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The Prescription

By: caring elf



It was a cold rainy November day. A touch of sleet was falling. It was a good day to stay home by the fireplace, nice and warm and comfy with a glass of wine, a trashy novel loaded with sex and the vibrator. The kids were going away for the whole day, having gone with the neighbors going upstate to ski. They wouldn't be back until late tonight. The whole day was mine.

Unfortunately, there were a thousand things to do, not to mention some early Christmas shopping without the kids around. ‘Oh well,' I thought.

I put on my coat, my LL Bean "gripper" shoes, a hat and some gloves. Grabbing the car keys, I headed out the door figuring it's 9:30, I'll have a good head start on the crowds.

* * * 

Once out I found the roads and store remarkably uncrowded. The weather must have kept all the sane people home, like I should be. None the less, time flies and by 1:30 my list is almost done. All that is left is the sinus medication at Mr. Hopper's drug store outside of town. Getting in the car and putting it in gear, I can't help but think, "There may be hope for that fireplace and me yet."

* * * 

It‘s only a 10 minute drive to the drug store which is located on the very edge of town, almost in the wooded area. It is a little out of the way, but his prices are so much cheaper that even the chain store, it is worth the drive.

As I pulled up, I noticed that the store appeared a little dark, but the lights in the back by the pharmacy area are still on. There are also two cars in the parking lot besides my own, so that must mean someone is here.

Going to the front door, there is a small sign on it that says, GONE TO LUNCH...WILL RETURN IN 30 MINUTES.

"SHIT," I thought, ‘I don't need this...I don't want to sit out here in the car for a fucking 30 minutes!'

I looked at the door again and noticed it was ajar. Pushing gently, it opened.

‘What luck! Mr. Hopper is a nice man, maybe he will help me even if he is at lunch...after all, it's only a pickup.'

The front of the store is darkened but there is a light near a door in the pharmacy area in the rear. I moved past the well stocked isles. As I did, I couldn't help but think, ‘this place has everything, no wonder people come here even if it is out of the way.'

I didn't want to surprise or scare Mr. Hopper so I called gently to let him know I'm here. "Hello…Mr. Hopper."

There's no answer so I continued to move slowly down the aisles toward the back where the light is coming from.

"Hello...Mr. Hopper...are you're here?"

...Still no answer. "This is ridiculous you,' I thought, ‘he must be here somewhere.'

As I approached the door at the rear of the store marked "Employees Only" I heard something...it sounds like tapping of some sort. I thought, ‘It's probably Mr. Hopper...who else could it be?'

As I stepped up to the door the tapping took on a much sharper, crisper slapping sound followed by a slight moan. I froze...maybe the drugstore was being held up and whoever it was robbing the place was beating up Mr. Hopper...or maybe Mr. Hopper was having a heart attack and someone was trying to help him.

I took out my cell phone and was ready to dial 911 but figured I better check just to make sure what was happening so I could tell the emergency operator...I don't want to look foolish if there is a simpler explanation. 

I pushed on the door ever so lightly. If it was a robbery, I didn't want the robbers to know I was there. Carefully I peeked...just a bit... around the corner of the door into the room... 

I couldn't believe it! At first I didn't know the woman, but looking over at the clothes draped in the leather chair, I realized that those were the clothes I had seen Karen Kern wearing just and hour or so ago when I ran into her in the market. I couldn't help but think, ‘Karen, like me, is in her late forties. She always claims to be happily married to Bob and loves her four kids. Yet, here she was in the back of a pharmacy, dressed in only her bra and blouse being soundly spanked on her bare bottom by Mr. Hopper.'

I backed away from the door, letting it close very quietly. I leaned back against the wall trying to catch my breath. I think, unconsciously, I hadn't breathed for the last couple of minutes for fear of getting caught. Propriety and manners dictated that I should leave as quietly as possible and come back at another time…but…I couldn't. 

I had never told anyone…I didn't think they would understand…or even worse they would think I was a pervert or weird. I had been fascinated with spanking for years. No, not spanking children, but spanking adult men and women in a sexual content. I wanted to see someone spanked and here was my chance.

Slowly and carefully, I gently opened the door a crack again. Even though his back was to me, I could see that Mr. Hopper had Karen firmly over his lap, I could see some of Karen's bottom and her bare legs. On the other side, her hands were bound with something in front of her and her blouse appeared bunched up.

Mr. Hopper was slowly but steadily whacking away at her exposed bottom. Each time he made contact I could see her jerk and occasionally give a slight "Ow" or a loan moan. 

At first, I couldn't understand why she would allow him to do this to her, but it all made sense when he stopped and said, "What do think Karen, should I stop?"

In the most lust filled tone I think I have ever heard, she replied, " NO…no…keep doing it…only harder."

"Ok," he replied and the spanking commenced again. This time, I could even tell at the door that the slapping on her bottom had gotten harder. The moans were louder and were more frequent as were the "Ow's" and an occasional yelp.

I let the door close and I leaned back against the wall again trying to catch my breath. 

All of a sudden, this urge swept over me. It was a feeling of lust...of pure fucking horniness unlike I have experienced since I was a young girl and watched my father fuck my mother on the washing machine in the basement.

I looked around to make sure I couldn't be seen from the front of the store. I opened my coat, lifted my sweater slightly and unbuckled and unzipped my jeans. Making one additional check, I pulled my panties out a bit and snaked my hand down the open jeans to my pussy. IT AND MY PANTIES WERE FUCKING SOAKED!

So there I stood…hand in my pants, masturbating like there is no tomorrow while listing to someone I know in the next room get the hardest spanking I had ever seen…or heard. Even stranger, if possible, was the more I heard her cry out, the faster I rubber my clit and the hotter I got. More…and more…and more, until a thought flashed into my head from out of nowhere: ‘I wish that was my ass getting spanked like that!'

BOOM! LIKE A BLAST I CAME! I came so hard my whole body seemed to stiffen and convulse…my legs buckled and I slid down the wall onto the floor. It was all I could do to keep from screaming. I looked down and realized, not only had I come but also I had soaked my panties and jean crotch with my female cum. 

It took a few minutes to recover. I put my clothes back in order and composed myself. The spanking was still going on and I had to have one last peak.

Gently I pushed the door open a crack as I had before and looked in.

Mr. Hopper was still spanking Karen slowly but with a steady rhythm. She was twisting and turning slightly with each stroke. 

I was so concentrated on his hitting her bottom and the reaction of her legs that I failed to notice her head. She had been turning it back and forth, but at this particular time her eyes were open…with a look of horror, she saw me! When our eyes met, I knew I had to leave quickly.

I let the door close, hurried down the aisles, opened the front door and left without saying a word. I got in the car, pulled out of the lot and headed for home as fast as I could. Looking at the clock in my car dashboard, I realized all that had transpired in just 10 minutes. I was still weak and shaken as I drove home.

* * * 

I was a wreck. When I got home, I masturbated again with the sights and sounds still fresh in my mind. I didn't know what to think…it was all very frightening and ravenously exciting sat the same time!

It was about 4:30 in the afternoon. I was sitting in the living room with a drink thinking about what I saw, heard and even more so…thought. The phone rang and I answered it.

"Hello."

"Lyn, " the voice on the other end said.

"Yes," I replied.

"Hi…this is Karen."

I was trying to think…who was Karen…then it hit me and I froze.

"Lyn," she said again questioningly.

"Y…Yes, " I stuttered in reply.

"Lyn," she continued, " it's Ok…talk to me."

"I…I don't know what to say."

"Don't say anything right now. I'd like for us to sit and talk. Are you available any time tomorrow?"

"I guess so…"

"What time would be good for you?"

I had to think. The kids are home but they would be in school as normal. "Uh…any time between…say 9:00 and noon."

"Great," she said, "how about coffee at the diner…no…no, even better, how about coming to my house, 12 Striking Lane at say…ten…everyone will be out and we girls can talk in private."

"Ok, I'll see you then."

"Thanks, looking forward to it…see you in the morning."

* * * 

The weather was still cold, but I didn't really feel it…I was still heated from yesterday. I left the house at five to nine…didn't want to be late, but then didn't want to appear to be too eager either. After all, the address was only a 15 minute drive from here at this time of the day.

I was wrong…with all the weekday traffic it took 25 minutes to get there. I pulled into the driveway and parked. As I got out of the car, I looked around…I don't know why…I just thought I didn't want people to know why I was there…but how would they…this is crazy.

As I am looking, the door opened and Karen waved to me. "Hi...come on in and get out of the cold."

I walked to the door and went in. She was right…it was cold.

"I'm glad you could come," she said. "Did you have any problems finding here?"

"No…None," I replied, "just the traffic."

"Yeah," she agreed, nodding her head, "it seems to get worse all the time. Come on into the kitchen."

She led the way through the rooms and into a small kitchen in the back of the house. It was adjacent to the dining room but she pointed to a small café style table in the corner of the kitchen. "We could sit in the dining room, but I like this small table here…it's more comfortable and cozy. I don't get to use it much except when I'm the only one home…otherwise with Jim and the kids, we use the dining room."

"This is fine," I said, taking off my coat and sitting down.

"I was out earlier this morning so I stopped at the bakery, " she continued, "and got us some mini Danish and sweet rolls. Would you like some coffee…or tea perhaps?"

"Tea would be fine, thank you."

She had apparently prepared for either choice because it was only a moment before she came with a pot and poured hot tea into the cup in front of me. She then retrieved to coffee pot and poured herself a cup. Replacing the pot on the machine, she returned and sat down with me…rather gingerly as I noticed.

She looked up at me…saw that I noticed and said, "Yes, it's sore, but not just from that."

I didn't say a word.

"Let's talk," she said, "and I'm relying on your discretion that what I say stays here between us. Can I rely on that?"

"Of course," I replied.

"Good. First let's talk about what you saw."

"Ok."

"What you saw was exactly as it seemed. I'm not having an affair with Mr. Hopper…I just go to him…when I want…or need...to be spanked."

I just sat there. You could hear a pin drop between us. Here I was having a social tea with a woman who was telling me how she wants to be spanked. How I was wishing I could put my hands down and rub…I had to stay calm.

"Shall I continue," she asked? 

I nodded.

"Good. First, I've got to say that my husband Jim is a wonderful lover…I've got 4 kids to prove that."

I laughed.

"Yeah, I know," she said. "That aside…there are things besides husbands and boyfriends that turn us on. What do you think women are doing when they read all those sexy romance novels or see a hot part of a movie or soap? Don't tell me there isn't a hand or two going between their legs for a fantasized come."

"You're probably right," I said remembering the times I frigged my clit silly over a soap where the actress was fucked early in the morning by an old boyfriend who climbed in the window while she was staying at her mothers' house.

"You're damn right I'm right," Karen replied." Well my thing is spanking. I first got turned on when I was in college and I pledged my fraternity. The final part of the pledge week involved each pledge being stripped naked and spanked by all six members of the pledge committee in front of all the members. Each committee member gave each pledge 20 hard slaps on her bare ass…each with their own method."

"God," I said.

"Yeah, that's what I thought when I first found out. Unfortunately, at that point there was no backing out or I would have been an outcast for the rest of my college years. Left with no other choice, I went ahead. By the time the night was over, each of us had been given 20 whacks on our bottoms by hand, with rulers, with belts, with hairbrushes, with paddles and with a riding crop… 120 whacks in total. My ass was on fire. I thought I had made it…until I found there was one more catch."

"What the hell else did they do," I asked in an incredulous tone.

"When they were through with the spankings, each of the paddled pledges was blindfolded and led into another room. Once there we were tied face up to a bed with our legs spread wide open and our asses on a scratchy blanket which abused our already sore bottoms with every movement. Next they went after our pussies with tongues and vibrators to see how fast and how many times we could come in 15 minutes. It turned out that each pledge had a team assigned to her. Their mission was to bring her off as many times as they could in the allotted time. They winning team a $200 prize collected by the pledges during pledge week."

"What happened?"

"Well, I had always been an easy come when I did myself…but...between the spankings, what was happening and the fact that every one was looking at me was…to my great surprise…a major turn on. They brought me to 8 orgasms in the 15 minutes and walked away with the prize."

"Eight!"

"Yeah. I don't know how and it has never happened since…The point of all this is I associated the spankings with the orgasms and ever since, the orgasms I have when I fantasize about being spanked or am actually spanked are very powerful and deep ones."

I just sat and listened…I had never heard anything like this.

"Now," she continued, "My husband Jim is a darling who will do anything I want…except spank me good and hard. It's just not in him to "beat" a woman he tells me. I've explained that he is not "beating me" and how this is a turn on but the best he can bring himself to do is just a few light taps on my rear. Needless to say…that is far short of what I want when I'm horny."

I understood the concept of what she was saying. I had more than one boyfriend and a husband who wanted their cocks sucked all the time but wouldn't go near my clit with their tongue. Nonetheless I had to press the issue…"But how did you wind up where I saw you yesterday?" (‘Listen to me, ‘ I thought, ‘ I still can't say the words being spanked.")

"About two years ago after a big fight, Jim and I went to see a family counselor. The outcome was a bargain that I could find a spanking partner so long as it was…one, confined to spanking and no other form of sexual activity… two, done outside our home with the utmost discretion…and finally…three, done with someone outside our circle of friends and acquaintances. I agreed. In a solo session with the counselor, she said she knew someone who might fill the bill if I was interested. Of course I was so she gave me the name and a number. The rest is history and it works out well."

"How so?"

"Well…every so often when I feel the need, I make an appointment and get a spanking. Jim knows when I come home from the spankings I'm horny as hell so the sex that night is out of this world. The spankings loosen my libido so much that I'm able to do things I never really did in the past."

"Such as…"

"Such as anal sex. Between the spanking and a little wine, I get so loose that I can easily accommodate Jim's cock up my ass. The next day I'm a little sore from it but what a night of memories! You saw me sit down gingerly before…"

"Yeah…"

Well besides the spanking, that is the result of getting it in the ass not only last night but again this morning, about 20 minutes before you arrived. When I came back in from the bakery, he was up and getting ready to go to work. Before he finished dressing, I figured I would blow him and send him off with a smile on his face but he had other ideas…oh, he had the smile all right but I wound up being undressed and the load wasn't in my mouth, it was up my ass…and do you know what else?"

"No what?"

"I loved it!"

I sat back and said the only thing I could think of…"Wow!" the voyeur in me also thought that if I had been here at 9am on the dot, I could have seen Karen getting laid…oh god do I need to come. 

"What do you think," Karen asked after a few moments of silence passed between us.

"I don't know what to say,' I replied.

"Will you keep this between us?"

"Of course, of course!"

"Good. Did my story turn you on?"

‘What,' I thought, ‘did I hear her right?'…"Excuse me," I asked. "I asked you if my story turned you on…I guess more specifically, does the concept of spankings turn you on?"

I didn't know what to answer.

"I take it," she continued," that your silence is an affirmative answer…Are you horny…Lyn, honey…are your pants wet?"

I was still too embarrassed to say anything

She stood up and came over to me. She reached down and slid her hand between my legs...I'm no lezzy but for some reason I didn't make a move to stop her.

"I thought so," she said, "I have a sense for this..."

She held out her hand and gestured for me to stand. I took her hand and did as she wanted.

"Have you ever been spanked, not as a child but rather as a woman Lyn," she asked.

I shook my head…my mouth just wasn't working.

"It's ok honey," she said, "Come on with me to the spare bedroom."

I froze.

"It's ok…it's just us girls, the doors are locked and no one will be home for another several hours. Besides, all we'll need in a few minutes…come on with me."

She took me by the hand and led me down the hall to her spare bedroom. It was a small but nice room with a dresser, small desk and chair and a fair-sized bed. When we entered, she closed the door and locked it.

"For your additional assurance of privacy," she said.

She sat on the bed and patted the space next to her. "Sit here with me and let's talk a bit she said."

I sat next to her, very nervous, but also very wet.

