In the weeks that followed, they were thrilled to find that they managed to connect more frequently than they’d expected. Wednesday evening at Corleone’s provided a regular and pleasant time together, with the conversation sometimes light but often steamy as their next stop was always Max’s apartment. Tammy’s inevitable provocative behavior was usually dealt with immediately upon arrival.

Her lust for a sore, stinging, and bright red bottom was insatiable. She polished her naughty, little girl persona to the point where her play-acting plea not to be spanked at first was almost as believable as her pleas for more later on. She loved calling him ‘Daddy’ and the handle often survived their entire evening together as she exclaimed ‘Oh, Daddy!’ with his face between her legs, or ‘Fuck me, Daddy!’ with his cock pounding her pussy.

After the first few times, they introduced some variety into their favorite pastime with new locations and positions, as well as implements. The kitchen provided all three, and she shrieked with delight when he surprised her with an unexpected wooden spoon and spatula spanking, bent over the countertop with her pants and panties hastily yanked down.

As they got more adventurous, she suggested variations as well. He knew she didn’t like wearing skirts, so he wondered if there was a reason for the one she wore one night to dinner. He found out on the long elevator ride to the tenth floor, when she pulled her skirt up, bent over with her hands on the back wall, and said, “Oh, Daddy! Please don’t spank me here!?” She giggled with delight when he lowered her panties just enough to deliver a fast and furious dozen to each bare cheek.

He especially liked the time when, just after their arrival, he’d emerged from his bathroom to find her lying face down on the bed, naked, with a large stack of pillows beneath her, raising her bottom invitingly with the paddle perched atop a deserving cheek. “Do I really have to get paddled, Daddy?” she said in her now-perfected little girl voice. She adored the warmup with the soft leather side of the paddle, and squealed in delicious pain as fifty swats with the hard side painted her bottom bright red. Even then, she asked to be spanked again later in the evening, appreciating the playful manner in which he spanked her ‘hiney’ while fingering her pussy to a dazzling orgasm.

Meeting at least twice a week; Wednesday for dinner and usually on the weekend, provided enough time between for Tammy’s bottom to recover, though she didn’t get spanked every time. Max was surprised by a call on a Monday morning when they were both at work. They’d just had a particularly joyful time the afternoon and evening before.

“Tammy!” he answered happily as he was walking through the warehouse looking for a supervisor.

“Hi, Max! I hope you don’t mind me calling like this?” As much as they’d done together, she still felt undeserving at times, her life having taken such a dramatic turn for the better when they met, but she still found it hard to believe.

“Not at all! It’s good to hear your voice!” he replied, setting her mind at ease.

“I’m on a break, so I can’t talk long. I just wanted to ask if it would be okay for me to come over tonight?”

“You got a rather good spanking last night! Are you sure you can take more?” he replied, hoping to talk her out of it since he couldn’t make it.

“Mmm, and it still feels so good, Max!” she enthused as she rubbed her still stinging bottom while whispering outside the supermarket where she worked. “But I don’t want to get spanked tonight. I just want to suck your cock and have you lick me and fuck me over and over again!” she whispered sexily into the phone to avoid being overheard.

“I’m sorry, Tammy! I’ve got a meeting with management here that will go on for a couple of hours into the night shift.”

“Oh!” The sound of her bubble bursting came through loud and clear with that one-syllable word. “I’m off tomorrow. Maybe we could meet for lunch?” she negotiated.

“I can do that! I’ll meet you at the apartment, but don’t be surprised if you leave with a warmer bottom than you came with!” he teased.

“Yes, Daddy!”

Apart from a dozen or so smacks when fucking her from behind, she didn’t get spanked, but they did get licked, sucked, and fucked. Over and over again!

Dinner the following Wednesday night was as pleasant as ever. Max told her about the meeting that had temporarily derailed her plan on Monday. It had gone well; in fact, the project was going much better in general. They’d decided on several changes to further improve operations, but the meeting was upbeat and hopeful.

For the first time, Tammy worried that the project might end sooner than she’d thought. Up to this point, he’d described it as nothing but problems, but if things were starting to work out, would Max be leaving?

They’d finished their meals, and being in no rush, they stayed while Max leisurely finished his second glass of wine. The discussion turned to rousing recollections of the prior day’s lunchtime tryst.

