Danielle and I had been dating about nine months.

We rapidly became joined at the hip, doing everything together. So, it didn’t take long for my secret desire to be spanked to be revealed.

We’d been rearranging some of her furniture, and as I passed by with a small wooden chair, she smacked me hard on the ass. I froze and then exhaled low and slow. She looked curiously and pointedly at my crotch.

I’d gone from flaccid inside my sweatpants to as hard as a rock — in an instant. My erection was like a divining rod. I tried to keep walking, but she snagged me by the back of my pants and asked, “What’s that?”

I put the chair down and decided to give humor a shot. “My dick. You’ve seen it once or twice.”

Her cheeks were... Read More