I have noticed something, I said. What is that, she asked, a little put off by my disturbance of her post-spanking bliss. You get wet every time I spank you. I let my hand slide down between her thighs, so the side of my index finger rested against her pussy, which was leaking to prove my point. Even in anticipation, as you get across my lap.
I could not see Natalie's face, but knowing her, I was sure its color matched that of her ass. She didn't say anything, but pressed her thighs together, trapping my hand and tensing up her ass. It was a bit late for this defensive move.
It is fine, Natalie. I tried to get her to relax again. As you may have noticed every time you offer me your gratitude, administering your spankings gets me quite worked up as well. I am pleased to see that they have the same effect on you.
But that is different... She relaxed a little, but my hand was still trapped. How is that different, Natalie? Well, I am lying here with my bare bottom across your lap, so you can see everything. Even more than I thought you could apparently... And you are the one doing the spanking... And you are the man. I am the one lying here in this embarrassing position across your lap. I am the one being spanked. Almost like a child! I would not spank a child, Natalie, and I wouldn't look at a child the way I look at what you show me, when you are across my lap. I know, she said, but you are all dignified and in control, I am in this rather undignified, embarrassing position. Can't you see that it is extra embarrassing that you point out that I get wet from it too?
Of course I can, but that is not why I brought it up. Rather the opposite. I don't think it is something to be embarrassed about. And I wanted you to know that I know, and that I don't think it is something to be embarrassed about.
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I have noticed something, I said. What is that, she asked, a little put off by my disturbance of her post-spanking bliss. You get wet every time I spank you. I let my hand slide down between her thighs, so the side of my index finger rested against her pussy, which was leaking to prove my point. Even in anticipation, as you get across my lap.
I could not see Natalie's face, but knowing her, I was sure its color matched that of her ass. She didn't say anything, but pressed her thighs together, trapping my hand and tensing up her ass. It was a bit late for this defensive move.
It is fine, Natalie. I tried to get her to relax again. As you may have noticed every time you offer me your gratitude, administering your spankings gets me quite worked up as well. I am pleased to see that they have the same effect on you.
But that is different... She relaxed a little, but my hand was still trapped. How is that different, Natalie? Well, I am lying here with my bare bottom across your lap, so you can see everything. Even more than I thought you could apparently... And you are the one doing the spanking... And you are the man. I am the one lying here in this embarrassing position across your lap. I am the one being spanked. Almost like a child! I would not spank a child, Natalie, and I wouldn't look at a child the way I look at what you show me, when you are across my lap. I know, she said, but you are all dignified and in control, I am in this rather undignified, embarrassing position. Can't you see that it is extra embarrassing that you point out that I get wet from it too?
Of course I can, but that is not why I brought it up. Rather the opposite. I don't think it is something to be embarrassed about. And I wanted you to know that I know, and that I don't think it is something to be embarrassed about.