“I really loved yesterday, Max!”

“It was memorable! You didn’t miss getting spanked?” he asked, leading to something he wanted to bring up.

“Are you kidding? That’s the first time I left with a sore pussy instead!” she laughed. “I’d gladly give up a spanking or two to be able to have an extra day with you during the week!”

“What about tonight? I doubt those bruises I saw yesterday are gone already?” he phrased as a question.

She didn’t respond right away, and they sat there looking at each other, each with a subject they wanted to address, but wondered if the other was ready for it.

“Max, do you remember that first …”

“Tammy, there’s something I wanted to ask …”

They’d both started talking at the same time, but stopped when they realized with nervous laughter following.

“Ladies first,” he said, wanting to hear what she had on her mind before he asked her his question.

“Do you remember when I first discovered your paddle?” she asked. He nodded. “When I asked you why you had it, you asked whether I ever spanked myself and then told me you like to get spanked too.”

“Yes, I did,” he replied, chuckling.

“Why are you laughing?” she asked self-consciously, afraid he was having fun at her expense.

“I’m laughing because I think you’re going to ask me the same thing I was going to ask you!”

“What am I going to ask you?” she challenged with a smile starting to form.

“No, I said ladies first. Besides, I’d rather hear it from your lips.”

“Alright, smarty pants! But I’m not going to ask you, I’m going to tell you!” she declared with a determined look. “You’re being a very naughty boy, teasing me like this! And naughty boys need to have their pants taken down for a good spanking on their bare bottom!”

“Yes, Miss!” he replied, barely holding in a smile.

“Don’t you ‘Yes, Miss’ me! I want you to admit what you did, tell me how you should be punished, and then ask me to do it!” she said in a scolding voice, contradicting the huge smile she had on her face. She remembered how turned on she got when he’d pushed her to voice her desires similarly, and hoped he’d enjoy it too.

“I’m sorry, Miss. I shouldn’t have teased you about something you’re so serious about. I should get spanked when we get home.”

“That’s not a complete answer! You didn’t ask me or tell me how it should be done. If I have to tell you, it’s going to be much worse for you!” she threatened, still smiling, and getting that feeling between her legs that would undoubtedly soak her panties by the time they got to his apartment.

“Yes, Miss. When we get home, you should pull my pants down, put me over your knee, and give me a good, hard spanking on my bare bottom! I deserve to get spanked! Please spank me?!”

He’d said all these things to himself when his fantasies took over, usually as build-up for a round of self-spanking, but saying them out loud to someone more than ready to do it for real had his cock growing uncomfortably large in his work slacks. It had excited him when he’d gotten Tammy to tell him what she wanted, but for him now, voicing his desires and soon to be realizing those dreams over her knee, each mention of the word ‘spank’ ratcheted his craving up even higher.

“Good boy! Is the check paid? Then let’s go,” she said, standing and bending to whisper in his ear. “You’re going right over my knee when we get home!”

They walked hand-in-hand to the carpark and his car with the one-sided dialogue of Tammy repeatedly telling him what was going to happen to him. ‘You’re going to get spanked, young man!’ ‘I’m gonna pull your pants down and give you a spanking!’ and the ever popular, ‘I’m gonna spank your bare bottom!’ to which he’d simply reply, ‘Yes, Miss!’

When they got off the elevator, she took his wrist and led him to the door, pulling him along like a recalcitrant child. He got a few smacks on his pants when he fumbled with the keys to open the door, so excited was he to finally experience what he’d longed for nearly his whole life, and she was doing a stellar job of building anticipation.

Tammy was even more excited than she’d imagined. Turning the tables on the man whose words alone got her hornier than ever was arousing in a way she couldn’t have predicted. All those years longing to be the naughty little girl who got spanked often didn’t prepare her for the lust she now felt with the prospect of having Max over her knee to spank his ‘sexy buns.’

It was the day after he’d spanked her a second time that she recalled his comment about wanting to get spanked. She was lying in her bed, reliving the even better second spanking, with one hand in her panties while the other squeezed her ass, reviving the delicious sting. ‘Is that what he said?’ she questioned herself silently when the memory came unbidden. ‘Yes, he’d said, ‘I’d like to get spanked too!’ she remembered. When she’d looked at Spanking Tube before, she’d avoided those of men getting spanked, partly, of course, because she’d always seen herself on the receiving end from a man who knew how to handle her. But she also questioned the virility of those men, wondering if they were real men, strong men. How could they be if they wanted to have their bottoms spanked like naughty little boys?