She said, " I think that you are someone who would probably like to be spanked but who never had the opportunity or the nerve. I'll help you to explore that here and now on a test basis unless you tell me no. just say the word "no" and we'll go back to the kitchen and have another cup of coffee and tea and you can leave…otherwise…"

She left the sentence unfinished and hanging in the air. Part of me wanted not only to say "no", but actually scream it! In the end though, I sat in silence.

"Ok Lyn," she said," stand up and face me."

I stood and did as she asked. She began unbuckling my pants belt and then opening the button at the top and pulling the zipper down. She then, using a hand on each side, pulled both my pants and panties down my thighs and past my knees. Here I was with my pants down in front of a woman I hardly knew…I felt tremendously embarrassed…and at he same time…turned on.


The Prescription Ch. 02



Prelude: 

Divorced mother of 2, Lynn Stewart was running errands around town one winter day. She stopped at the pharmacy to pick up a prescription and saw something that changed her ...

Read the first chapter, "The Prescription," to understand what she saw. Chapter 2 continues.

Enjoy...Compliments of Caring Elf 

The Prescription (Chapter 2)

It wasn't as embarrassing as I thought it would be.

I called Karen and told her I had thought about what she had said and I felt I needed to know more. She told me that is just the way she originally felt and suggested I talk to the same counselor she had seen. I agreed. She told me hang up and she would call me back in a few minutes after seeing if the counselor had any time open.

When you are on edge and excited, it is amazing how long seconds and minutes can be. In reality, Karen called me back in about five minutes and had the counselor on her other line.

"She has mornings open Lynn," Karen said. "I thought that would be the best time for you, what do you think?"

"Yeah...that's fine," I replied, "Mornings are great."

"What about tomorrow," she asked, "She has an opening about ten..."

I found myself saying," Ten is fine," without even checking to see if I had anything on my schedule. 'Fuck it if it isn't,' I thought, 'It's about time I did something for me.'

Karen came back on the line and informed me she had made the appointment for 10am the next morning and then gave me the address and the counselor's name.

"Will you be there," I asked?

"No honey, but don't worry. Everything will be fine...you'll see."

I thanked her and then hung up. 

I stood there in the kitchen just staring out the window, kind of taking stock of what was happening. Here I was holding a piece of paper with a counselors name on it. I was going to this stranger to tell her that I wanted to be spanked and see if she could arrange for someone to pull my pants and panties down and spank my bare ass. I couldn't believe I was actually doing this!

Then I thought about what I saw in the drugstore, what had happened at Karen's house and how I felt. I looked at the clock...it was about another two hours before anyone would be home. I went into the bedroom, got my vibrator from the drawer where I hide it and began to take off my pants. 

"Boy," I thought, 'It's going to be a long wait until 10am tomorrow...'

* * * 

The meeting with the counselor, Dr Stone, went well. She was a likeable lady who put me at ease from the moment I walked in.

She asked me some questions as to what I thought I was looking for. I was honest in telling her I wasn't sure so we chatted about my past. 

I described for her my mundane and totally predictable life...the house, the kids, my ex-husband and my career. I think I talked about everything I knew for about 15 minutes before she politely asked, "and what about your sexual experiences Lynn?"

I felt a lump come to my throat. Even though she was a professional, I felt very embarrassed about talking about my experiences to her. Hell, the only time I had talked about them in the past was in bullshit sessions with some of my girlfriends where we all knew that we were mostly telling lies. 

After some hemming, hawing and dancing around the topic I finally, with her help in filling in some of 'the words,' told her of my sexual experiences before, during and after my marriage to my ex husband. We also talked about what had occurred over the last two days. She was very non-judgmental (I don't why I thought she would be otherwise) and seemed to understand when I told her I wasn't sure what it was I wanted. All I knew was that I was turned on by what had occurred and was curious about experiencing it again...but maybe differently.

By the time our session was done I felt more at ease. I felt she really understood. She felt I was a good candidate to enjoy the pleasures of bondage and spanking. She told me she would look at her list of people and would see who she thought would be best for me. When she found the person, she would call.

"One other thing," she asked. "Do you prefer a man or a woman for your experiences?"

I thought for a second. Listening to Karen and then having her spank and masturbate me was a major turn on. On the other hand, in my masturbating, it excited me to no end to imagine my pussy rubbing against a hard cock as my ass was paddled....

"Man, please," I answered.

"Ok," was her reply, "I'll let you know...drive safe."

I left her office and walked back to my car. Our conversations had covered just as many erotic topics as I had with Karen the previous day. With Dr Stone, though, they seemed...more common and matter of fact...like listing the ingredients in a recipe. By the time I had reached my car, the thought of having a man pull my pants down, see me bare-ass and paddle my fat ass for my pleasure was too much. I was turned on and horny in a major way.

My car was parked at the far end of the lot near the wooded edge of the property. I had parked there so that no one 'would know' that I was there and seeing Dr. Stone. I know it seems paranoid, but this was all something new to me. The nervous nelly in me imagined Dr. Stone's office with the words 'Spanking Consultant' on her door...if anyone knew, I would DIE of embarrassment!

Anyway, when I reached the car, I looked around. Seeing no one else near or anywhere else for that matter, I went to the other side of the car which was sheltered by the trees. I felt really horny but knew that I couldn't very well masturbate out in public. I knew however, that I had to do something then and there!

Deciding on the next best thing, I opened the rear passenger door and sat on the back seat. Looking around, I lifted my hips, reached under the skirt I was wearing and removed both my pantyhose and my panties, putting them in my oversized bag. 

Taking another look around to make sure I was still alone and unobserved, I reached under my sweater, pulled my arms out of the sleeves and, with several maneuvers, succeeded in removing my bra. It joined my other underwear in the bag.

Sliding my arms back into the sweater, I stood, looked around again, then closed the door and returned to the driver's side of the car. I had a tremendous sense of forbidden freedom: I had no underwear on under my clothes and I was out in public! What a naughty experience!

While not the biggest in the world, my breasts were, as my ex-husband used to say, 'a good handful.' As such, since they first developed when I was a teenager, the only times I went without a bra was when I was bathing, sleeping or during sex. Here I was now, in public, without one and with my nipples being wonderfully rubbed by the material of my sweater. Feeing deliciously sexy with stimulated nipples, free moving breasts and no underwear on, I then got in the car and headed for home. 

As I drove, I was extremely turned on by my lack of underwear. I decided to take the back roads where there would be less traffic and I could make the feelings last longer. The strap of the shoulder harness rubbed my against my nipple over and over again. I could feel myself getting quite wet from that alone.

Looking around I took the other breast in my hand and began to hold it and play with it at the same time...it was a wonderful feeling. At one point, I pulled over and, looking around to make sure I couldn't be seen, wet my fingers and reached under the sweater to fondle the nipples directly...soooo lovely. I knew though that I HAD to get home so I straightened up, took a deep breath and headed for home once again. I was thoroughly enjoying my naughty ride home.

* * *

When I got home and saw that there was no one there (not that there should be at that hour), I pulled into the garage and shut the door. I was feeling very, very horny, sexy and free, all at once. I decided that just masturbating in my room with the door closed was not going to do it for me...I wanted to do something different...something more exciting. Then it hit me...

Once the door was down, I went around to the front of the car, pulled up and bunched my skirt around my waist and sat on the hood. The engine was off but the hood was still nice and warm as it touched the bare cheeks of my ass. 

Over the years I had read the supermarket magazines that said you can spice up your sex life by doing it in different places at different times. Unfortunately, no on ever talked about sex in my family and my ex-husband was content with twice a week, missionary style, in the bedroom, in the dark. Now here I was in my garage...in the daytime...bare-assed....sitting on the car engine hood...and going to do it... I felt deliciously dirty.

I pulled off my sweater and lay back fondling my nipples which felt wonderfully alive in the cool garage. With my feet up on the hood and my legs positioned wide apart, I reached down and began to stimulate my clit...I like to roll it between my thumb and index finger, making it swell and harden. My juices provided me with slickness as I pleasured my firm clit. I had my eyes closed...not because of where I was but I find it helps me to focus on what I am doing. 

I was visualizing lying over a mans lap, his hardness pressing into me....he tells me he wants me bare and I feel his hands reaching into my panties and drawing them down over my hips...and down to my knees....his hand is sitting on my bare ass, patting it lightly as he tells me I am a bad girl who needs a good spanking...

I don't know how long it was...I was breathing hard...my legs got that tingling feeling and began to tremble. My mouth was dry...I was feeling the urge to push down, almost as if to push the orgasm out of me....

He is spanking me...over and over...I'm being spanked....and he is soooo hard...ooooohhhhhhh...

I don't cum for long periods...but the orgasm I had, while short, was very intense...I stopped caring about the world or where I was. All I thought about were the wonderful feelings I was experiencing. It was one of the best self pleasured orgasms I had ever had...I just lay there...satiated...spent...feeling like a woman.

* * * 

It had been a crazy day. Work was normal...insane...everything due about 4 hours before I even knew about it. The phone rang and I answered it as I do a thousand times a day. This call was a little different...it was Dr Stone.

"Lynn, this is Dr. Stone."

"Oh, hi doctor," I replied.

"I have someone I think may be ideal to help you, Lynn. His name is Don Philips. I have known him and his wife Betty for years. They are both very familiar with spanking and light bondage in a pleasure sense and I feel that he will provide you with the experience you're looking for in a safe and comfortable environment."

"Ok."

"His phone number is 631-8599. He works from his home, so you can call him whenever you like and set up a mutually convenient meeting time and place. Do you have any questions?"

"Does...does he know about me," I asked?

"He knows what you are looking for, just as we talked about yesterday. Feel free to talk with him about it though."

"Ok."

"Just relax and remember what we talked about...Ok? I'll be here if you need me...just call...enjoy yourself."

"Ok...thanks."

I hung up the phone and just sat there for a few minutes letting it all sink in. I was debating with myself as to whether or not to call Mr. Phillips. At first I wasn't going to call...but then I started remembering the feelings and sensations at Karen's...'Ok,' I decided, 'I'll call.'

Next I debated with myself as to when to call him. Finally I decided to just bite the bullet and dialed the phone.

The phone rang several times before a man answered. "Hello?"

"Hello, I'm looking for Mr. Don Phillips," I said.

"Speaking," he replied.

"I was referred to you by Dr. Stone."

"Lynn," the voice asked in a questioning tone?

"Yes," I answered.

The voice on the phone changed to a warm social tone. "Well, hi," he said. "Dr. Stone said you might be calling. How are you?"

"Fine, thank you...and yourself?"

"Fine also...so...do you want to get together and talk?"

"Yes, I guess so...I mean, yes, please."

"Did you have a specific time in mind," he asked?

"No."

"Then how about tomorrow?"

I looked at my calendar. There were no meetings scheduled and the bosses were all out of town, so I figured what the hell.

"What time?"

"9:30 too early?"

I smiled to myself remembering my '9:30 meeting' with Karen...maybe it's a sign.

"No," I replied, "9:30 will be fine."

"Great. Come to 1122 Milan Road...do you need directions?"

"No, I know where Milan Road is, so I'll find it. Do I need to bring anything?"

"Just yourself...see you in the morning."

"Ok, see you then...goodbye and thanks."

"Bye."

I hung up the phone and sat there for a few minutes. All I could think was 'MY god, I can't believe what's happening to me."

* * *

It was a long night. I made dinner for the kids, did 3 loads of laundry and spent about an hour working on a project for work that was due in two weeks. I was trying to take my mind off of the next morning...but it didn't work. Where I was going and what I was going to do in the morning was right there in my thoughts.

I didn't sleep much that night. It was a night of anxiety, anticipation and imagination. It seemed to never end.

I got up around five after tossing and turning most of the night. I spent almost an hour before anyone else got up trying to decide what I should wear. 'What do you wear to a spanking,' I thought. 'Should I wear a skirt so he can just lift it...or should I not appear too anxious and wear pants?' 

My thoughts were cut short by the rising of the rest of the household. I left everything on the bed and went down to begin the morning breakfast / off to school routine.

The kids got off eventually and I looked at the clock: it was 8:30. I knew it would probably take me 20 minutes to reach the house so that left me only 40 minutes to get washed, dressed and out.

I jumped in the shower. By the time I got out, dried off, brushed my teeth and did my hair, I had wasted 25 minutes...I don't know how...but I did. I decided to wear pants and a sweater because it was chilly out and I didn't want to seem too sexy. I left my bra off though...I remembered the feeling of my bare nipples rubbing against the wooly material from the day before: I shivered at the thought.

Checking the house to be sure everything was shut off and locked, I raced to the garage. Starting the car, I backed out of the driveway and was on my way with only a minute or two to spare according to my calculations.

* * * 

I reached the Phillips' house on Milan road right on time. It was a very nice split ranch with a lot of land around it. I was always envious of houses with a lot of land since my neighbors are so close that I think I could reach out at times and reach into their homes. Before getting out of the car I changed my shoes. I had worn flats but I felt I wanted to be just a little bit dressy, so I had brought a pair of low heels. They also made me feel taller and more 'statuesque'.

I ran the bell and heard steps coming to the door.

The door opened and a very lovely woman greeted me. "You must be Lynn," she said, " I'm Betty Phillips...come on in dear."

She had a very firm but pleasing voice. I guessed she must be in her late 50's, but no more than 60. I was comforted in seeing that she was not some skinny fashion plate: she was full figured and dressed in an apparently well worn sweat suit that provided her a great deal of comfort...as well as hide the few extra pounds that were on her hips. I found myself strangely attracted to her.

I kind of mentally shook my head and thought,' What am I doing...why am I sizing her up...it's her husband that is going to be spanking me.' Shades of Karen flashed in my head.

"Don is in the kitchen Lynn, just follow me and I'll show you."

I followed her through the large living room, dining room and finally into an equally large but warm and comfortable looking kitchen. A man, sitting in a chair having a cup of coffee, rose as I entered the room and extended his hand. "Hi Lynn, I'm Don Phillips."

I eyed him up and down quickly as I took his hand and shook it..."Hi, nice to meet you."

"Please," he said, pulling out a chair, " Have a seat. Can I get you anything to eat or drink...a cup of tea or coffee?"

"No, thank you...I'm fine."

He looked approximately the same age as his wife. He had graying hair, blue eyes and a pleasing smile. While obviously no athlete, his shape was none the less pleasing...and I'm not sure why but comfortable looking. I guess I looked like a deer caught in the headlights because I just sat there looking at him and Betty who had taken the chair opposite me at the table. She was the one who finally broke the awkward silence.

"So, you went to Dr. Stone...how did you hear of her?"

"I was referred by my friend Karen."

"You know Karen," she chirped up, " Isn't she a doll?"

"Yes, " I replied.

Silence once again fell on the table for a minute or so until Betty broke it.

"Dr Stone referred you to Don for a spanking. How long have you been into spanking?"

I lowered my eyes in embarrassment before I answered, " Ah...about...two..."

"Two years, " she asked?

"Two...days."

There was silence. Don looked at Betty and she looked back at him then reached across the table and took my hand in hers. "That's ok dear, we all started at some time...none of us were born into it. What do you like?"

I looked at her. "I'm sorry, I'm not sure what you mean...I mean...Dr Stone referred me to your husband saying he would...would..."

"Spank you are the words you are looking for, my dear. Yes, my Don will give you a spanking."

Taking a sip from his cup, Don spoke up. "What my wife is referring to is what you think you want to be spanked with. Do you want me to use my hand, a hairbrush, a paddle or something else."

"I don't know," I answered. "I...I don't want to be beaten or abused...just..."

"Ok, " he said, "I understand, "Just spanked. Do you want to be tied or free?"

"I'm not sure."

"Do you want to be spanked over your clothes or bare?"

'OH GOD,' I thought, 'what an embarrassing question.'

Betty jumped in to save me. "Don, I think she really isn't sure so maybe we should go with a sample of everything so she can decide for herself. How about that Lynn?"

I just nodded yes.

Don smiled and said," That's a good idea Betty. Lynn do you know about using 'safe words'?"

I just shook my head.

