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BETTY NEEDSPart One You Want Me To Do What??????????? Part 1??

Relationships between two people can take many forms, but at the end of the day they exist to meet a need. The relationship that Betty and I have meets a need. As relationships go, ours is at the bizarre end of the scale.

Betty and I have been friends since our early teenage years. She is now 42 years of age while I am a 43-year-old male. We were high school lovers, before drifting off to different Universities, but ultimately returning to our home city for employment. We dated a few times on our return, but our lives were headed in different directions and the relationship did not last. Betty got married a year later, however I remained single although had several long-term relationships.

Approximately eight years ago Betty and I bumped into each other at a church fair. We had coffee together and had a great time filling in the gaps of our missing years. She has a teenage daughter, and although Betty was still married I got the distinct impression all was not well. There was sadness in her voice when she spoke of her marriage.

Betty had aged very well (as all women do). She is very tall for a woman, being close to six feet, with long thin legs that seem to go forever. Despite her slender build she has surprisingly broad shoulders. It is no surprise she use to be a very good volleyball player.

For the first year after being reacquainted we would meet for coffee every couple of weeks or so. It was all very innocent, and although I found Betty to be a very attractive woman, she was married and I did not feel I had the right to try to hit on her. Also I was involved in a long-term relationship with Jennifer. Jennifer is a corporate lawyer who is away from the city often, therefore we will frequently go for weeks without dating each other. We are not very close on an emotional level, however we are fond of each other and the sex is great.

It was after one of our enjoyable coffee chats that I noticed Betty had left a package on the seat after departing. She had rushed back to work and I had stayed at the caf? to make a couple of phone calls. I collected up the package and noticed it was a couple of magazines. Out of idle curiosity I peeked at the magazine, really just wondering what her reading interests were. I expected to find fashion magazines or something similar, so you can imagine my surprise when I noticed they were porn magazines. After glancing around the caf? to ensure nobody was watching me I briefly slid each magazine out of the paper bag to get a better look at the cover.

To my amazement one magazine was on Bondage & Discipline and the other on Spanking. Good heavens, who would have thought Betty, a sophisticated business woman, married, and a mother, would have such magazines in her possession. Whilst I considered myself to be a broad-minded male, I had never had any exposure to this type of scene. The kinkiest my sex life had been was the use of the odd sex toy, such as a vibrator.

I just could not imagine why Betty would have these magazines in her possession, and began to wonder if she was doing some form of research. I was in two minds what to do with them as I did not want to cause her any embarrassment, but decided I had better return them to her, and I walked past her business on my way back to work anyway.

As it turned out she was not in her office so I left the package on her seat where I hoped it would be away from the prying eyes of her workmates.

To be honest I did not give the matter much more thought until I answered the phone at home that evening. It was Betty.

?Thank you for returning my package, Allan.?

?Not a problem,? I replied, trying to appeared off-handed and give no hint as to the fact I had peeked into the package.

An awkward silence followed as I waited for Betty to say something, and I was just about to ask her how her day had gone when I heard her mumble something to me.

?Pardon?? I enquired

?Did you look in the package?? Betty was almost whispering.

Damn, damn. I had not expected such a bold question from her, thinking she would not want to mention anything more regarding the package. Therefore I had not thought of my response. I hesitate for a moment, then decided to be truthful, as it was a hallmark of our convivial relationship.

?Yes, to be honest, I did notice what was in the bag.?

?Were you shocked?? She was still speaking quietly

?No?.well yes, I guess I was a little. Are they yours??

Hesitation

?Yes, they are.? Finally she responded

Again there was a silence on the phone, and I must admit visions of beautiful Betty getting spanked by her husband, Frank, flashed across my brain. I silently chastised myself for being so perverted. I quickly changed the topic of conversation and nothing more was said that night or when we met for coffee the next week, although I sensed something was preoccupying Betty?s train of thought.

The following week we met for coffee and I was surprised when Betty chose a table at the back of the caf? as we normally sat in a window seat or outside on the sidewalk. Clearly Betty had something on her mind and I strongly sensed she was fighting to find the words to say it. I briefly feared she was going to tell me she no longer felt it was appropriate for us to meet for coffee regularly. I had never asked her if she had mentioned our coffee sessions to her husband, although I suspected she had not.

?Just say it,? I prodded her.

She initially looked surprised, then to my amazement she blushed.

?Am I that transparent, Allan?? she enquired

?In this case, yes.?

A long silence followed, but I resisted the temptation to say any more. I would let her say what she needed to say, in her own good time.