But Max had more than proven himself to be a real man during their time together, so those same videos of men over the knees of capable women took on new significance and sparked interest. Funnily, the more he spanked her, the greater that desire to trade places with him became. She wanted to see him getting the same level of pleasure while across her lap.

Entering his apartment, he turned to close and lock the door, throwing his keys on the nearby table like he always did. Still just inside the door, she stepped up to face him while unbuttoning her blouse, revealing that same sexy, electric blue bra she’d worn before, struggling to contain her magnificent tits. The blouse and bra were discarded on the floor, and after removing his shirt, she turned her back to him, lying back against his bare chest. His hands, initially on her hips, moved quickly to hefting the weight of her big, beautiful tits; a simple pleasure that had become a customary opening act of their sensuous times together. She could feel the lump in his pants when he pressed it to her bottom.

“Oh God, Max!” she cried as always, loving the feel of his hands manipulating the soft, pliant flesh. “Mmm, is my naughty boy ready for his first real spanking?” she asked, abandoning the premise of punishment.

“Yes, Tammy!” he replied, breathing already labored.

She turned to face him again, touching her pointy nipples to his bare chest for only a few seconds before squashing them against his, saying, “Oh yeah? Tell me! Ask me!”

“I want to get spanked! Please spank me?” he told her before meeting her upturned lips for a lustful kiss.

Putting her arm around him and grabbing his ass, she led him the few steps to the dining area. Each act, simple in its purpose yet arousing with its intent, drove his desire. The dialogue, her hand on his ass, and turning a chair around were all preambles to something he’d imagined now for decades.

“Take my pants off,” she told him as she stood before the chair, ready to sit.

Bending for a quick nibble and suck on her tits, he knelt and easily opened the button and zipper of her tight, black pants. In a well-practiced sequence, he pulled and she shimmied to get the reluctant garment finally cleared of her hips, falling to the floor, where he pulled them free of each raised foot. As much as he wanted to move on with his need, he couldn’t resist planting his face in the moist crotch of her matching panties, moaning as he sucked the plump lips and savory juice through the gusset of her sexy undies.

“Enough!” she said, pulling him away from her pussy and sitting in the chair. “Stand up,” she instructed, reaching for the closures to his pants, while he folded his arms submissively behind him. “You’re gonna get a good spanking,” she promised as their eyes connected, her hands able to function blindly to open his slacks and let them fall to the floor. “Mmm, sexy undies for your sexy buns!” she said when his tight black underwear came into view. “Stand right here,” she instructed, pointing to the floor on her right side. He stepped out of the puddle of pants and finally stood expectantly at her side, awaiting the command he’d longed to hear.

“Get over my knee, Max,” she said in a voice that revealed her desire as well, with one hand on his left cheek guiding him over.

He’d lain across chairs, over sofa arms, and ends of beds when he’d self-spanked, but nothing could prepare him for the feeling of her squishy, smooth thigh against his stomach as he lay in her lap. He looked forward to when he was naked and feeling both thighs against his abdomen and cock. A little fidgeting helped position his bottom directly over her thigh, with her hands rubbing, squeezing, and patting his cheeks lightly, sighing contentedly as she played with them.

“I love playing with your sexy buns!” she cooed, slipping her hands under the elastic to grab bare flesh. “But you need to be spanked, don’t you?” she said, punctuating the word with the always startling first smack.

“Yes, Tammy! Oh yeah!” he cried with several firmer spanks. “Spank me!” he said, repeating it as though requesting each exquisite smack. “Oh God! Yes! Yes!” he said when she fell into a rhythm of increasingly hard spanks. “Spank me!”

Seeing it now from Max’s point of view, Tammy felt the intimacy in a whole new way. The willingness and trust he’d spoken of after her first time was amplified when he was the one lying in her lap, begging her to spank him. He’d happily assumed the role of naughty boy, though the only naughty thing he’d done was to ask for the spanking to begin with, and she loved his ‘spank me’ mantra.