"Ok," he continued, "You decide on a word...some word that you can remember easily and tell it to me. Once we start the spanking, you can 'resist' me or yell 'No, please don't', but I will continue. If you really want me to stop whatever it is I am doing, you say the safe word and everything stops immediately. Understand?"

"Yes," I replied.

"What do you want to use as our safe word," he asked.

I thought for a moment for something I wouldn't forget. All of a sudden it struck me. The one thing I would never forget is my morning with Karen, so I turned to him and said, "Karen."

They both laughed and he said, "Are you ready to start?"

"Yes."

"Would you like Betty to be there, or just you and I?"

I hadn't thought about it, but it occurred to me what would happen if he and I were alone and he didn't stop if I said 'Karen.' 

"I don't mind her being there if she doesn't," I answered

"There's no problem with that dear," Betty said. Rising from her chair, she came over to me, took my hand and helping me up said, "Let's go to the family room and set up."

I rose and followed her back through the dining room, living room, past the front door to a darkened family room. As she turned on the lights, I saw it was a typical family room. There was a large sofa in the center facing a wall mounted television and a couple of comfortable looking armchairs. There was also a large desk situated near the windows on the back of the house which gave the individual sitting at the desk a complete view of the entire room including the television. The walls were covered with pictures and book cases and the floor with some very plush comfortable carpet. 




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I was taking in the surroundings when I heard a noise behind me. Betty had opened a large walk-in closet and was pulling out a piece of furniture that looked like a large 2-step stool covered with black leather padding all around. I looked at it and then at Don who had just entered the room and shut the door.

"Are you ready to get started Lynn?"

I just looked at him with a confused look on my face and then at the "step-stool" Betty had pulled out..

Seeming to read my mind he said," It's a spanking bench. You kneel on it and it supports your body so that you are comfortable while being spanked."

"I...I thought I would be over your lap," I said sheepishly.

He smiled and looked at Betty. I saw that she was smiling also. "We can do it that way...no problem. Betty, get us a chair from the kitchen."

Betty was gone less than a minute, returning with one of the straight-backed armless chairs we had been sitting on in the kitchen. She placed it in the center of an open space in the room and Don sat down.

"Ok Lynn," he said, "Come here."

I put my bag down and walked over to him.

"What is the safe word we agreed upon," he asked?

"K...K...Karen," I replied stuttering.

"Good ," he said, " Now remember that unless you say that, we will continue until I think you have had enough. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Good! Now young lady, over my lap and we will begin to warm your bottom."

He took my hand, led me around to his right side and then pulled me down over his lap. I would say I was breathing hard, but I really don't think I was breathing at all. I was nervous as all hell, scared and excited at the same time. In one sense I was a little disappointed that I was still wearing my pants. I had envisioned being spanked on my bare bottom, like Karen did it. I guessed that it's different when it's a man and your wife is there. None the less, I couldn't believe that I was actually going through with this...I was lying across the lap of a man about to receive a real spanking...

I think he must have sensed my apprehension because he turned to his wife, Betty , who was sitting on one of the armchairs.

"Betty, why don't you come over here and hold Lynn's hands to give her something to hold on to for comfort."

For a second, I thought how considerate he was to be concerned with my comfort. His hand was now on my ass, rubbing it while Betty was kneeling in front of my face on his left side, holding my hands.. I don't remember what I thinking after that because he began...

Whack!

I stiffened.

"What," he said, "You stiffen with the first slap? Well, my young woman, you'll be stiffening quite a bit before I finish with your bottom."

Whack! Whack! Whack!

Now I was breathing...and hard. My ass was certainly feeling his slaps...even through my pants! I was so glad that I had my pants on.

Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!

"How many was that young lady," he asked in a demanding tone.

I thought he asked if I was ok so all I did was nod.

"I asked you how many spanks I have given you so far?"

"I...I don't know...I didn't know I was supposed to count," I replied.

"I expect you to keep count of how many times I spank your bottom. I'll keep count also, just so there is no mistake. If you lose count however, we start all over. Do you understand?"

I just nodded yes.

WHACK!

All of a sudden he whacked my ass in such a way that, pants or no pants, I'm sure he left a handprint on my bottom. I let out a loud yelp, pulled my hands from Betty and reached back to cover my butt: he grabbed my hands and moved them back in front of me.

"I didn't hear you Lynn, "he said.

"YES...YES...yes, "I replied.

"Well in that case, we'll just have to start over with your warm-up and help you count."

'WARM-UP, ' I thought in a panic!!

Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!

He was swatting my bottom harder than before and I was definitely feeling it through my pants.

"What's the count, Lynn?"

"13," I answered.

"Good, we'll continue."

Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! 

"What's the count, Lynn?"

"26."

"Very good!"

Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!

He stopped and rubbed my bottom...MY ASS WAS SORE! My hands were white as were Betty's from my holding and squeezing them.

"How many now?"

"39."

Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!

He stopped and rubbed my bottom again. "Stand up Lynn, "Don said helping me to my feet.

Betty let go of my hands and I stood up next to him. I immediately put my hands behind me to rub my bottom.

"Ok," he said, "Take off your sweater and your pants."

I looked up and stared at him. "I don't understand."

"That was just the warm-up," he said." The next part of your spanking will be with only panties. Your sweater needs to come off because I feel it will be in the way. Now, get them off so we can continue the spanking."

I continued to stare. I hadn't worn a bra...what was I going to do!?

He must have seen the uncertainty in my eyes as I looked at him. 

"Are you going to say the safe word and have us stop here," Don asked?

I shook my head no.

In a firmer voice he replied, "Then get your sweater and pants off!"

I looked over at Betty...she just nodded her head yes so I reached down and undid the belt and clasp. Opening the zipper, my slacks fell down my legs into a pile at my feet. Betty came over, offered me her hand while I stepped out of them and then took them over to the couch folding them neatly.

I nervously took hold of my sweater at the neck.

"If I have to wait any longer, your backside will be treated to some extra special spanking," he said.

Taking a deep breath, I pulled the sweater up, over my head and down my arms. I stood there, facing him, my breasts bared and nipples firm from the coolness of the room and the stimulation they received while I had been over his lap. I felt very embarrassed: he was a stranger and I was stripping simply because he told me to...he was the first man to see me topless since my divorce several years earlier.

"All right, "Don said," Back over my lap."

Once again he took my hand and pulled me over his knees. This time, there was a little bit of a difference...he had a hard-on and it was pushing against my groin area. Betty came around and took my hands again though she seemed more forceful about it this time.

Don rubbed his hand over my "warmed-up bottom." 

"Tell me why you are being spanked, Lynn?"

"Excuse me," I replied.

My answer elicited a very sharp slap on my panty clad bottom.

"Tell me...why you are being spanked, Lynn?"

"Because I asked you to," I replied?

"No...but I'll ask again in a bit."

He began again. This time the spanking was louder since it wasn't cushioned by my slacks and I felt it a lot more.

Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! 

"Counting, Lynn?"

I had forgotten to count but I didn't think before I said, "Yes."

"How many?"

"5?"

"Wrong! Apparently you haven't been counting so we will start this session over and for lying; you'll get a taste of the paddle when we're done."

Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!

With only my panties for protection, my bottom was really on fire.

"What's the count, Lynn?"

"18?"

"Very good."

Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! 

I started to squirm on his lap as the spanking really stung. He stopped and re-adjusted his hold on me and then picked up where he left off.

Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!

I began to squirm and tried to pull my hands from Betty to use them to shield my burning ass. Apparently Don had experienced this before.

"Betty," he said," let go of her hands and take hold of her wrists and hold them tight."

Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! 

"How many is that Lynn?"

"4...48." I managed to gasp through my discomfort.

"Excellent," he replied.

SLAP...49...and...SLAP...50!

Betty let go of my wrists. I slumped over, exhausted, putting my hands on the floor for support.

Don took hold of my arm and helped me to my feet again. I reached around and actually felt the heat coming off my ass! I was breathing hard from the spanking and from the lack of breathing while I was being spanked.

"Ok Lynn, take your panties off," he said.

I glared at him as if to say wasn't the spanking I received enough!

"Are you going to say the safe word?"

I shook my head.

"Then get those panties off...NOW!"

I put my thumbs in the elastic of the panties and began to slide them down my legs. It hurt as they passed over my ass on the way to the floor. Now I was standing stark naked in front of this relative stranger...I had become a shameless slut! 

He looked at me. In a perverted sense I felt excited being naked in front of him...more so I was also wet... very wet. Looking down I saw I wasn't the only one turned on: his pants were bulging and there was a dark spot in the area of his crotch...he was wet too!

This time, he just grabbed me and pulled me back across his lap. This time, I could definitely feel his hard cock against me.

"Tell me...why you are being spanked, Lynn?"

"Because I asked you to," I replied?

Betty came back around and took hold of my wrists.

"Hold on to them, Betty," he said.

"Lynn honey, take a couple of deep breaths," she said.

I had taken I guess...two or three before Don started in again.

I thought I had been spanked up to this point, but when he started on my bare ass I knew I was wrong...way wrong! IT HURT!

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"Tell me...why you are being spanked, Lynn?"

My body was totally at his mercy. Tears poured down my face...tears of pain...tears of pleasure...tears of pure emotion.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"Tell me...why you are being spanked, Lynn?"

I cried...

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! 

"WHY?"

I couldn't help it...I didn't plan it or even think about...it just came out..." BE...BECAUSE I NEED IT... I NEED TO BE SPANKED... GOD HELP ME...I NEED IT!"

"Yes..." was all he said.

Betty let go of my hands and they slumped to the floor.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

He stopped. I bawled like a baby across his lap. At the same time I felt a sense of release unlike anything I had felt before. I felt free. I was a middle aged woman, naked and with an ass that felt like it was on fire...but I felt fine...free.

Don helped me to my feet. He stood, moved the chair back and taking me by the hand, led me to the couch. Once there, he reached over and picked up a paddle and a towel. He put the towel over the back of the couch and began to swat his hand with the paddle.

"You lied about counting during your spanking Lynn. Your penalty is six swats with the paddle...bend over the back of the couch and put you hands on the other side. If you stand before I am done, we will start over again. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir," I replied.

"Fine, now over you go."

I bent over the back of the couch with my fingertips touching the seat cushions. I felt my already red hot ass lewdly in the air inviting him.

"Spread your legs a little," he said.

I obeyed without question. 

I heard the swoosh of the air a split second before the paddle made contact with my upturned rear. 

CRACK! "One!"

I grabbed the cushions

CRACK! "Two!"

CRACK! "Three!"

CRACK! "Four!"

CRACK! "Five!"

CRACK! "Six!"

It was over! I was glad and strangely...a little sad. I stood slowly and rubbed my red hot ass.

* * * 

Tears rolled down my cheeks from the spanking, the pain and the emotional release.

"You did very well for your first spanking Lynn. How do you feel?"

"Sore...very sore."

Don and Betty laughed. "Do you think you'll want to do it again," he asked?

"NOT NOW!" I shot back.

Don laughed, "No, not now. Let me go get you something to drink."

He left the room as Betty came over to me. She helped me over to one of the overstuffed armchairs being careful to place the towel that was on the couch on the seat under me.

"Are you ok dear?"

"Yes Betty, I'll be fine. I'm sorry about...about the wetness," I said acknowledging her awareness of my condition.

She laughed. "That's ok. I'm just as bad. Do you have someone who can help you with that when you get home?"

I lowered my eyes. "No, but I have gotten used to taking care of these things by myself."

She looked at me. "Can we talk?"

"Sure."

"Well...I'm sure you noticed that you were not the only one turned on by your spanking. As a matter of fact...so was I."

I kept my eyes lowered...I didn't want to look up. "Yes, I noticed Don."

"To be frank, Don and I have been into spanking and sharing with others for some twenty odd years. We don't swap, but we share with selected individuals. When Don comes back, I'll be getting some form of spanking. After that, he'll want me to get him off by fucking, sucking or hand job. Quite frankly, after the show you two put on, I NEED to get off." 

I looked at her, a little surprised but definitely understanding what she was saying. She continued.

"If you like, you're welcome to stay and watch...or participate to whatever extent you would like. If you don't want to watch or participate, that's ok. We'll wait till you leave and then finish up with each other."

"If I stay...can I leave at any time?"

"Yes dear, any time."

"Then I'll stay and watch if you don't mind. If I'm going to do myself, I might just as well do it here as home."

"Wonderful!"

Almost, as if on cue, Don returned with a cold glass of water and an equally chilled glass of wine. "I wasn't sure if you drink, so I brought both." I took both from him. 

"Thanks, I need this now, "I said taking a gulp of the water. Placing the wine on the table next to me I said," ...and I'll save this for the show."

Don looked up with a startled look on his face and turned toward Betty.

"I talked with her, "Betty said, "and she decided to stay and watch."

Don smiled.

* * *

"Betty," Don said in a disciplinary tone, "I didn't tell you to let Lynn's hands go before I was done, did I?"

"No Don," she replied.

He grabbed her hand and dragged her over to the couch. Roughly, he pulled her blouse from her jeans and unbuckled her belt. Taking a hold of the sides of her jeans he pulled them down to her ankles. Inserting his hands into the elastic of her panties, he pulled and tore them off completely. 

She stood there, bottomless as he placed another towel over the back of the couch. Waddling with pants around her ankles, he then moved her over to the back of the couch and bent her over. "Stay," he commanded.

Reaching over, he picked up the paddle he had used on me.

"Are you ready Betty, "he asked?

"Yes sir," she replied.

I heard the same swoosh of air as he brought the paddle down on her ample bottom. She jumped as it struck but remained in place.

Again, the paddle came down, flattening her ass cheek as it made contact. When he lifted it up, it left a pale red outline on the otherwise white bottom.

First was one cheek...then the other...twelve in all.

I was sitting, still drinking the water, but my left hand had moved to my moist center.

Don helped Betty up, dropped the paddle and wrapped his arms around her in a passion filled kiss. After a minute or so, they separated slightly. He continued placing kisses on her lips, face and neck as she began unbuttoning her blouse... The last of the buttons gave her some difficulty until he pulled back a little to assist her.

He helped her remove the blouse from her shoulders and placed it behind them, on the couch. In the meantime she had undone the clasp on her bra. Letting it fall forward, she handed it to him as he turned back toward her. He just let it drop as he bent down and began to fondle and suckle her wonderfully full tits. They sagged a little from time but still looked lusciously delectable from where I sat. Apparently he felt the same.

He handled her breasts like they were porcelain treasures. His licking and tonguing covered them with glistening moisture as his fingers kept the nipples responsive and full. When he would take the nipple in his mouth and suckle it, soft moans of comfort, satisfaction and lust escaped her lips.

I could feel his lips as I fondled and stroked the nipples of my own breast. I wished it were my breasts he was lovingly caressing and sucking. I was getting hot! I had to put the glass down to avail myself of both of my hands. I alternated between having both hands pleasuring my tits and having one on my tits and the other touching myself...down there.

The loving attention continued for a few minutes before Betty said, "Don, honey, help me with my pants and shoes."

Don bent down as Betty put her hands on his shoulders for support. He lifted her pants up a little and undid the laces on her sneakers. One by one, he slipped the shoes from her feet and then held the pants in place as she stepped out of them. Almost as an afterthought, he rolled her socks down and one at a time removed them leaving her totally and deliciously naked to both our gazes.

He stood and they embraced, engaging in some very passionate French kissing that left me breathless with its intensity. His hands roamed over her back and down to her sumptuous ass. Her hands, at the same time, moved down his front until she reached the bulging area of his pants. He moaned appreciatively as she rubbed and then finally grabbed hold of his cock through the pants.

'YES,' I thought. I was horny as hell and wanted to see the cock that was pressing against me when I was over his lap.

He stood there with his eyes closed. She looked down and deftly opened his belt and undid his zipper. Once done, Betty wasted little effort in dropping to her knees pulling both his pants and underwear down with her. When the pants had reached his ankles she turned her attention to the hard on that protruded from his groin.