Betty looked around to check no one could hear her, then leant over closely to me.

?What would you say if I asked you to spank me??

I must have misheard. ?If you asked me to do what??

Betty blushed. ?Spank me,? she repeated softly

I had heard right. I was gob smacked. ?Why??

With that one simple word I opened Betty?s emotional floodgates and she recounted to me parts of her intimate private thoughts and life that fixated and astounded me.

She must have spoken non-stop for ten or fifteen minutes, at times tears welled in her eyes.

Betty recounted a tale of an unfulfilling marriage with an ultra conservative, deeply religious husband. They very infrequently had sex, and when they did it was devoid of any foreplay and all over very quickly. She had not had an orgasm in the last decade at least, if not a lot longer.

Betty then went on to tell me that in recent years she had developed an overwhelming desire to be made to strip naked, be spanked, and also to be tied up. The incredible embarrassment Betty was enduring while telling me this was deeply etched on her face. It clearly was taking a lot of courage on her part, as she had no idea how I would react.

Betty told me the feelings were becoming so strong that it was bordering on an obsession. It was a constant theme in her dreams and she woke up most nights hot and frustrated.

?Have you ever been spanked?? I enquired

?My parents spanked me and Kate (her younger sister) a few times when we were very naughty.? Betty did not need any prodding to tell me about her parent?s spanking her. She was obviously relishing the opportunity to finally talk about her obsession that had been bottled up inside her for so long.

In surprising detail she told me how her parents would always punish her and Kate in the evenings after dinner. They would be made to go upstairs into their bedroom and change into their nightshirts, and wait until they were summonsed by their parents. They would then come downstairs, and have to hold their nightshirts up at their waists while being verbally reprimanded by their parents. They would then go over the knee of one or other of their parents, have their panties lowered to their knees, and then receive a damn good hand spanking.

?You were spanked on your bare backside?? I enquired amazed.

Betty nodded.

?How old were you when you were last spanked??

?Seventeen.? Betty did not have to think about it. It was obviously firmly etched on her mind.

?Seventeen! That means you were being spanked when we were dating at high school??

Betty blushed, and nodded affirmatively. I sat back in my chair. This was all too much. My mind was reeling. An awkward silence followed.

Suddenly Betty reached out and squeezed my hand. ?I must go. I have an appointment and am already late.??

I looked up and saw sadness and frustration in her eyes. I badly wanted to say something, but frankly was not sure what. Then in a flash she was gone. I sat looking at her empty chair, desperately trying to make sense of it.

For the next two days Betty?s confession and request was constantly on my mind despite the fact I was deliberately trying to blank it out. I had never been spanked and had never spanked anyone. I had never even desired to spank anyone. I tried to visualise what it would be like to spank Betty. How would I do it? Could I inflict pain on somebody else, particularly a person like Betty of whom I was very fond.

In the evening I jumped onto the web and investigated sites that dealt with spanking and B&D in general. I looked at photos and read letters dealing with all aspects of the subject. I felt somewhat perverted, but was surprised when I felt myself getting erect.

I made up my mind. It was time to step outside my comfort zone. I wanted to do it for Betty. And I must admit the thought of spanking her was becoming increasingly attractive. I wondered whether I would get the opportunity to see her nude body again, which I had last seen as a teenager.

I rang her at work on the Friday morning, three days after her frank confession. She seemed surprised to get my call.

?I will do it.?

There was a stunned silence

?Are you sure?? she enquired, disbelievingly

?Yes?

Further silence

?I do not know what to say, Allan. Are you really sure you want to go through with this??

?I am absolutely sure?. I felt it was time to take the lead. ?Can you be at my house tonight at 7.00pm??

?Tonight. Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh.? She sounded like a young child on the end of the phone. ?Yes I can. I think Frank is out at a meeting anyway.?

I felt a brief twang of guilt. Betty was a married woman, and I had conveniently overlooked that little point when making my decision. But in an instant I rationalised that we were not exactly having an affair, although I was not sure where one would categorise spanking in terms of extra-marital behaviour.

?Great. See you then. Wear a loose dress and no bra or stockings.? I added for shock value, smiling to myself as I heard her splutter on the end of the phone.

?Did you hear me?? I tried to sound like an old pro at this sort of thing. Strong and assertive. A regular, everyday Dom. Amazing what you can learn with a couple of late nights studying on the web.

?Yes Sir!? she responded playfully, laughing to break the tension.

I hung up, my heart pounding in my chest. Was this really happening to me?