So enthralled with it, she suddenly realized she’d been spanking almost non-stop for several minutes. It had to be way over a hundred smacks that had been delivered at a steady pace with increasing intensity, but he showed no signs of distress. On the contrary, the only time he reacted in any way negatively was when her hand connected just right with his lower cheek, where the unprotected skin of his upper thigh felt the first bare bottom effects. But even then, his bottom rose immediately after, pleading for more.

“It feels fantastic, doesn’t it, Max?” she asked when she finally stopped. Her hands felt the warmth radiating from his bottom as she soothed the stinging cheeks with tender touches.

“Oh my God, Tammy! So good! So much better than I imagined!” he replied between shuddering breaths. He felt like he could do it all night as long as she stopped after a hundred or two to caress his warm bottom like she was now.

“I think you’re ready to have these taken down,” she said as her left hand slipped under the elastic to explore a little more sensually, a finger gliding through his cleft and beyond.

“Oh God! Yes! Yes! Pull my pants down!” he pleaded as her finger reached his sac before retreating along the same path. He felt shivers down his spine as she drew them down so slowly, dragging the stiff elastic over the tender tops of his cheeks.

Her eyes lit up when the rosy pink cheeks revealed themselves, the first visual evidence of what she’d done, bringing a smile to her face. She left his briefs just below the lighter pink portion of his legs so they’d be an available target for the spanks she knew from experience stung more than the others.

She asked if he was ready, got an enthusiastic reply, and began. She loved the feel of her hand on his bare bottom, and the sound was better, too; a nice, crisp crack! She’d wondered whether she’d like it enough to do it more than just occasionally. After all, she really liked getting spanked as well. She’d appreciated Max’s way of gently leading her from one stimulating act to another, even when not spanking, but having been given control now, she liked telling her naughty boy what to do. She knew exactly what she was going to have him do when she stopped spanking him.

Max couldn’t believe how much better it felt on his naked cheeks. He didn’t want it to end, and whether due to distraction or by design, she just kept spanking, on and on, and he loved it, even asking for it to be harder.

Eventually, she did stop to give them both a rest. Her hand was stinging too, and her arm was tired, but she’d kept going as long as he wanted it. His cheeks were so red and warm, and she could imagine what he felt, their lust for a spanked bottom so in line with each other.

“I can see how much you’re liking it, Max! Would you like to get the paddle?”

“Oh, please, Miss! I know you’re gonna spank me some more, but can we please do the paddle later? It’s about time I thanked you properly!” he replied, falling back into a submissive role, not wanting to tell her how to spank him. He wanted her to remain in charge, for both of their sakes.  

“Don’t think you’re getting out of it!” she scolded, liking that he acknowledged her control and decisions. “You’re still getting fifty hard ones with my hand! Twenty-five in a row on each cheek, right on your sit spots. Now, lift that bottom up for me!”

True to her threat, these were the hardest yet. Well before each side had gotten its full count, it truly hurt, and he finally experienced that extraordinary mixture of real pain and exquisite pleasure. There were more than a few declarations of agony, many quite real, and he was finally squirming on her lap like a well-spanked naughty boy should.

“Oh fuck, Tammy! That really hurt!”

She knew he wasn’t complaining and wondered if he’d like another round just like it, even though that was supposed to be the end … for now.

“Such language!” she said, grasping for an excuse to continue. “I think I’ll do that again!” and she began without waiting for an answer, hoping she wasn’t overdoing it.

“Oh! Ow! God! Ungh!” he cried in an almost continuous stream of reactions to the best part yet. “Oh, God! I’m sorry, Tammy! Please don’t spank me any … OW-ow-ow-ow!” he yelped again when she added another ten to each side, seemingly even harder.

She felt like she’d taken a chance with the two unexpected repeats, but when she saw a smile mixed in with his pained expressions, she knew he’d appreciated it and was rather proud of herself for taking that initiative.

His cheeks were red all over, but a deeper shade on the soft underside she’d just concentrated on. She enjoyed seeing his hands rubbing his stinging cheeks furiously, and was reminded of her sopping wet panties.

“Oh, poor boy!” she cooed, taking over the soothing of his burning hot bottom with tender caresses and savory squeezes. “That hiney really hurts, doesn’t it?”

“Yes, Miss.”

“Are you gonna show me the proper respect in the future?”

“Yes, Miss.”