With a style that bespoke many years of experience and practice, she began fondling. Between the gentle manual manipulations, she also began to employ her tongue to provide lubrication as well a sensory tantalization for the cock that was, as he was at that moment, under her control.

As she licked and sucked and stroked, Don moaned, "Yeeessss, ooohhh, yyeessss...Suck my cock honey....ohhhh, yess...that feeeellllssss wonderful!"

As she was sucking the head she had wrapped her hand around the girth of his dick. Stroking the cock in a gentle up and down motion, she moved her other hand to run her fingers around his balls and the sensitive, sexually stimulating area behind them.

I just sat there watching the action. I couldn't believe how hot I was getting while watching this: one hand was in between my legs and the other on my nipples. I couldn't help it...a small low groan escaped my lips.

Betty heard me and in between licks, motioned me over to her with a silent movement of her eyes and head. I shook my head no, with no conviction in my answer. Betty motioned again. I hesitated...then figured, 'What the hell.'

I rose and very quietly went over to them. With one hand she motioned me down to my knees beside her.

In a soft sensual tone she said, "Stoke his cock and balls for me honey...keep him hot while I get some more of his kisses...ok?"




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I nodded silently as I reached up and took hold of Don's wet dick with one hand and his balls with the other. Betty rose to her feet. Don looked at her longingly and then down at me. Bending forward slightly to allow room for me down below, she put her hands on his head and pulled it forward until his lips met hers.

It had been a while since I had gotten laid...single moms with 2 kids and responsibilities somehow don't get around to that...at least that is how it seemed. Now, here I was holding and fondling the cock of a man I had only met a few hours ago. Despite the fact that he had spanked my bottom until it was, I was sure, a bright red, all I wanted to do was masturbate him while he kissed his mature, voluptuous and stark naked turned on wife. 

The familiar feel of an excited male organ came back to me as I handled him. What also came back to me was how to make it feel absolutely wonderful. I guess it's like the saying, once you learn, you never really forget. As I recalled, I gave some pretty mean hand jobs to my boyfriends before I got married...never had a single complaint. Even that bastard of a husband loved having me take his pants down in the car and jerk him off.

I stoked Dons' dick in a gentle up and down motion. His precum provided lubrication, but it wasn't going to be enough for what I was doing...soooo....I pulled his cock to my lips. I fed it into my mouth as far as I could, swallowing like a snake, a little at a time, using my tongue on the underside to help it along. He moaned... even through Betty's' kissing. They separated for a moment and I saw them both looking down at the cocksucker who only a few minutes before was lying across Dons' lap getting her ass warmed.

"I'm sorry," I said after taking Dons' cock from my mouth.

"No," Betty said lovingly," it's fine." 

Looking at Don she said, "I guess I just feel...left out."

I looked up at her. She stroked my hair. I have no idea what came over me...except that it was pure lust.

"That's no problem," I said as I reached over and slid my hand into the warm love nest between her legs.

"Oooohhhhh," she moaned.

I had never done anything like this before in my life. I know how I felt when Karen touched me...but now I was the one touching....I was...was fondling Betty!

"Oooohhhhh Lynn honey, that feels wonderful, "Betty cooed.

Encouraged, I slid my fingers into her moist pussy and brought my tongue to her clit. She was sooooo warm... sooooo wet... and gave off a scent of pure sexuality. She tasted absolutely wonderful! I wanted more. 

I pushed her legs a little father apart so I had better access to all her womanly parts... I licked and rubbed and sucked...I wanted to spread her legs wide and run my tongue and lips across all of her moist, wet pussy...I wanted to make her cum!

Betty was very responsive to my ministrations. Her moans and groans were soft, but continuous except when interrupted by, "Yyyyesss," "Ohhh yeeaahh" and "oooohhhh."

Don had other ideas. The show I was putting on apparently made him so horny he pulled me away and helped me to my feet. Taking both of us by the arm, he said,"Over here," and led us over to the desk.

At the desk, he patted the desk top as he turned toward Betty. "Come on, you hot piece of ass, up on here."

Betty smiled at me and said, "I think somebody wants to get laid." She smiled at Don as she went to the desk edge and hopped up onto the desk with her legs hanging down over the side.

"Come on Lynn honey, "she said. "Take his cock and put it in me."

I looked at Don who smiled at me. I knew it was ok so I stepped forward. I knelt down in front of him and took his cock in my mouth... if Betty wanted me to put it in her, the least I could do was to see that it was good and stiff as well as being wet!

I took only a few seconds because I knew Betty was waiting. In fact it only took a few seconds, so I stood and with my left hand on his back and my right hand on his dick, guided him up to Betty's wet and waiting pussy. I placed the head at her opening and slowly pushed at his back as if I was actually shoving him into her. When he was almost fully inside, I figured I would launch him and gave his bare ass a good hard open-handed slap.

Betty yelped a little as he involuntarily lurched forward and into her hard.

"Oh you vixen, "he said.

I laughed and put a hand between my legs as I watched him slowly withdraw and re-penetrate her...over and over.

"Look at you just lying there, "Don said to Betty. "You should be doing something while I fuck this hot cunt of yours. Lynn, come on over here and stop fingering you pussy. Climb on top of the desk and let my Betty eat that hot little cunt of yours while I fuck her."

I looked at her. I was soooo fucking horny....

Betty looked at me and said, "What are you waiting for dear, come on up here. I've wanted to taste that snatch of yours since I first saw it. Besides, he'll love seeing us do that, which means he'll fuck me harder."

Suitably encouraged I went around to the other side of the desk and climbed up on it. Kneeling on all fours I moved toward Don until my pussy was right over Betty's face.

She reached for my thighs and using her hands drew me into a better position. Don reached forward and began to fondle my nipples as I first felt her tongue touch my intimates. Now it was my turn to moan... and moan I did. Betty's tongue swept the length of my pussy before reaching my clit. She was as relentless with that tongue as Don was playing with my breasts and nipples. 

'Ooooohhhh yyyyessssss,' I thought, 'it's beenn sooo long...'

"EAT ME BETTY, "I yelled, "EAT MY CUNT...MAKE ME CUM!"

She didn't respond...but she didn't stop either. Don was pounding away at her like mad and his pounding caused her to move back and forth a bit on my clit...IT WAS FUCKING WONDERFUL!

I put my hands on Don's shoulders for support as she ate. He was fondling my tits all this time. At one point, I noticed as he moved one hand down and started rubbing Betty's clit. The man knew what he was doing...and he did it well.

I felt a change in her handling of my clit...it seemed more sporadic. I didn't see it coming...perhaps because I was more into what I was feeling. Don, on the other hand, knew exactly what was happening..

I felt her stiffen slightly...she grabbed my sore ass and held on for dear life as her whole body sort of convulsed and she yelled out. 

"OH...OH...FUCK...FUUUUUUCCCCCKKK...YESSS...
YEEEESSSSS...I'MMMMM... CUMMMIINNGG... OHHHHHH...FFUUUCCCKKKK...I'MMMMM CCCUUUMMMMIINNNGGG!!!!

Her orgasm lasted a few seconds with a couple of good aftershocks. I could see her juices all over Don's cock as he slowed the pace of fucking her. I could feel her heavy breath on my pussy which still remained poised over her. I started to move as to get down but she held my ass and said, "Oh no you don't, bitch," and went back to eating me with a lustfulness I had never experienced with any man. 

GOD...SHE FUCKED ME with her tongue....I could feel that stirring starting deep within. Don was back to fucking her hard again and she began to match his cock thrusts with her tongue manipulations...it was... like ...I was being fucked by him through her!


I was lost in the lust...him with my nipples...her fucking tongue...I...I...

Just then she moved her hand and started working my clit...that was all it took...It came...oh it came with a vengeance.

I came...and came...and came. Wave after wave rolled over me. In the middle of my pleasure I saw Don stiffen and slam into Betty. She kept eating as he shot his load into her and I kept coming...

* * *

We held each other in post-orgasmic exhaustion for a minute or two. I climbed off Betty and Don helped her up: the three of us stumbled over to the couch. We slumped into the leather furniture in a exhaustion that one loves to experience. Don wasn't even concerned about the cum and cunt juices that dripped from all of us and got on the couch. We kissed gently, touched affectionately and held each other until sleep overtook us all.

* * *

My eyes opened and it took a moment to realize where I was. Don and Betty were still at the other end of the couch. Looking around, I rose silently, gathered my clothes and stole out of the room as they slept cuddled together. I dressed quickly in the living room and finding a pad of paper, I wrote a small note thanking them both for a wonderful experience. I didn't want to disturb them so I left the note on the kitchen table and left quietly.

As I walked to my car I felt the cool air. I felt sore, tired but relaxed...wonderfully relaxed. 'Wait till I tell Karen,' I thought. 

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Note: All characters are fictional. Any resemblance to anyone living or deceased is purely coincidental.



The Prescription Ch. 03



Prelude:  

Divorced mother of 2, Lynn Stewart was running errands around town one winter day. She stopped at the pharmacy to pick up a prescription and saw something that changed her...

For the fullest enjoyment of the story, please read the first two chapters of "The Prescription," to understand what she saw and how it affected her. Chapter 3 continues.

Enjoy...Compliments of Caring Elf 

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Cast Of Characters (Through Chapter 3…In order of appearance)

Lyn, Lynn, Lynne Stewart-- Main Character (divorced fiftyish mother of 2) (she 

uses her maiden name) (Chapter 1, 2, 3)

Mr. Hopper- Owner of the pharmacy Lynn stops at. He is the pharmacist who was giving Karen a spanking when Lynn saw them (Chapter 1)

Karen Kern -- Acquaintance -- It was Karen that Lynn saw getting a spanking in the pharmacy. Ultimately gave Lynn her First Spanking…and more (Married, fiftyish mother of 4) (Chapter 1, 3)

Jim Kern -- Karen's Husband (Chapter 1, 3)

Dr. Stone -- Psychologist and Counselor who Karen referred…Lynn talks to the doctor about her discovery of spanking and feelings. When she indicates she wants to experience more, the doctor refers her to Don and Betty Phillips (Chapter 2)

Don and Betty Phillips -- Spanking couple who gave Lynn her second spanking and first spanking sex (Chapter 2)

Ellen and Harry Stewart -- Lynn's parents (Chapter 3)

Gerald (Gerry) and Ann Williams -- Karen Kerns' parents (Chapter 3)

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The Prescription (Chapter 3)

Snow was falling again...but I didn't care. I got the kids off to school and the called my office to tell them that I was taking a couple of days off to take care of some personal business. Luckily for me I had plenty of time coming to me and they didn't mind.

I sat on a fluffy pillow as my ass was still very sore from the spanking. Looking out the kitchen window, I sipped a hot cup of coffee, watched the snow flakes fall and thought about what I had experienced in the past few days.

I couldn't believe that straight laced, boring Lynn Stewart, whose idea of exciting sex before this week was doing it in the back seat of a car, had, in the space of a few days, been spanked twice, engaged in sex with women and had fucked and sucked a relative stranger. Even more unbelievable was the fact that I loved every minute of it!

I had started to pour my second cup of coffee when the phone rang. Putting the coffee cup down, I picked up the receiver and said, "Hello?"

"Lynne, "the voice on the other end said, "This is Dr. Stone...how are you?"

"Fine, "I replied.

"I was just calling to find out how your meeting went with Don Phillips?"

"It went fine. It was a wonderful. They are a very nice couple."

"Oh, you met his wife, Betty."

"Yes, we spent several wonderful hours together."

"Are you ok with everything, "Dr. Stone asked. "Do you want to come in and talk about any of it?"

"No, "I replied, "I think I'm ok with everything. I just need time to digest what has happened and where I go from here."

"Ok, that sounds reasonable. Just remember that I'm here if you need me."

"Thanks Dr. Stone, I'll keep it in mind."

"Good luck."

"Thanks...goodbye."

I hung up the phone and picked up my coffee again. 'That was very nice of her to call and check on me, 'I thought. Everyone I had met was very nice...Karen...Don and Betty....hmmmmm. 

I put the coffee cup in the sink; made sure I had locked the door and headed for the bedroom. My bottom may be sore but I felt the definite need for my vibrator.

* * *

The calendar said Wednesday, December 15. It had been almost a week since I had my spanking with Don and Betty. Even though I wasn't still sore from the spanking Don had given me, the memory of the spanking continued to produce a warm sensual feeling in me. 

I had called in earlier in the week and told them I would be taking a couple of days off…after the other day I extended it for the whole week Jennifer, my assistant said that was no problem, she would cover for me on whatever needed to be done. I couldn't help but think that I've taken more days off in the last 2 weeks than I have in the last 3 years. The key difference though, was that, with the events of the last week, I have never felt so alive...so excited... so much a woman.

The kids were at school during the daytime, at least until 4 o'clock with after school activities. I took advantage of that time and spent a lot of it on the web looking up my new found passion. I put the word "spanking" in the search engine and was shocked to see the number of references that came back. I found that I had to refine the search a little to eliminate the references to disciplinary spankings for children: I certainly wasn't interested in any of that.

As I culled through the remaining references, I found a number of them were purely trash and even what I considered pornographic. I eventually came across a small number of sites though that seemed to take a more "social or slightly professional" approach, if that is what you could call it, to the topic of adult spanking. I started to read.

I was amazed (and quite excited) at what I was reading. I read about how to spank, spanking implements, why individuals like to be spanked (like myself), why other individuals like to be the spankers and how to do it safely and sensually. I was surprised to find that spanking and sex were not the same: there are individuals who may like you to spank them for the spanking itself, not as part of any sexual activity.

I read about the light bondage and discipline associated with spanking, about disciplinary spankings, sensual spankings, birthday spankings, maintenance spankings, dominants, submissives, techniques, aftercare and safe play. I looked at some pictures that exhibited spanking examples and also found some sites where individuals wrote about their personal spanking experiences. 

I don't think I had ever used my vibrator more than I did during those days. I know the batteries had been in there for a while, but I still swear I burnt them out between Monday and Tuesday in the day (and nights after the kids went to bed). I do know that when I replaced them on Wednesday morning I made sure they were some of the new extended life type...after all, I couldn't have "my friend" die on me in the middle of ...uh...things.

I looked at the clock...it was only 10:30... I had no plans so I decided to go back to bed and... "relax" for a while with my "close personal friend" and my memories of Don, Betty and Karen.

* * *

After I had "relaxed" for while, I decided to go to the mall to treat myself to lunch and kill a few hours...sort of "clear my head" of spanking and be around other people. As I walked past the VICTORIA'S SECRET, who should I run into coming out of the store but Karen.

"Hi Karen."

"She turned back with a surprised but warm look. "Lynn, how ARE you?"

"Fine, "I replied, "and yourself?"

"Oh...same old...same old. Just doing some shopping for my husband, Jim...This is the only store he never minds me spending a ton of money in. After all, why should he...he gets the direct benefit of what I buy. By the way, how did it work out with Dr Stone?"

"Fine...just fine."

 "Did you decide to...continue to experiment with what you had experienced?" 

"Yes."

Was she able to connect you with anyone?"

"Yes. I met Don Phillips and his wife, Betty."

"Yes, I know them...a very lovely couple. Would it be embarrassing to you if I asked how it went?"

"No, not at all. As a matter of fact, I'd love to talk about it. Do you have time for lunch, I 'd love to have a drink and talk about it...I have a thousand questions."

Karen laughed. "I think I can spare the time to assist a friend of the 'art'. Where would you like to go?"

"There's a nice restaurant on the top level."

"Yes, I know it...that's fine." Taking me by the arm, she said, "shall we...?"

"Definitely..."

It only took five minutes to ride the escalators up to the restaurant. It wasn't that crowded so we had our choice of tables. I requested a quiet one in the corner, away from the other tables so that our conversations would not be overheard. As excited as the concept of sex and spanking made me, I wasn't yet ready to proclaim that fact to the world.