At 7.00pm sharp the doorbell rang. I opened the door to come face to face with an angel. A very tall angel, but an angel none the less. We stared at each other, both of us clearly embarrassed by the occasion

?You look beautiful,? I complimented Betty, trying to break the obvious tension. I then awkwardly led her into the lounge and poured us both a large glass of champagne. We both tried to make casual conversation but it was not working. I could only imagine how this felt for Betty. She had obsessed about spanking and being tied up for so long, and now the opportunity to actually experience it was upon her. No doubt she was fretting about whether the actual experience would live up to her fantasies. I decided to wait no longer. I took the empty wine glass from her hand and moved her to the centre of the lounge.

I stared into Betty?s piercing blue eyes. We were both around the same height at 6 feet. I was again reminded of how tall and elegant she was. I felt privileged that she had chosen me to help her fulfil her fantasies.

?Lift up your dress.? I tried to sound confident despite the lump in my throat.

Slowly Betty gathered up the hem of her full-length skirt and raised it to knee height. She was clearly nervous, but I could also see a look of excitement in her eyes.

?Higher.? It was a gentle command, which I backed up with hand gestures, moving the palm of my hand upwards.

She raised it to mid-thigh height. I continued to gesture and she raised it until the crotch of her panties was just visible. I held my hand up to tell her to stop. My eyes soaked up the shapely long legs that seemed to go on forever. Despite the fact Betty was now 42 years of age she was as desirable as she had been as a teenager. I blatantly stared at the crotch of her panties, and then looked up into her eyes. For a moment she looked back at me, then lowered her eyes to the floor. To me it seemed a simple, but incredibly powerful gesture of submission.

?Turn around.? She obeyed immediately.

?Lift your dress so that I can see what a bottom looks like that is about to be spanked.?

Betty audibly sighed, and obeyed my command. She was wearing simple white nylon panties with ?I am a naughty girl? embroidered across the back. Nice touch, I thought to myself, and could not help smiling. Her buttocks were firm and inviting. She may have put on a couple of pounds, but if anything that made her more inviting.

?Face me again,? and as she obeyed I gestured for her to lower her dress.

I took a deep breath. I was about to find out how far Betty was prepared to go with this game. I was amazed how exciting it was, and I was beginning to relax and feel more confident.

?Take off your panties and hand them to me.?

She was clearly humiliated by this request but did not hesitate to obey. As gracefully as she could she reached up under her dress and removed her panties. She crunched them into a ball and then handed them to me.

?Are you wearing a bra??

?No, Sir,? she responded with a mischievous grin. ?Just like you requested.?

?Good girl. Unbutton your top.?

Starting at the bottom button she worked her way up. Her fingers fumbled and I could see them twitching nervously. This was obviously a gut-wrenching exercise for her. When she finished the last button she nervously held the top together with her hands.

?Has anyone else except your husband seen your bosom since you were married.?

?No,? she responded indignantly.

She knew what was coming next, and I gazed into her eyes, enjoying the moment.

?Take your top off.?? The sense of power was intoxicating.

Betty hesitated for a moment, took a deep breath, then removed her top and handed it to me. Much to my surprise she did not try to hide her breasts. I was surprised at how well endowed she was. Despite being tall and relatively thin her breasts were surprisingly full, with large nipples that were growing erect before my eyes. It was truly a magical moment for me, and I took my time soaking up the sight.

?Turn around and open your legs slightly.?

Betty turned her back to me and opened her legs slightly until they were just a little more than shoulder width apart. I could have humiliated her more by getting her to open her legs a lot wider, but decided not to at this early stage. I wanted to increase the intensity gradually. At the moment I just wanted her to feel embarrassed. A lady does not stand before a gentleman with her legs open in this manner.

?Now lift your skirt up again, and this time right up to your waist. I want to see that firm little naked backside of yours.?

Betty did not even hesitate. She raised her full-length skirt until it was gathered around her waist. Her naked buttocks were another truly wonderful sight and I could not believe the owner had actually asked me to spank them. I must be in heaven.

?Face me again.?

Silently she turned. I noticed she was breathing more deeply, causing her breasts to swell up and down invitingly. Using only hand gestures, I indicated for her to raise her skirt at the front. I kept gesturing until the dress was at the top of her thighs, just hiding her pelvic area, then indicated for her to stop. I wanted to capture this memory, like a snapshot, so as to be able to relive it again in the future.

Before me was a gorgeous, 6 foot tall, mature and married woman, her full breasts totally exposed, her skirt bunched up in front of her pelvis revealing long slim legs. And the most exciting thing was that I was shortly going to ask her to expose her pubic region to me, and I had no doubts now that she would willingly comply, despite the intense embarrassment I was sure it would cause her.