“I think it’s time you showed some gratitude for my taking you in hand.”

“Yes, Miss. May I get up?”

“Yes,” she replied simply after three firm smacks across both cheeks.

Sliding backward off her lap, he stopped to kiss her with a quick ‘Thank you!’ and a smile. He stood and moved to her front, offering his hands to help her stand, and taking her in his arms, kissed her fully and passionately with their chests rubbing provocatively against each other. He put his arm around her and led her to the bedroom, her hand on his sore bottom and his erection pointing the way.

Once there, he had her stand at the end of the bed and knelt before her, planting his face between her thighs, breathing in her scent, while his hands reached for the elastic of her panties to pull them down. He continued kissing and licking her pussy, and as the panties passed, his tongue slithered deeply into her slit, eliciting a deep sigh.

With her hands on his head, she pulled him away, sat on the bed, lay back, and pulled his face back into her seething slit, crying, “Oh God, Max! I love the way you do that to me!” Her plump pussy, unlike any he’d had the pleasure of licking before, enveloped his mouth such that he could feel her luscious lips against the sides of his mouth as it moved up and down her juicy slit.

Cries of ecstasy, panting breaths, and inarticulate grunts accompanied his efforts to bring her to an explosive climax. Her knees came up, and with her feet on the edge of the bed, she pushed against his mouth, her hands holding him to his task. Entwined in his short hair, she let him lead as her body writhed beneath his face.

Her yelps increased in pitch and frequency as he took her to the edge and over, her hips jerking spastically, leaving his face awash in her plentiful nectar. Her arms fell back on the bed above her while the euphoric waves swept through her.

In the throes of her rapture, she always seemed to forget his tendency to continue with his juicy dessert as though nothing had happened. “Oh fuck, Max!” she cried in mock protest when she felt several fingers plunging into her pussy while his tongue lapped up every tasty morsel of her syrup.

“Oh, Max! Max! Max!” she shouted when his fucking fingers curled up to stroke that magic spot inside, while at the same time, his tongue found her clit and teased it mercilessly.

Her mouth opened in a silent scream as another orgasm exploded within her. Her body flopped about like a caught fish, his tongue and fingers the hook and line that held her, prolonging the inconceivable rapture.

Unable to take any more, she escaped by sliding back on the bed, her head and arms falling to the bed, while her thighs and crotch still quivered, an occasional shudder or gasp still overtaking her. Her knees came together, closing her up tight as though to contain the bliss within.

When she opened her eyes, he was standing at the end of the bed where he’d knelt before, just watching her recover with a satisfied smile. She held her arms out to him, and he climbed onto the bed. As he neared, her legs parted again, spreading wide in invitation.

“Fuck me? Please!?” she begged with words and eyes. “Fuck me hard!” she clarified as he moved between her legs, steely shaft in hand, with an “Oh my God!” as he plunged his cock home.

He was looking down, watching his cock stabbing her frothing cunt when he felt her hands on his neck, pulling him down atop her cushy body and tits, the support of his elbows keeping him from crushing her. Still, she pulled his head down till each could hear the other’s labored breathing close to their ears.

“You feel so good, Tammy!” he gasped.

“Yeah? Did my naughty boy like having his bottom spanked?” she whispered in his ear, while her hands slid down his back onto his ass, a hard thrust the result of her fingers grasping his muscular cheeks. “You want to be spanked again, don’t you! Oh fuck!” she gasped as his lunges became more insistent. “You need to be spanked!” she said as she gave each cheek a firm smack.

“Oh! Yes! Spank me!” he begged as they both approached their peaks. Her hands stayed on his cheeks after each spank, pulling him into her and spanking again on his exit.

Their mutual ecstasy arrived shortly after, and with arms wrapped tightly around each other, their bodies trembled, neither sure whether it was their own or the other’s. The shaking subsided, but it took longer for their breathing to normalize, so they rolled to their sides, still in each other's embrace, giving their chests room to rise and fall.

Their eyes danced when they opened, speaking of their incredible state of mind. Kisses and caresses followed as they relived all they’d done.

“So, tell me about your spanking,” she said when she could speak, still stroking his chest, her hand slid down his side to his bottom, biting her lip with a cute smile. “Did I do it good?” she asked, still a bit unsure of herself and fishing for compliments.