In a sense, it was a wonderful lunch. I wanted to talk about what had occurred, the people, how I felt and what I thought. I confessed all to Karen as if we had been life long friends instead of relative strangers until a few days ago. Karen and I talked, ate and drank wine for about two hours...it passed as though it was 20 minutes.

"So what you're telling me," Karen said, "if I hear you correctly, is that you have become an enthusiast of...shall we call it, the art of the warm bottom."

"I guess that's about it."

"That's wonderful! You're a very attractive and sensual woman Lynn. I don't mind admitting that I was very turned on after I had spanked you."

I know I blushed, my eyes looking down at the wine glass. "I assure you, the feeling was mutual though I never would have thought so. I like men and never even thought of being with a...another woman."

Karen laughed again. "I assure you Lynn, I am a card carrying heterosexual woman who loves nothing more than the feeling of a mans' dick in my hands, mouth or between my legs. I have four wonderful children that were not accidents and a husband who has no reason to look anywhere else for his sexual satisfaction...all that being said, I'm a woman and a sexual being. Sex is not something dirty or to be ashamed of...in fact it can be very beautiful. That morning with you was very beautiful."

"Well, I kind of feel the same," I said.

"I'm glad because, given the opportunity to spank and pleasure you again, I wouldn't hesitate. However, given the choice between you and my man...well, there would be no question about it...HE is the one who gets laid."

"That seems fair," I added. "But..."

"But what," Karen asked?

"I guess...well, I'm just unsure what do I do now or where do I go from here. Dr Stone said I can talk to her if I feel the need, but…

"But?"

"Well…is that what I do from here on out when I want to be spanked?"

"No. Dr Stone is fine, but you will have to develop relationships in which you can safely enjoy...well...our 'art." 

"I have enough problems finding time to date no less look for people who...well...you know what."

"I understand, but let me tell you about when I first pursued spanking."

"You told me how you started as a result of an initiation when we were together."

"Yes, that was my introduction, but after that I was in the same situation as you. The difference was that I didn't have anyone to talk to about this. I was embarrassed by the fact that I was turned on by spanking, but none the less I was determined to have it as part of my sexual pleasures."

"What did you do?"

"Well initially, I turned to my boyfriend, Tom. He wasn't into spanking but I thought how hard could it be for him to spank my bare bottom."

"And...?"

"Lynn, in addition to enjoying a good bottom warming, you must also develop an appreciation for safety. I didn't know that when I started."

"What happened?"

"One night, I was really horny and consequently, so was Tommy. We started in the car kissing and petting. After about 15 minutes of this we were in a sixty-nine position with me sucking his cock as he fondled and licked my slit through my panties...I had a strict rule that I never took my panties unless we were in a locked room. I knew my roommate was going to be out for the night so I suggested we stop until we got to my bedroom. At first he was kind of pissy about stopping before he came, but then he realized the added benefits of being there. Me, I just wanted to take my panties off and have him tongue me to orgasm."

"When we got to my room, I don't know which of us was hornier: we were both kind of all over each other. It was during our mutual pawing that he commented that I was being a very naughty lady. Well, that triggered the desire for me. I told him yes I was and that I should be spanked."

"He kind of looked at me and said that he would fuck me good and hard instead. I knew I wanted to be laid, but I also knew that I wanted a good hard spanking first. I told him that he was not getting laid until I had been properly spanked for my naughtiness. Well, what ensued was not what I imagined or wanted. He really didn't understand the concept of sexual spanking and as a result, instead of a spanking and fucking, I got beaten and not too politely raped."

"Needless to say, we didn't see each other after that and It was a long time before I engaged in spanking again. You see I hadn't taken any safety measures. Tom wasn't into spanking and didn't understand the difference between a spanking and a beating. He didn't know when to stop and we hadn't set up any safe word to signal him to stop. Lastly, even though we had gone out with each other for a couple of months, I should have had someone else there to look out for my interest. As it turned out, I got off quite easy....I understand he was arrested a few years later for beating up a woman and putting her in the hospital."

I took a gulp of my wine. "You're scaring me Karen."

"I don't mean to but I just want you to enjoy yourself and not have any bad experiences."

"Great...now I feel back at the starting point...what do I do?"

Karen looked at me then reached forward and took hold of my hand. "Lynn, how serious are you about this...I mean it's one thing to have a good experience and move on, but its another thing to want to continue to participate."

"I'm...not sure what you mean," I replied.

"Lynn honey...if you enjoy a little spanking as part of sex play, that's great...it can be very sensual....it's a great kind of like of foreplay."

"You can say that all right," I said.

"On the other hand," she continued, "people such as myself, really enjoy "the art" of spanking... and we love sharing with others. We are, however, very wary of new people. I took a chance on you when you came by last week....I don't know why since I have never done anything like that before but I sort of sensed something in you. Some people who try spanking think they like it but get very uncomfortable when faced with the...the openness...the feelings...the deep emotional effects that they experience in spanking, either as the spanker or the spankee. I guess I'm saying...do you feel you would enjoy those types of experiences... or is it just foreplay for you?"

I looked at her.

"If you have any doubts, that's ok. You can always ask your boyfriend, if you feel he is open to it and can be trusted, for a spanking as part of your sex play. If, however, you want to open yourself to some wonderful experiences, I'd be happy to help you in any way I can."

I still sat and looked at her. I hadn't expected this so I didn't know what to say. Something deep inside me took over however and I was kind of stunned with my answer to her. Placing my other hand on top of hers, I looked into her eyes. "Karen, this is not a passing fancy for me. I want to learn...to experience...to feel. I'll admit that I'm nervous, maybe even a little scared, but I was nervous and scared on my wedding night when I lost my virginity, even though I was dying to have it happen. Karen...help me...trust me...you won't regret it."

She looked into my eyes, smiled, leaned over the table and kissed me on the forehead.

"Tell you what," Karen said, "Jim is taking the kids skiing tomorrow…I don't go since I hate the cold and it gives me free time to do some Christmas shopping and pamper myself. What are your kids doing…do they ski because I'm sure Jim would be glad to take them with him?

"My ex is taking them tonight through Sunday as part of our joint custody arrangement"

"Great...what do you say then to coming over in the morning about nine and we'll spend the day shopping, gossiping and eating?"

"Sure," I answered, "why not."

"Then it's settled. You'll come as I said, about nine…oh…can you bring some of the pastries from that bakery you went to last time…they were great…that is if you don't mind/"

I laughed. "No, not at all…I'd be happy to…any particular favorites you like?'

"They were all scrumptious…you choose. What time is it?"

I looked at my watch...it was a little after 2:30.

"About 2:30, "I replied.

"Good God, "Karen said," I've got to go, I've still got a ton of shopping to do for dinner. I really enjoyed our time together. As a matter of fact, to be honest, seeing you and our lunch conversation has gotten me hot. I hope my husband hasn't had too hard a day today because I mean to give him a really hard night."

"The feeling is mutual," I said adding, "only as far as being hot...not your husband."

Karen laughed again as she put her jacket on and gathered her packages, "I don't really think he would mind after seeing you." Reaching into her purse she removed two twenties and put them on the table. "That should cover my share of lunch."

I took them and gave them back to her. "Lunch is on me...call it repayment for all you've done for me."

"Till Saturday then...take care."

"I will."

Gathering her bags, she turned and left: I watched her walk out the door. For the first time in my life I was conscious of the fact that I was watching another woman's ass and thinking how, not only would I like to see it bare, but I would love turning it rosy pink. 

I settled the bill and left for home. I was in a bit of a hurry...I knew I had an urgent appointment before the kids got home with my vibrator. 'Damn lights never cooperate when you need them to, 'I thought.

* * *

The kids came barreling through the door about four. Luckily, by that time, I was calm, cool and satisfied as I prepared dinner.

After dinner I helped them pack for their time with their father. It was only going to be a few days and he lived on the other side of town so they weren't going to be that far away, but the way they packed you would think they were on an expedition to the South Pole…or North Pole considering the time of the year.

Their father came for them about 8:30, right on time. There were hugs and kisses, some "bye moms", more hugs and kisses and finally what warms every moms heart…"I love you mom." They were off and the house fell into silence.

* * *

I woke up very early the next morning…I hadn't slept well. Normally with no one to make breakfast for and get out of the house, I would have taken the opportunity to sleep in, but that was not the case this day. …I guess just wasn't used to the silence. 

It had started to snow lightly during the night so I sat at the table, dawdling over a cup of coffee and watched the snow flakes fall…It all seemed very pretty, quiet and peaceful. 

I watched the snow until about 8:30 before I decided to call Karen and see if she still wanted me to come over. She answered on the second ring and sounded a little out of breath.

"Jim and the kids just left," she said." I'm just going to jump into a shower…how soon will you be here?"

"I have to grab a shower myself, but I'll probable leave in about half an hour…is that ok?"

"Sure, just don't forget the bakery goodies, I'm starving this morning."

"I won't, see you in a little while."

Hanging up the phone I thought to my self I'd better get moving.

* * *

Traffic was light. It took less time to get to Karen's house than it did the first time. I was thankful for that since I was afraid my stop would make me really late. I had picked up a good selection of goodies since she had indicated that she liked the pastries I had brought on my first visit




The Prescription Ch. 03



As I pulled up in front of the house Karen was outside picking up her paper. She waived with a broad smile on her face.

"Hi! Good morning! Come on in, the coffee is just finishing up."

"Be there in a second," I replied, "just need to get something from the back"

I grabbed my bag from the back seat and, with a brisk stride, crossed the lawn and headed for the front door that Karen was holding the door open. As I entered, she closed the door behind me, kissed me on the cheek and said, "I'm so glad you were able to come."

"Well, thanks for inviting me," I replied.

She looked down at the bag in my hand. "Is that what I hope it is?"

"I stopped just as you asked…goodies to have with our coffee."

Her eyes lit up. "From Brokers' Bakery?"

"Where else, "I replied.

"God I love you," she said taking the bag I was offering." Come on in and sit down."

I followed her into the kitchen and sat in the same chair I had the last time I was here. She poured two cups of the freshly brewed coffee and brought them to the table. Before sitting down herself she retrieved two small plates and a platter from an overhead cabinet and set them down in front of us. Opening the bag from the bakery, she placed a croissant on each of our plates and the remaining pastries on the platter...

"I assume you'd like to start with a croissant…do you want any butter or jam," she asked.

"No, these are rich just as is."

"Isn't that the truth?"

You would think we were two women who had been starved on a deserted island for a year the way we gulped down the croissants and other goodies from the bakery.

Sitting back and sipping her coffee, Karen looked at me. "I just wanted to say that I am glad I you were able to come today. I love my husband and the kids but it's nice to have the time alone and spend it with a friend."

"Well," I said, "I'm glad to be here."

"Ok, now that we have been fed, have our coffee and the time, shall we continue with our conversation from the mall?'

"Please," I answered.

"You start sweetie…"

There was a pregnant silence…we both sipped the coffee, "Karen, can I be frank?"

"Sure, "she replied.

"The last few days or should I say couple of weeks have been a whirlwind to me. If you told me a month ago that I would like being spanked or watching some one being spanked, I would have said you're crazy. When I was married, my ex, from time to time, talked about swapping with another couple or having a threesome. I let him know in no uncertain terms that it would be a cold day in hell before I would go for that, yet I look at just a couple of days ago. I went to a strangers house, got stripped bare, spanked and then willingly… no… no happily participated in a three way with him and his wife. It was wonderful! I never felt so alive and free…and special."

"I know, "Karen said. "I felt the same way the first time Jim and I shared someone. He confessed that he was attracted to this woman who ran the coffee shop he stopped at each morning and that he thought she might be amenable to a threesome with the two of us. Before that time, like you said, I would have told him 'cold day in hell mister' but by then I was getting my spankings, so I figured since he is indulging me, I should at least once indulge him."

"What happened?"

"Well, to get heated up so to speak I made an appointment to get a spanking that morning. When I came home, we spent a couple of hours in bed fucking our brains out. It put me in a good mood and took the edge off his anticipation of the evening."

"I'm getting excited, "I said, "Go on."

"Well, I'll save the details for another time, but suffice to say Jim had a ball being serviced by two women, I experienced my first time being with a woman and even though Jim didn't know it, Evelyn turned out to be a spanking enthusiast who gave Jim his first mild spanking."

"Wow…what a story."

"Yeah, that was a night and next day alright," she said looking down lost in memory as she idly circling her coffee mug. "What about you, tell me about the sexual side of Lynn Stewart."

"There's not much to tell," I replied.

"Tell you what, let's step back a bit…I think there is more to Lynn Stewart that she realizes. Let's get away from recent happenings and go back to earlier times…tell me about… your early experiences with sex…how did you learn…your first orgasm…when you lost "it"…your husband, boyfriends…whatever sparks that fire in you. When you're done…I'll do the same…deal?'

I blushed…she was asking for intimate details. I thought for a brief second and came to the conclusion why not.

"Deal."

I took a deep breath, a sip of the coffee and began 

"We never talked about sex at home when I was growing up…in fact, I learned about "the birds and the bees" from gossip with my girlfriends. At first I couldn't believe what they were telling me but I did get tingly feelings and damp 'down there' when they would talk about it. It got so that at night, when I went to bed, I would pull the covers up to my neck so if anyone looked in it would appear that I was sleeping. I would then pull my pajama top up and touch my breasts…I would hold them and run my hands all around them, especially the nipples. I would gently brush my nipples with the palm of my hands…I loved what I felt when I did that. Gradually I moved onto pinching them… lightly at first and them more firmly. As I grew older and they got bigger and seemed to become more sensitive and I loved it. Eventually I found that I could bring it close enough to my mouth that I could lick the nipple. I can't begin to describe the feeling that went through me.

"At the same time I was doing all this, I found that 'down there" was getting wetter and wetter. At first I was afraid that my mother would find wet stains on the bed so I tried to prevent that by bringing a small wash cloth to bed with me. My intent was to wipe off the wetness from me when it became too much…I could always rinse the facecloth out in the bathroom when I was done… no one would question a damp facecloth in the bathroom. Well I soon found that rubbing 'down there' with the facecloth was…well you know…it wasn't long before I experienced my first orgasm…I thought I died and went to heaven. Needless to say, that facecloth and I were inseparable. I guess you could sort of consider it my first boyfriend…a good one too…never complained, was always ready when I wanted it and never failed me."

Karen laughed out loud and I kind of chuckled with her…it was funny, but true I thought.

"I masturbated kind of regularly and tried to learn as much as possible from my friends...especially the ones who had boyfriends. I didn't have any boyfriends…my parents wouldn't allow it…school was my priority…besides I didn't want to be a slut I did want to know "everything " from the girls who were sluts though. I masturbated to all their stories and my romantic fantasies of sex every chance I got."

"It kind of came to a head, if you forgive the pun one day when I was about eighteen. I was a senior in high school. One day there was a small fire in the cafeteria mid-morning. They quickly put it out but the fire department came anyway and decided the building was too smoky to hold classes. That being the case, the school decided to send us home for the day while they cleaned up and cleared the smoke from the building."

"Oh I think I can see what's coming, "Karen said. "Continue and when you're done I'll tell you my version."

"Ok...well, we all took our time and hung out together for a while, enjoying the unexpected freedom. Around 1:00 I decided to head home and get a head start on a paper that was due the following week."

"When I got to the house, I was surprised to see my fathers' car in the driveway since he was usually at work until after 7:00 every night. I figured he had just decided to catch up on some of his work at home…he had done that once or twice before. I didn't want to disturb him so I went around the side of the house figuring to the come in through the kitchen door in the back, get a snack and head up to my room."

"Go on."

"Well as I went around the side of the house I heard some noise coming from a slightly open window in my fathers den. I heard moans and grunts and what I called at that time in my life, dirty talk."

"I carefully looked in the window…it was open about an inch from the bottom and even though the blinds were down, one of the slats was damaged from when we were playing in there as kids. All in all, I had a clear view of the entire room."

