlier. “Do I need to take your pants down and teach you again?” he said as he grabbed her arm, bent her over his hip, and proceeded to deliver more than a dozen spanks over her pants.

“It was for your eyes only!” she defended as she giggled and cooed in response, loving the fact that he was warming her bottom up for the ride home.

“These are just for me!” he declared as she stood before him, letting him button up her blouse, followed by a long, passionate kiss.

He walked her down to her car, where they kissed again before she left, both heading to their respective homes feeling happier and more hopeful than they had in many years.

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Tammy and Max will have many such times together to explore their mutual interest in spanking. I hope you enjoyed this short series and will 'Like,' 'Favorite,' and comment on it if you did, and ... THANKS FOR READING!!