Even though I've poured out my heart to my darling Rosie about my spanking obsession, I never thought she'd help me with it until one night when I just couldn't get to sleep because my mind kept replaying all my spanking fantasies. My wife seemed restless too. She kept moving about, and I could tell from her breathing that she hadn't dropped off to sleep.

Finally Rosie rolled over, and her hand fell on my brief-covered bottom. I could feel myself tense at her touch, though it had seemed unintentional. I had just started to breathe more freely again when I felt her hand begin to lightly trace the curve of my ass. I didn't respond, pretending to be asleep, but I'm sure she was well aware that my attention was riveted to the hand gently playing with my behind.

She innocently trailed her fingers along one leg... Read More