"I had never viewed my mother as an attractive woman…kids never look at their parents that way…after all she was old and heavy, though not fat, yet here she was standing in front of fathers' desk facing the bookcase. She was topless and father was standing behind her, kissing her neck and massaging her large breasts. In an instant I knew what they were doing and I turned my eyes away…I knew how I came into this world but I could never imagine my parents 'doing it'…I shuddered at the thought."

"Just then, mother moaned, "That feels wonderful Honey…it's been so long since we've had the chance to be alone like this."

"I don't know what came over me, maybe lust, maybe curiosity, but I had to look. As I peeked in again mother turned around and faced father, her arms wrapped around him and they were kissing very passionately. They stopped and she looked at him and said, "Is fondling your wife's tits in the middle of the day all you want to do or can I do something more for you?"

"He smiled and she laughed, "I thought so". With that she slid down onto her knees and sat back on her feet. Looking up at him she rubbed the front of his pants slowly but firmly; he moved his head back and moaned lightly. Mother continued to rub for a few seconds looking at his face. Eventually he looked down at her…she looked at him and said, "What do you say?"  With a look I couldn't understand he said, "Please."

"She smiled, undid his belt buckle, opened his zipper and pulled his pants down to the floor. She rubbed his front again and he moaned even more. Finally, taking hold of both sides of his underpants she pulled them down to join his pants around his ankles. Then I saw 'it'…I couldn't believe how big 'it' was…how hard 'it' was…glistening at the head. I was mesmerized."

"Was that the first time you had seen a real cock, "Karen asked?

"Yeah…I had heard about them from girlfriend and talk. I had evened imagined what they were like in my fantasies, but nothing prepared me to see my first one… or the fact that it was my fathers…and that my mother was playing with it."

"Playing…how?"

"Does it make a difference," I asked.

"Well, "Karen replied, "I love hearing about other peoples sex adventures…it turns me on. I also think that you are getting very turned on thinking about and telling it so I want details"

I hated to admit it, but she was right…not that I wanted to have sex with my father, but seeing him with my mother was hot.

"Ok…mother was slowly stoking his cock up and down with one hand and playing with his balls with the other. Father was definitely enjoying it. Just then she knelt up onto her knees and in a single motion took fathers cock in her mouth and started sucking it. Father gave a loud groan and a hissing "yessss." As she continued, he became more vocal and dirty saying, "Suck that cock Ellen…suck the fat cock…that's it…yessss…yessss…I was dreaming of this since you suggested it this morning…suck honey…suck that horny old cock…make me cum…"

"All of sudden, mother stopped, stood up and put her arms around him and began kissing him feverishly again. They stayed that way for a minute or so…then mother broke away again…I thought she was going to go down on him again and make him cum like he asked. To my surprise, she pushed him back a little, stepped back and in one motion pushed her jeans and her panties down. Stepping out of them she looked at him…"Well just don't stand there stud, get those shoes, socks and pants off…you've got a hot cunt here that needs a hard cock to fuck it good!"

"I was amazed at the language coming from my mother…I had never heard her utter so much a single four letter word in all my life. I watched as my father quickly began to disrobe. Mother, in the meantime, had pushed the items on his desk to the floor and climbed onto the now cleared desk. Drawing her legs up she lewdly spread them apart and began to finger herself…I'm sure my mouth was wide open in shock…I never thought of my parents doing it…and while I had assumed my mother had masturbated at some time in her life just as I did, I never thought…well, here she was doing it openly…in front of my father!"

"My father moved forward toward her and got between her legs. I saw her reach down, fondle his cock and pull it toward her. He moved forward again and pushed, until he was totally in her. Mother threw her head back and moaned out loud."

"He began moving in and out, slowly at first and then slightly faster. At one point he was slamming himself into her and she would cry out each time. I though he was hurting her until she started yelling…"Yes…yes…fuck me honey…fuck me…I'm close…yes…yes…hard…" It kept up like that for another couple of minutes until all of a sudden she screamed "FUCKKKKK" so loud I was sure all of the neighborhood could hear it. She grabbed hold of my father, clenched up and then started banging on the desk…I was realized she was doing just what I do in my room at night…she was cumming…I was watching my mother having one hell of an orgasm!"

"Fuck, "Karen said.

"Yeah, but that's not all, "I said.

"Go on…go on, "she encouraged.

"Well my father had slowed down while she came back to earth after cumming. It took a minute or so for her to recover her breath. She looked lovingly at him and said, "What are you waiting for …my cunt is still empty…I want your cum…fuck me honey…fill me." 

"With that my father started fucking her again just as hard as before. Even though they were about ten feet away from the window I could hear their juices as he did her. Suddenly, he slowed down slightly...he slammed into my mother hard…and again…On the third time he stiffened and was shaking. She had wrapped her legs around him and held onto him saying, "Yes…yes…yes." I realized that I had seen a man come for the first time."

"He lay on top of her for a minute or so, then stood up and withdrew his cock. It had shrunken and was dripping. Mother said, "Come over here with that," and moved to the edge of the desk closest to the window. As he did, she reached out, took his cock in her mouth and began to lick it clean. When she was done, she leaned back on the desk on her elbows…"Your turn Harry…can't have me dripping all over the rug now can we…how would we explain to Lynn..."

"I didn't understand for moment…then father smiled, leaned over and kissed my mother. He then went to the other side of the desk and brought his chair around directly in front of my mother. He sat down and as calm as you could be began to lick my mothers' pussy…the same pussy which he had just cum in just moments before."

 "NO FUCKING WAY, "Karen exclaimed!

"Yeah…I didn't understand it at the time but that is what he did. Not only that…while he was doing it, my mother came again, clamping her thighs around his head so hard I thought she was going to smother him. When he was done they cuddled together until the phone rang and mother got up to get it. I took that as my cue to get out of there, so I snuck back to the front of the house and headed down the street. I was shaking at what I had witnessed and wanted to calm down before I went home. I knew that I couldn't stay away too long since my panties were soaking wet and I needed to cum! I couldn't believe it…I had seen my first real sex…fondling, sucking, fucking, eating and talking dirty…all compliments of my parents!"  

"What did you do afterwards…when you did get home?"

"I acted like nothing had happened…my mother looked as she always looked when I come home, not the sex animal I had seen just a short while ago. It made me wonder how may other times mom and dad had 'done it' when I wasn't around. I couldn't think about that anymore I told my mother that I had homework to do and went to my room 'to study. When I was there I think I wore out my washcloth reliving what I had seen and wishing it was me somehow."

When I finished telling the story I didn't look at Karen, I just picked up my cup and took another sip of the coffee, leaving the cup at my lips. How could I tell her how much reliving those memories made me horny...I hoped the wetness between my legs wouldn't betray me. 

"Wow, "was all that Karen could say.

I kind of had to agree with her. I was telling the story and it got me excited again after all these years.

Karen got up and poured a fresh cup of coffee for both of us after which she excused herself to use the 'ladies room." When she came back I tossed the ball into her court…I had told my beginning, now it was her turn and I told her so.

"Alright Karen, it's your turn…tell me about your start."

"Well, "she started, "My story is going to be very similar but at the same time different. I'll save how I discovered sex for another time…"

"NO FAIR, "I yelled, "I told you mine!"

"I'm not wimping out…what I'm going to tell you about is my first exposure to sexual spanking>"

"But I thought it was in college at the initiation…you told me that the last time I was here."

"What I told you the last time you were here was the first spanking experience I had, this happened to me a couple of years earlier…you could say it kind of set the stage for that night in college. Shall I continue?"

Now I was curious and horny…what the hell. "Go ahead, "I told her, "but it better be good or somebody may get spanked for cheating on a deal."

"Oh it will be good, "Karen replied, "but maybe there is a spanking in here for someone…any way, on with the story."

"It all started one day at my parents' house. We lived in a rural section of the town on approximately five acres of property. It was great when my brothers, sisters and I were growing up…we played all sorts of games in the woods on our property, we had a swimming pool, a gym set, trampoline and everything. I was the youngest so I always seemed to be last…the one who had to pick up after everyone else. I hated it until one day."

"It was a Saturday in June, Dads birthday…school had been out for a couple of weeks. My brothers and sisters were all in college away from home and had gotten jobs near the schools. As such, they had decided to stay and work the major portion of the summer and not come home except for an occasional weekend. Mom and dad were somewhat disappointed, but understood and appreciated their efforts to pay their own way. I, on the other hand was delighted…it meant I would have the place to myself most of the summer...except of course for mom and dad. On this particular day it was just going to be the three of us celebrating his birthday."




The Prescription Ch. 03



"I was between boyfriends at the time so I had made plans to go to the beach for the day with a girlfriend. It was ok with mom as she was taking dad out for breakfast and then they would be shopping most of the day. She did remind me that we were having dinner together so I had to be back in the house by 6pm, the latest. That was no problem with me. I kissed them and was off to Alice's…she was going to drive."

"It was short walk from our house to hers. When I got there I had expected her to be out front waiting for me. When I didn't see her I sat on the stone wall surrounding her house figuring she would be out at almost any moment. When twenty minutes had passed I went up to the front door and rang the bell…her mother opened the door…it seemed Alice had gotten sick during the night and was in her bed with a fever…as a result she wasn't going anywhere and consequently neither was I. Her mom apologized that she hadn't called to let me know but Alice had not told her of our plans. I told her that was ok and to tell Alice I would call later on to see how she was feeling."

"Sulking a little I headed back home to see if I could catch up with my parents to go out and spend the day with them. Unfortunately when I got back to the house, their car was gone…I was on my own…bummer."

"I made some breakfast and then sat and watched some TV for a while. Finding it boring I decided I might as well go up to my room and surf the net on my computer. On the way up the stairs I saw a pair of my mothers' panties."

"I know where this is going, "I said to Karen with a Cheshire type smile.

"Don't be so sure, "she scolded, "let me continue before you jump to a conclusion."

"Ok."

"To continue…"Karen said in a catty fashion, "I found the panties on the stairs. I knew that my mom had taken a load of freshly washed laundry from the basement to the upstairs bedrooms and baths just that morning…these must have just fallen out of the pile she was carrying. Figuring I'd be a nice person I folded them up the way mom likes and went up to her bedroom to put them away."

"Her dresser was the one on the right and I had watched her always put panties in the bottom drawer on the right. I opened the drawer, put the panties with the others and pressed them down to kind of compact them. It was funny though, they didn't compact…there was something hard under them. I took the pile of panties out and sure enough, there was a wooden box about six inches square with a little metal clasp. Having nothing better to do and dying of curiosity, I took the box from the drawer, sat on the bed and opened it."

"I guess opening you could compare it to reading your sisters secret diary…the thrill…the excitement. In the box was a bottle of Astroglide lubricant, an opened tube of KY jelly, a small jar of Vaseline, some scented oils and two boxes of condoms. MY GOD was all I could think…MY PARENTS SEX CACHE!! I smiled in that, while we didn't talk about sex in our house either, my brothers, sisters and I kind of knew that they still got it on. We never caught them at it …probably just as well I thought,"

"I was about to put the box back the way I found it when one of the bottles moved and I noticed a small envelope below it. I moved the bottle to the side and took the envelope out and looked inside. HOLY SHIT!!! Inside the envelope was a dozen or more rolled joints! MY PARENTS SMOKED JOINTS!!! I just looked at them for a few minutes then a thought hit me…I put the envelope back just the way I found it…moved the bottles back in their original position and put the box back, covering it with the panties and closing the drawer just as I found it...minus a one joint finders fee for me. Maybe I could salvage the day yet."

"I decided it wouldn't be too smart to smoke it in the house as mom and dad would know as soon as they got home. I decided instead to go out back. At the back of our property we had a large two car garage. Dad had taken it over years back because he liked to repair and restore old cars. It was very convenient to have your own garage mechanic looking after your car. The garage had woods on the back and the left but there was a narrow patch on that side that had a great exposure to the sun. I decided that since it was far enough away from the house and no one was home anyway, I would change into my bikini, grab a beer from the fridge and sit out in the sun, drinking and enjoy my 'finders fee'."

"It only took a few minutes to change and get myself comfortable stretched out in the sun. I was very comfortable with my situation as I took a swig from the beer and lit up the joint…the garage was so big that even if someone came up to the doors of the garage you couldn't see me. The sun on my face…I sat and finished the joint…I don't know if it was the joint or what but I decided that since no on was home or would see me, why not get a total tan…so I undid my top and slipped off the bottoms and spread my legs slightly so that my pussy could enjoy the warmth of the sun…I felt great…so free…I was warm…and mellow…and I was so relaxed I just fell asleep."

"I don't know how long I slept, but I was awakened by the sounds of voices in our yard. I quickly grabbed my bottom and top and put them back on. I then hid the beer bottle. Cautiously I moved to the edge of the garage and peered to see who it was. HOLY SHIT…it was my parents and they were walking this way! I quickly ran back to the beach chair to hide it. I debated as to whether to keep quiet and see if they didn't notice me or if I should act nonchalant and say hi. If they wondered why I was there I would just tell them how Alice was sick and I decided to get a tan anyway. I decided it was in my best interest to keep my mouth shut and stay out of sight."

"I crept to the back of the garage and peered in the rear window…it was open for ventilation in the garage but had a screen. I had to know where they were and if I had to move to avoid them. Dad opened the garage door and moved the minivan out of its space and parked it in front of the garage then came back in and closed the garage door again. Mom had come in, put a large bag on the hood of the other car and then stood on the side. Dad went and locked not only the garage doors but the little side entrance as well. I wondered what they were doing…at least for a few moments until I began to notice some things. Mom was all dressed up in her business suit: navy blue mid-length skirt, white blouse and navy jacket…her 4 inch black heels completed the outfit. Dad, on the other hand was wearing an old pair of jeans, a t-shirt and sandals. Just then it dawned on me…it was Dads' birthday…mom was going to have sex with him in the garage for his birthday…but where and why was she dressed up and he wasn't? I decided to just keep watching and see."

"Just like me, "I said to Karen.

"Just like you Lynn…I was nosy…and frankly I was starting to get turned on by the possibility of seeing them have sex."

I laughed with her, but didn't want to tell her I was already horny from my story and hers. I didn't think she would notice or if she did, pay any attention, when I picked at one of the pastries with my fingers. After I put the crumbs in my mouth I took my napkin to wipe my fingers then put it back on my lap…only my hand stayed with it…moving ever so slowly until it finally reached my crotch. My hand remained there…still, but under cover of the napkin, my middle finger began to rub the area around my clit.

"Well, "Karen continued, "I watched to see what would happen. Mom came over to him, wrapped her arms around his neck and they began kissing. I never knew my Dad was such a hot kisser since whenever we were around all he would do is peck Mom on the cheek."

"They went at it for what seemed like five minutes before Mom separated from him and said, "Are you ready?" 

Dad nodded then she asked, "What is the code word?" 

Code word...what are doing…playing spies I thought. 

Dad said, "train."

 "OK, "Mom replied, "Come here and hold out your hands."

"Dad held out his hands and Mom went into the bag she brought and took out what looked like black leather wrist bands with a chain between them. She strapped them on his wrists and tested then to see that they were firm. She then went over to shelf and took down some clean painting plastic, the type you put over the furniture when you are going to paint. She laid it out on the floor in the center of the garage. She then took the hook and chain that Dad uses to lift the engines when he is working on a car and brought it over the plastic sheet. In a firm, commanding voice she turned to my Dad and said, "Gerald, come here," pointing to the plastic tarp next to her."

"Dad moved over and she brought the hook down to his waist level. Then she took the chain on his wrist restraints and put it on the hook securing it with a small piece of rope she took from her pocket. Stepping back to the side she pulled on the chin raising the hook and Dad until his hands were taught above his head and his feet just on the floor. She walked around him slowly running her fingers on his body." 

"Well Gerald, "she said in her authoritative tone, "What day is it today?"

 "My birthday, "he responded.

 "And what am I going to do on your birthday?"

 "Spank me, 'came the reply."

"I couldn't believe what I was hearing, " Karen said, "I had heard some of my friends whisper about someone doing this once but I never thought any more about it…yet here it was…with my parents yet!"