“It was perfect!” he said, and her smile brightened. “I’ll remember it always!”

“I’m glad you liked it, because I did too! I can’t wait to do it again!” she added with raised eyebrows. “I got so into it, I forgot to give us both a rest from time to time,” she admitted.

“You know, I really liked that! Never knowing when, or even if, you were going to stop!”

“What about the end? Was that too much?”

“No! I loved that too!” he chuckled. “I’ve never seen or read it being done like that, but now it’s part of your unique style and I really liked them both, so please … do them again!”

“Right now?” she asked with a hopeful look. “With the paddle, maybe?”

“It’s in the drawer. You know where.”

Tammy giggled as she got off the bed to retrieve the paddle from the nightstand drawer. When she returned, she found him lying face down with a stack of pillows lifting his bottom.

“I loved having you in this position,” he explained, “I wish we had a strap, though I probably couldn’t take it if we did. Not too long this time, okay?”

“Push those sexy buns up for me!” she said, popping the paddle against her palm as she moved to kneel at his side.  “How many?”

“Twenty with the leather and ten with the wood on each side. I’ll let you decide how hard,” he said with a trusting smile. “Oh yeah!” he said with the first, “The leather feels so good in someone else’s hand!”

She inched a little closer after the first two and placed her hand on his back as though to hold him in place. The first ten came on alternate cheeks at a slower pace, with Tammy smiling broadly. She liked the position, the paddle, and his moaning reaction, but stopped for a short break before the second ten on each side.

“Oh! Oh, God!” he cried when the second round came fast with ten in a row on each side, but “Ooo, that was good!” he sighed when she finished each side with the hardest yet.

“Ready for the wood, Sexy Buns!?” she asked, his red buns sexier than ever.

He’d barely grunted his answer when the first ten came fast as well on alternate cheeks, followed immediately by the last ten, five in a row, faster but not quite as hard.

“Oh! Ohh! Oh, fuck!!” he gasped, happy when it was finally over. He reached back to soothe his sore ass, but her hands were already on it, her fingers and palms caressing gently, then fingertips touching lightly, stimulating the sensitive skin again. “Mmm, that feels good!” he encouraged her.

With his hips moving in concert with her hands, she saw an opportunity to get a hand underneath and took it, easily finding his cock, its growth accelerated by her touch.

“Why don’t you get up on your knees?” she suggested and rose on hers as well, stroking his newly freed cock with a firm grip, while her other hand continued the combination of soothing and stimulating fingers on his bright red bottom. “Mmm, want another little spaannnking?” she asked sedutively, drawing the operative word out. “Hm?” she asked with a pair of playful slaps.

“Oh, yeah, Tammy! Just like that!” he said, adding his ‘Spank me’ mantra repeatedly as she brought him to another climax after several minutes with the combined effects of both hands.

Once recovered, he stayed in the same position, while she offered up her pussy, sliding it under his face. He’d never seen her so wet, assuming she’d really liked reversing their roles this time, and he tried to make it even more special for his special lady.

They spent another hour in bed trying everything again and different orientations, but anything more than playful smacks to his butt was off the menu.

Another magical night, and as was their custom, Max made tea for them to drink out on the balcony, a calming strategy before she had to go home. Tammy was already enjoying the cooler evening and the beauty of the lights and active waterfront of historic Savannah. Sitting naked for the whole city to see ten floors up was now a pleasurable aftermath to their play.

“I brought a pillow out for your bottom!” she said with a giggle and accepted the cup of Earl Grey tea with lemon and honey, while he sat gingerly on the pillow she’d placed on the chaise lounge.

“Come here, you sexy thing!” he said, indicating the space between his legs.

Kissing him first, she sat and lay back against his chest with his arms wrapped lovingly around her. A couple of months ago, she couldn’t have imagined anything so idyllic, and here she was with her sexy man and his sexy – and very sore – buns.

“The project will probably wrap up in a month or two,” he said, knowing he had to tell her.

“Max!” she cried, turning to look at him with alarm. “No!”

“But the lease on this place will have more than six months left, and they’ve agreed to let me stay,” he said quietly, accepting her hugging arms and grateful kisses. “I’m not leaving anytime soon,” he added, hugging her waist and pulling her tightly to him, each silently thanking whatever deity or angel had brought them together.

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