I couldn't help but think to myself as she was talking that I was really beginning to like this story…in a sense it was even more erotic than mine…I had my middle finger firmly pressed against my clit!

"I strained to hear more as my Mom spoke," Karen was saying.

"You're 52 Gerald…you know how many spanks that means don't you?" 

"Yes Ann, "Dad replied. 

Mom took her jacket off, folded it a laid it on the hood of the car"

"Do you want me to take my blouse off, Gerald, so you can see my breasts when I spank you.

"Yes Ann, "Dad replied.

"You know that means you shirt comes off too, "she said.

"Mom stood in front of him and slowly unbuttoned her blouse and took it off massaging her breasts through the bra. 

"Is there anything else I should take off Gerald?"

"Your bra, "he replied.

"If I take off my bra, I'll have to take off your jeans, "she said. "Is that what you want?"

"Yes." 

As I sat and listened to the story I looked at Karen. She was holding her cup tightly in her hand, was breathing a little more noticeably and had a type of glazed look in her eyes. She was telling the story but as if no one was here: it was as if she was telling what was happening as she watched.

"With that Mom slowly reached behind and undid her bra strap but caught the bra in the front with her other hand…she did it like some form of striptease. When she finally let it drop, she cupped her breasts in front of him, stimulating her nipples until they were hard sticking out. Dad looked at them and I could see hi breathing a little deeper. Mom then stepped over and opened his belt and pulled it out of the loops in the pants. She folded it and placed it on the hood of the car near her bag. She then cane over and began to rub the front of Dads' pants: just like yours, my Dad moaned and squirmed. She opened the zipper and talking hold of both sides of the pants she lowered them down to the floor and pulled them off."

"Is there anything else you want me to take off Gerald, "she asked. " Would you like me to take off my skirt?"

"Yes, please, "he said.

"How polite, "she commented. 'But if you want me to do that, what will you pay?"

"You can take off my underwear."

"Really…If I do that you'll be naked…there will be nothing to protect your cute tight ass from the spanking I am going to give up. Do you want to be spanked on your bare bottom, Gerald?"

"Yes Ann."

"Ask me Gerald, I want to hear you ask."

"Please Ann…"

"Please what Gerald?"

"Please take off your skirt and then take off my underwear and spank me bare-bottomed." 

"Once I do that. "She said, "All that I will have on will be my hose, heels and a very nice pair of panties…would you like me to take the panties off while I spank you?"

"Yes…very much."

"Since you have no clothes left to take off in exchange, would you be willing to pay to see my pussy with some extra spanking on you ass…harder than the norm?"

"I watched and listened in amazement…not only was my mother going to spank my father, but she was almost naked and selling the removal of her clothing to him in exchange for more spanking. I saw him hesitate for moment, then answer."

"I'll take whatever you want to have your pussy bare…the smell when you get excited makes it worth anything."

"Very well then…panties off!"

"She pulled down her panties and waved them in front of his face before placing the inside crotch against his nose, He inhaled deeply as she said," You have them soaked already my love…imagine later."

"My bikini bottom was soaked at what I was witnessing…my hand was in there rubbing my pussy…at that point, I won't care if the president himself came by…I couldn't tear myself away from that window."

At this point, I don't know if Karen realized she was doing it but she took one hand off the cup and let it slide below the table…it didn't come back up. I guess it was needed.

"Mom walked around Dad, lightly playing with his cock. I had seen it once before when I was little girl and had to go to the bathroom… I looked while he was in the shower, but I had never seen it like this…hard, stiff and dripping. Mom stepped to the left side of Dad, drew back her right hand and let go with a slap to his left ass cheek that looked like it left a handprint and Dad breathing heavy." 

"That's one," She said. "Shall I continue Gerry?"

"Yes Ann."

"Yes what Gerry…tell me what you want."

"I want you to spank me…please."

"Anything for my man."

Mom began slapping my Dads' bottom…again and again and again. Each time he would lurch forward. As she continued the slaps seemed to get harder until he began to react with an "Owww" or "that smarts." I could also tell the spanking was hurting…his cock wasn't as hard as before. Never the less, she continued."

"I didn't keep track of how many times she spanked my Dads' ass. Every few slaps, especially after the harder ones she would stop, rub his bottom and play a little with his cock, getting it hard again. It was like magic the way it responded to her touch…I was fascinated and sworn to myself that I would practice to become as good as she was ."

"As I said I didn't keep track of the number of spanks, but apparently Mom did. After 4 or 5 hard ones, she stopped and inspected her handiwork. Dads' bottom was very red and he was breathing heavily. Mom went to the hood of the car and picked up Dads' belt that she had placed there earlier when she removed his jeans. Walking back, she stood in front of Dad"

"That's 52 Gerry, "Mom said. "Just as we agreed though, you have to pay for me taking my panties off. The price is 6 more slaps…but this time with your belt…and of course, one to grow on. These will be memorable my love." 

"Mom went to the left side of Dad, rubbed his left bottom and then, after doubling the belt, brought it down hard on Dads' rear. He lurched and moaned."

"One," she said.

"Moving to the opposite side, she repeated the actions, only this time back-handed."

"Two."

"She continued, back and forth between the cheeks…"three…four…five…until she was back where she started.

"Last one my love," she said stepping back. 

"With that, she let go of one end of the belt and held it by the buckle. She drew her arm all the way back and let loose with a strike the caused the belt to strike both cheeks of his bottom and wrap around part of his thigh. He let out a yell…she dropped the belt and wrapped her arms around him and kissed him passionately. I couldn't hear what she said but she knelt down and began to play with his cock. She would stroke it a little and then lick it and finally she took it in her mouth…I thought for sure she was going to blow him."

"I could tell he was well on the way to cumming, based on what my boyfriends had done when I blew them, when all of a sudden, she stopped. She stepped over to her bag and took out a small bottle and squirted liquid in her hands. She then went back to him on his right side. Once there she took his cock in her right hand and slowly at first, began jerking him off and talking to him in a low, husky and seductive voice I had never heard her use before…Hell it even turned me on listening to it."

"Come on baby, "she said, "make that cock squirt for me…that's it... It's all nice and stiff, just wanting to come for me."

"Gradually she went faster and faster, reading his level of excitement. At the same time I noticed the middle finger of her left hand in between the cheeks of his bottom slowly going in an in and out motion."

"Yeah baby…cum for me…let me lick hot cum from my hands…squirt for me just like I do for you…"

"My eyes widened…WHAT…what does she do??? Just then I heard a groan…I knew he was cumming…and so did she"

"Come on baby…that's it…cum…cum just like you do in my cunt…FUCK MY CUNT GERRY…FUCK ME…FUCK ME!"

"His first spurt shot out about a foot and landed on the floor. The next few just seemed to flow out onto her hand as she stroked. When she was sure he was done, she kissed him and then licked her hand and his cock clean as he watched."

"I had been stroking my clit all this time and getting more and more excited. When I saw him cum and watched her lick her hand and his lick clean, that was it…I had an orgasm that hit me like a ton of bricks. I swear it seemed like every muscle in my body went into spasm…as I slowly came down I slumped down to the ground and sat, breathing hard and exhausted from my orgasm and what I had witnessed."

"I don't know how long I sat there in a bliss like state but eventually I heard the garage door open and close. When I pulled myself up to look in the window again, they were gone with just the hook hanging there…what stories that hook could tell."

"I went to the side and gathered my things. I snuck down the driveway and went around the block. After a few minutes I' came home' and went into the house. Mom and Dad were in the kitchen having a cup a coffee as if nothing had happened. When I went to kiss him happy birthday, he moved in the chair and moaned a little."

"Are you ok Dad, "I asked?

"His back is a little sore from all our shopping, "Mom said. "He'll be fine for dinner."

"I left them smiling at each other in the kitchen and went to my room for while. Quietly but firmly I gave my vibrator a good workout, reliving what I had witnessed in the garage until it was time for dinner."




The Prescription Ch. 04



Prelude:

Divorced mother of 2, Lynn Stewart was running errands around town one winter day. She stopped at the pharmacy to pick up a prescription and saw something that changed her...

For the fullest enjoyment of the story, please read the first three chapters of "The Prescription," to understand what she saw and how it affected her. Chapter 4 continues her experiences.

Enjoy...Compliments of Caring Elf

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Cast Of Characters ( Chapter 4)

Lyn, Lynn, Lynne Stewart -- Main Character (divorced fiftyish mother of 2) (she uses her maiden name) (Chapters 1, 2, 3, 4)

Karen Kern -- Acquaintance -- It was Karen that Lynn saw getting a spanking in the pharmacy. Ultimately gave Lynn her First Spanking...and more (Married, fiftyish mother of 4) (Chapters 1, 3)

Jim Kern -- Karen's Husband (Chapters 1, 3)

Jennifer -- Lynn's assistant at the office (Chapters 3, 4)

Ben Cross --The hot looking man that Lynn sees each morning in the coffee shop (Chapter 4)

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Karen and I slept until late afternoon. After sharing a wonderfully warm and comforting shower, we got dressed and had a fantastic dinner at a little Italian restaurant in town. I didn't get home until almost 11:30...what a wonderful day!

I slept late on Sunday...until almost 9:00. Rather than jump out of bed with a thousand things to do before the kids came home, I just lay in the warmth and comfort of the covers thinking about what had occurred in the last 24 hours.

I didn't feel in the least bit guilty, rather, I felt wonderfully alive and in strange sense, sexually satisfied...a feeling that I had never felt before, even in my marriage. I didn't feel that I had turned into a lesbian...the thought of a hard dick (at least the ones I imagined) still seemed to cause a tingle...but what Karen and I did seemed to open a new world to me.

Unconsciously, my hand seemed to find its way down between my legs...gently cupping and rubbing myself...not so much to masturbate and get off, but rather to enhance the feeling of sexual satisfaction that encompassed me. I realized that I had long forgotten how much I loved touching or being touched without the demands of an orgasm...a lesson that I had tried to teach my ex-husband with no success many years ago. Ohhh..It felt sooo good.

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I looked over at the clock...10:30am; I realized I was hungry...famished to be precise. I got up, took a quick shower, threw on sweats and headed to the kitchen.

Normally I'm satisfied with a cup of coffee and a piece of toast...this morning was different. In addition to the coffee I made a bowl of instant oatmeal that I ate while the bacon and eggs were cooking. By noon, everything was gone, the dishes were done and I planted myself in an easy chair with a fresh cup of coffee and the TV.

Just then I thought, 'where are my manners'...I picked up the phone and dialed Karen.

She picked up on the second ring

"Good Morning," I said.

"Good Morning to you, I was hoping you would call."

"I just figured I'd call before the kids came home to thank you for an absolutely wonderful day yesterday."

"I assure you Lynn, the feeling is very, very mutual...I just wish you could have spent the night."

"Jim came home last night with the kids, didn't he," I asked.

"Yeah, they came in about midnight...all wet and tired."

"Well then, if I had stayed, it would have been a little crowded...especially with Jim there."

"You're right," she replied, "But at least you would have been here to warm my bottom a little more this morning. I don't know why, since I'm still sore, but I really felt like I could use a little more this morning. You're one hell of a spanker lady!"

"You made me that way," I replied. "Besides, if I stayed I think I would have wanted the warming from you."

Karen laughed. "Anytime Lynn...anytime...It was wonderful!"

I started tingling at the prospect.

"Well," I said, "I'll let you go...my kids should be here at any time and you have your crew to take care of...I'll call you during the week."

"Ok...take care."

"You too...Bye"

"Bye."

About an hour later I heard the front door open and slam closed followed by the proclamation, "Mom, We're home!"

The weekend was gone and I was back to the reality of life...oh well.

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That week was crazy...it was Christmas week.

At work I was trying to catch up from being out last week. Jennifer had done a great job of covering for me, but there were still a number of projects to handle before the week was out. Add to that the innumerable Christmas lunches and gatherings after work.

As if that wasn't enough, adding to the insanity, I had to fit in Christmas shopping with the kids, for the kids, as well as for family and friends...not to mention decorating the house and a tree. Sometimes I wonder how we ever survive the holidays.

The one bright spot of that week was Tuesday night after the kids had gone to bed. I went on the computer and had been looking at a number of different spanking sites: I wanted to get Karen a special present from me.

I finally located a site that sold SINTRA paddles. According to what I had read, they provided a nice sting without the type of marks that can be left by wood or leather paddles. I certainly saw the effect that it had on Karen when I used hers: I thought she might like a new one, so I ordered the long pink one, as a Christmas present, to go along with the oval purple one she already had... in truth, I ordered two.

Since my "discovery" of spanking I had been looking for sites that discussed self-spanking or that described how to spank yourself if you had no partner to do it to you. Let's face it, I liked being spanked...I liked how erotic it seemed and how turned on I was by spanking. Since I didn't have a steady partner at hand to share my new found love, I figured there were going to be times when I would want, or even more so, need my ass warmed... and I would only have me to do it.. I had vibrators for fucking assistance so why not a paddle for spanking assistance? Granted, doing it yourself is not a good as having someone else do it but it can substitute in a pinch.

When I placed the order I was very nervous and excited at the same time: I was so excited that I paid for overnight shipping just because I wanted it and couldn't wait: as it was, the shipping was more than the cost of the paddles...what the hell!

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Christmas came as it always does: wrapping paper all over the place, food to be prepared, friends and relatives dropping by and some who wind up staying for dinner. It wound up being late before the excitement of the day died down and I had some time for me.

It was around 11:30 that I stood in the kitchen doorway and looked around. All the guests had left, the dishes were done, the leftovers packed away and the kids had retired to their rooms upstairs. Whether they went to sleep, listen to music or just wanted to have time to themselves I didn't know...or care. All I knew is that quiet had returned. I poured myself a glass of wine and retired to the living room. As I sipped on the wine I stared at the lights on the Christmas tree and relaxed.

Sitting there I realized that the present I had ordered for Karen (and me) had come a couple of days ago but I hadn't opened it: I just hid it in the hall closet, away from prying eyes that asked about everything they saw in the days before Christmas. In all the confusion I had forgotten about it, so I went to the closet and took it out.

Just as the company had stated on their website there was no indication on the package as to the nature of the contents or the source...I liked that. Looking around to double-check that I was alone, I got a small letter opener from the desk, slit the envelope open and emptied the contents on the couch. Two packages wrapped in white tissue paper fell out. Since they were Identical I opened the one I decided was mine. I made short work of the tissue and in a couple of moments I stared at it in my hand.

It was pink, had a strange plastic-like feel, was about a foot long and totally smooth all over. Knowing what it was and what it was for, I was getting turned on just by holding it.

I snapped it lightly against my palm and could feel the ever-so slight sting. I imagined the same sting on my bottom...or on Karen's and shuddered with excitement.

Just then, from upstairs, I heard that familiar word," Mom!"

"What," I yelled back?

"Tell Billy to turn down his music or put on earphones, "My daughter replied, "I'm trying to sleep!"

"Alright, I'll be there in a minute."

I just sighed as I hurriedly put my pink paddle and the wrapped one back in the shipping bag and back in the closet for the time being; it wasn't going to get used tonight...it appeared that any satisfaction I had tonight would have to be battery driven...and later on.

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Time seemed to go by quickly: New Year's week was spent visiting family and friends and preparing for New Years Eve. I usually host an informal party at my house to ring in the New Year. This year was no exception.

At work, this was the time when a lot of the employees took off. For me, this was an advantage as I had few disturbances and got a lot of work done. I even managed to get a jump start on a couple of projects that were due in the later part of January.

During this period, Karen and I shared only a couple of very short phone calls. They were very platonic in nature, the same as any other two wives / mothers might share in keeping in touch with a friend.

I did however move the paddles from the closet up to the bottom drawer in my dresser...couldn't take the chance of them being found by the kids and having to explain them...god, would that be embarrassing!!!

On the Wednesday after New Year's, when things seemed a little calmer, I called Karen to invite her and her family over for dinner on the weekend, kind of a belated New Years celebration. I thought it would be nice to meet her husband and children. Unfortunately they had already accepted another invitation, which I understood but she asked if they could take a rain check for sometime later in the month. I assured her that would be no problem, just let me know when they were free.

Karen did ask if I was available for lunch in town on the following Friday as she had errands to run and would love to see me. I missed seeing her as well so I readily accepted and we agreed to meet at the diner at 1:00 on Friday. I couldn't wait.

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Thursday morning was the same as any other morning except the kids were still off from school on Christmas break. Luckily, their Dad had called the night before to ask if, since they were still on Christmas break, they wanted to come skiing with him again for a couple of days. Even though this was not his scheduled time with them I decided they were old enough to make this decision so I left it up to them. Both were excited at the prospect so I agreed. He came over about 7:30 in the morning to pick them up: 10 minutes of mayhem and confusion later they left saying that they would be back Saturday night.

I breathed a sign of relief that peace and quiet had once again returned and went upstairs to get dressed for work.

When there is no one to disturb you, it is surprising how fast you can get dressed. I had a meeting with a client that afternoon so I decided to wear my navy blue business suit, a white blouse and a pair of 3 inch business heels...I wanted to make a positive impression.

Looking in the mirror when I was done, I was surprised at how good the outfit looked on me...I had never taken the time to notice. As I stood there checking my appearance out it came to me that I was missing one finishing touch...a delicate white handkerchief for the pocket.

I went to the bottom dresser drawer where I kept them...I rummaged around tin the drawer a bit as I couldn't remember the last time I had used one. Yep...they were there on the bottom.

I picked one out and arranged it in my breast pocket: when I went to close the drawer, I stopped and looked...then I picked it up...the pink paddle.

I held it... rubbed it...I took it with me over to the full length mirror I dressed in front of. I stood looking at me, sort of mesmerized...holding it. I tapped it against my hand a couple of times...God; I realized I was horny...and alone in the house.

I stood a few seconds...debated in my mind...then I put it back and closed the drawer. I started to walk away but stopped...I turned and looked at the drawer. I went back to the dresser...looked down at the closed drawer...I opened it, reached in and picked it up again.

'Get a grip on yourself Lynn," I thought, "You're a responsible woman...you've got to get to work...there are a ton of things to do!'

It wasn't a one-sided conversation however; the other side of me crept in.

'Lynn...you have the house to yourself and you're horny...you want to try the paddle...take the time...'

After a few minutes of debating with myself I called my assistant Jennifer at the office.

"Jen," I asked," Is there anything urgent this morning? I know I have that 2 o'clock meeting but there's an errand I would like to run before I come in...shouldn't take more than and hour and a half or so?"

"No Lynn," she replied in her ever friendly but efficient manner, "You're schedule is clear and things are quiet here. Take your time...I'll hold down the fort. I'll call on your cell if the world comes to an end and I need you."

"Thanks Jennifer...you a peach! I'll see you in a little while."

Closing the cell and putting it on the dresser I once again picked up the paddle and got out my favorite vibrator.

Going back to the full length mirror, I held them and looked. There I was, dressed in a navy blue business suit, white blouse, pantyhose and heels...holding a bright pink paddle and a vibrator. I felt deliciously wanton.

I put the vibrator on the bed and turned back to the mirror... I tapped the paddle gently against my hand...and imagined. Turning sideways and bending forward slightly, still watching myself in the mirror. I slowly rubbed the paddle against my skirt covered bottom: I wanted to see what I looked like. Just as a try, I brought the paddle back and snapped it against my right ass cheek..

The skirt protected my bottom and it really didn't hurt, but for some reason I let out what I thought was an "Ouch!"

I put the paddle down on the bed and began to lift the skirt to see if I could see anything...I didn't, but why would there be anything... through a skirt, panties and pantyhose. I rubbed the spot I hit as I watched myself in the mirror.

I felt warm and excited, kind of tingly as I watched myself in the mirror. I slowly began to move my hand from the rear to the front...lifting the front of my skirt, I reached down in between my thighs. I could feel dampness in my pantyhose...I began to breath heavily as I touched and gently began to rub.

I rubbed more...and a little harder....'Fuck,' I thought.

Don't ask me why, but even though knew I was alone in the house, I had to make sure. I checked all the rooms, as well as making sure the front door and basement door were locked. When I came back upstairs to my room, I locked my door, checked all the windows to make sure they were closed. Pulling the blinds in the windows down and then closing them I also turned on the television. Now don't ask me why I did that since the nearest neighbors live at least 50 yards away on any side of the house and they worked during the day. Who would hear me...but I wasn't taking any chances. I would be mortified if anyone caught me doing what I was doing!

Satisfied that all was secure, I took several pillows and placed them on the opposite side of the bed, near the edge, facing the mirror.

Moving back to in front of the mirror I looked at myself and slowly began to unbutton my suit jacket. I imagined I was doing it for Ben, a hot looking man I see each morning in the coffee shop that I stop by before going into work. He looks about my age, seems very well mannered and I get a tingle every time I see him. We've chatted casually as we waited in line: we introduced ourselves which is how I learned his name is Ben Cross, but that is as far as it has gone. I know nothing else about him but maybe it's for the best. Over the past month or so I have "filled in the blanks" myself and used the thought of him in a number of my masturbation fantasies...he my "ever ready and reliable lover." I think now he should spank me...with my new paddle, for being irresponsible and for not getting to work on time.

He watches me as I slowly unbutton my jacket.

'That's it, take the jacket off Lynn,' I imagine him saying'" You won't need it for a while...put it on the chair and then go to the edge of the bed by the pillows.'

I neatly folded the jacket and placed it on the chair. Picking up the paddle, I brought it with me to the other side of the bed next to the pillows. I was feeling very excited...and a little nervous at what I was doing...and what I was going to do.

'Hand me the paddle and then bend over the bed on the pillows,' Ben 'commanded'..

I bent over the pillows, making sure I was steady and comfortable. With my heels still on I widened my leg stance while bending over, making sure that my backside was sticking out lewdly...even to the point of wiggling it for my imaginary lover.

'That's a very nice ass that you're wiggling Lynn; let's see how twelve strokes with your new paddle will make it feel.'

Picking up the paddle in my right hand, I closed my eyes and brought it down on my right cheek.

I didn't seem to hurt...It felt sensual. I brought the paddle down again, harder this time and a little farther over on my left cheek. I continued alternating between right and left cheek until I had "received" the full twelve. When I was done I was breathing a little heavily and my ass was warm. I loved this...I had to try to go further!

'Stand up', I imagined him saying. 'You took the first twelve very well...fully clothed, let's try with the skirt off....and be quick about it!'

I reached down and opened the button on the skirt...pulling down on the zipper: the skirt fell to the floor at my feet. As quick as it fell I picked it up, folded it neatly and placed it on the chair with the jacket. Picking up the paddle again, I resumed my position on the pillows. I looked at the mirror and "saw him behind me, tapping the paddle in his hand."

'Another twelve for your luscious ass, Lynn...this time on the pantyhose...are you ready/'

I nodded my head and snapped the paddle this time against my rear.

Snapping the paddle against my bottom yielded more of a result...an involuntary "ouch" escaped from my lips with the first stroke. My bottom was feeling the stroke more, especially without the skirt cushioning the blows. I was getting excited...turned on...so I continued, hitting a little harder as I went from one cheek to the other until I had "received "the full twelve.

Standing, I put the paddle back on the bed and rubbed my bottom. It felt warm and tingling, but not as much as between my legs. I had put on a pair of lace panties today just to feel sexy but now, my panties were definitely going to need to be changed before I left... and probably the pantyhose too.

'Stop admiring yourself Lynn...let's take this up a notch, shall we. I want you to strip...everything off...including your pantie...but leave the heels! I want to see your tits swing as your bottom gets warmed.'

It may have been January out but it was getting very hot in the room. Looking over the pillows into the mirror I slowly undid my blouse and then laid it on the bed.




The Prescription Ch. 04



Staring at myself in the mirror, standing there in only my bra and panties, I touched my bra-clad breasts and fondled them briefly before reaching behind and undoing the clasp. Shrugging my shoulders, the bra fell forward and I caught it in my hands, holding in place to cover my breasts in a mock modesty.

'Don't hide your breasts: drop the bra...I want to see your tits and nipples...I bet they're firm and standing out.'

I let go and the bra fell onto the pillows in front of me...I touched my nipples...they felt wonderful ... I closed my eyes and shuddered with a chill of lust.

'The underwear Lynn,' he said, 'Don't make me wait if you know what is good for you.'

I slowly hooked my thumbs in the panty waist. Stepping out of my heels and swaying my hips slightly I slid the pantyhose and panties down and off, kicking them away. As I stepped back into my heels, I began rubbing my slit luxuriating in how warm wet and sensitive it had become.

'Bend over Lynn,' he said, 'Twelve more sweetheart...but this time on your bare bottom...before I fuck you.'

I shivered at the thought as I picked up the paddle with my right hand and bent over the pillows, looking at myself in the mirror: My tits were lying over the pillow and hanging down; the paddle was in my right hand and my left was between my legs. Breathing heavy I began, alternating cheeks.

One...

Two...

Three...

I rubbed the paddle a little on my bottom as I rubbed my sex...

Four...

Five...

Six...

I didn't know how long I was going to last at this rate; my left hand was going to make me come before I was done if I wasn't careful! I hit harder...

Seven...

Eight...

Nine...harder!

Ten...

Eleven....

Twellll...ooohhhhh shhhiiiittt!!!

It hit me...I came so fucking hard I fell across the pillows...I actually cried out and squirted all over my legs, the pillow, the bed...everywhere...I had never done that!

I laid across the pillows in a state of exhaustion...a wave of warmth and comfort surrounded me as I regained my breath. My bottom tingled, was sore and warm...though not as painful as I thought it would be with the paddle...not at all.

I chuckled to my self as I looked over at the vibrator on the bed...I came before"he" even got a chance to fuck me!

I could have stayed there all day and slept in the wonderful after glow of my orgasm, but I had to get back to the world and work. I figured "he" wouldn't have any problem fucking me later tonight! What a wonderful way to start the workday!

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The rest of the day seemed to fly by and everything went perfect. I don't know if it was my mood or fate but it was great. My meeting was a success, Jennifer had taken it upon herself to prepare several of the reports that were due next week and someone had actually cleaned the coffee pot at work. For the first time in a very long time the coffee tasted like coffee, not diner sludge... and I had a tingling ass to remind me of my morning pleasure.

On the way home from work, I stopped at a stationary store to buy a large mailing envelope that I could put Karen's' present in...I wanted to give it to her when we had lunch. As I came out of the store a wonderful smell of garlic bread lured me down the street to a small Italian restaurant. I figured since it was just me, what the hell, why shouldn't I treat me well. I went in and shortly left with veal parmesan, angel hair pasta and some of the wonderful smelling garlic bread. I knew there was an unopened bottle of merlot at home and rocky road ice cream in the freezer for dessert. I smiled as I got in the car and headed for home, the smells of my dinner, filling the car.

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To be continued....

To the Reader,

I thank you for taking the time to read this chapter and I hope you enjoyed it. I appreciate feedback as your comments help me improve future chapters. I also welcome suggestions for future chapters. For those who have been kind enough to make suggestions, I thank you and have taken them into account in my planning of Lynn and The Prescription

All characters in my stories are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual individuals, either living or deceased, is purely coincidental.

Caringelf



The Prescription



"Oh look how wet you are Lyn," she said. "This is turning you on…a lot!. Well, I always found that any time my pants come down, be it for a spanking or a fucking, I love it. Now in your case, since this is your first spanking, I felt it was only proper it be on you bare bottom. Now come on around here and lay over my lap so that we can get this started."

I felt foolish waddling around like that with my pants pulled down, but I did as she asked and lay over her lap. I didn't know what to think, expect or what. Here I was a 48 year old mother of two lying over the lap of a 52 year old woman I barely knew with my pants below my knees waiting for her to spank me. Whatever else I was thinking, I never got to finish it because without warning my spanking began.

WHACK!

The slap stung. I could feel my plump ass cheeks flatten under her hand as it struck. She didn't rush the second slap, but it and its cousins were not far apart.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

The smacks were beginning to heat my ass.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

She stopped occasionally and rubbed my sore hot ass. She would ask, "Are you ok," and I would nod…then she began again.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! 

It seemed to go on forever…in reality it was only ten minutes. My ass was on fire, the tears were streaming down my cheeks and I felt totally drained. She said, "Since you're a beginner, I stopped at what I guessed your age is…50. Now just lie there and relax for a minute or two."

As I lay there trying to regain my composure and breath, Karen was gently rubbing my sore and heated ass…it felt good. A moment later her hands moved father down and came up between my legs touching my soaking wet pussy. She began rubbing the lips…she sure didn't need any lubrication, as they were slick as hell from my own juices. I began to push up and off her but she placed her hand in the small of my back and held me in place saying, "relax…this is all part of the spanking."

Her hand moved up and down and over my lips…it felt so fucking good and I was getting hooter by the moment! Every once and a while she would train her fingers inside the outer edges of the lips, like cock trying to find its way into my pussy.

"K…Kar…Karen," I started to stutter.

But all I heard was her soothing voice working in conjunction with her fingers…."relax Lyn honey…let it go…just relax and go with it…"

She just kept to doing it…I was getting close…shit…shit…I was going to come….yeah…oh yeah…then she did it…she moved a finger right onto and began to vibrate my clit…it was inevitable…

"Kar…Kare…ohhhh…ohhhh…I'mmm cummminggg….ohhh shhhittt…..ohhhhh gooodddd…..OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

I came in an explosive orgasm like I haven't experienced in ages…or at least yesterday in Mr. Hopper's store. Like yesterday I came and came and my juices just flowed freely like a river. I soaked Karen's lap and legs as I finished the convulsing and lay there limp as a dishrag.

After a minute, Karen helped me from her lap and rolled me onto the bed. She stroked my forehead and said, "You just lie there for a few minutes and recover. I'll be in the kitchen when you feel up to joining me. If you need, the bathroom is next door."

"Thanks ," I said.

I lay there for a solid five minutes recovering my strength, my wits and reviewing what had just occurred. Finally I got up, dressed, used the restroom to freshen up and went back down the hall to the kitchen. Karen was sitting there at the table, calmly sipping her coffee.

"Hi," she said.

"Hi," I replied.

I went to sit and as my bottom came in contact with the chair, I rose slightly…it was sore.

"That feeling will pass by the morning," Karen said, "but you'll find the memory of it will fan your lust long after that. What do you think?"

"About…"

"About being spanked, silly."

"I…I think it's…it's…

"…stimulating and sinfully pleasurable?"

"Yes."

"Would you like to be spanked again?"

"Now?"

"No, silly…just some time in the future."

"Maybe…I don't know…I'll have to think about it."

"Well I'll tell you what, you think about it. If you do want to try or continue experiencing spanking, call me and I can refer you to my counselor. Believe me when I tell you, when my ass is heated, my pussy catches on fire and the orgasms only get better and better. Think about it."

"I will," I said. 

Just then I looked at the clock on her kitchen wall…it was almost 11:15. "I think I had better get going, my kids will be home soon. Thanks for a very…inspiring morning."

"Don't mention it. Here's my number. Remember, call me if you want to see my counselor."

We got up, I put my coat on and we walked to the front door.

"Thanks…as I said, I'll think about it. Thanks again for the tea."

"Don't mention it…drive safe."

"I will."

With that I left Karen's, got in my car and headed for home. My sore bottom kept me thinking about what happened all the way home and the rest of the day…especially when everyone was in bed when I fingered myself to several orgasms before falling asleep.

The next morning, I got up, made breakfast and got everyone out to school. I was very, very horny so I went into my bedroom and fingered my pussy and clit to a very wonderful climax. 

After that I went to the kitchen and made a cup of tea for myself. I sat at the table with the tea just thinking…thinking…thinking…

I picked up the phone and began dialing…

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