I stared into Betty?s eyes, and they appeared to be wild with a mixture of trepidation and excitement.

?Happy?? I asked her quietly, seeking feedback that the reality was meeting the fantasized expectation.

?Delirious? she responded with a small embarrassed smile. ?I am so nervous I can hardly breath. I cannot believe this is happening to me. I cannot believe I am undressing in front of you.? She was like a breathless excited child on her birthday.

?Are you really going to spank me??

?You better believe it. Your little bottom is going to be bright red before the evening is out.?

The sensations overwhelmed Betty, and she placed her fist in her mouth in an attempt to bring her emotions back under control.

I gave her a moment to recover

?Shall we continue?? I enquired

?I guess so? Her contrasting emotions were so evident

?You guess so? You do not seem very sure. Do you want me to continue or not??

Betty inhaled deeply. ?Please continue.?

Oh boy. Here we go. For a brief moment I feared Betty might have pulled the plug.

?Lift you skirt up to your waist.?

Betty slowly slid the skirt up above her pubic region, exposing a neatly trimmed but dense triangle of jet black tightly curled pubic hair. It was a sight to behold and I actually felt privileged she was allowing me to gaze upon it.

I would have liked to have kept her like that forever as I think I would never tire of the sight, but I owed it to Betty to move on.

I sat down on a small wooden chair I had placed in my lounge especially. Betty watched my every movement. I beckoned with my finger for her to come and stand beside me. She lowered her dress then took the few small steps necessary to be standing in front of me.

Betty stared down at me from her great height, wide-eyed, and with her hand in front of her mouth, as if trying to suppress her anxiety.

?Over my knee, madam.? The voice of the experienced Dom. If only she knew I was probably almost as anxious as she was.

In an almost graceful manner she lowered herself over my lap, wriggling about to get herself comfortable. In doing so she pressed down on my manhood, causing it to stiffen noticeably.

?How is Betty going to be spanked?? I enquired of my upturned guest.

Betty was thrown by the question and had to think about it for a moment.

?On her bare bottom??

?Correct first time.?

Betty noticeably tensed on my knee. With that I gathered up her skirt and slowly worked it up her long legs, over her clenched buttocks, and threw it over her back. I took a moment to further admire the view. Even though her legs were held tightly together I got an inviting peek at a small part of her vaginal lips. Very erotic.

Then I commenced her spanking. I had no idea how hard I should smack her so deliberately started off fairly lightly and gradually increased the intensity. I must admit the feeling of power and being in control was overwhelming and I no longer harboured any doubts about my ability to smack a female. With no hesitation I administered a damn good spanking (even if I do say so) until her buttocks were bright red. Betty was breathing in sobs of air. I hoped she was enjoying it, in her own sort of way.

?Get up and go and stand in the corner. And be sure to show me that well tanned little rear end of yours.?

Betty took a moment to unravel herself from my lap, and once upright ran her hands over her buttocks. She was grinning between her sobs.

?Thank you. That was delicious,? she complimented me.

?A pleasure. But tonight?s punishment is not over. Now get in that corner before you get into further trouble,? I chided her mischievously.

Betty waddled like a duck over to the corner, her hands still rubbing her buttocks. Without prompting she pulled up her dress, exposing a portion of her buttocks.

?Higher my dear. I want to see everything.?

Betty bunched her skirt high up her waist, fully exposing my handiwork.

I left her standing there for over ten minutes while I poured myself another glass of wine. So far, so good. I felt satisfied with my efforts to date. Not bad for a novice.

?Come here,? I summoned Betty to the dining room.

I had cleared the dining room table and moved the chairs out of the way.

?Drop your skirt on the floor.?

She obeyed. Even though I had seen all the private parts of her anatomy, it was still great to see this tall graceful creature totally nude. I deliberately surveyed her from head to toe, causing her to blush more fully.

?Lie on the table, face down?

?What?? She looked at me, genuinely surprised and confused.

I repeated my command.

As gracefully as she could she clambered onto the table and lay down prone. My dining table is 6 feet in length so Betty stretched from one end to the other. I then produced four lengths of rope that I had cut to length in preparation. Firstly I took each of her hands and fastened them to two of the table legs. I then took hold of one of her legs and tried to slide it to the corner of the table. Betty resisted, and I realised she was embarrassed as it would afford me an eyeful of her delicious vagina.

?Open up young lady, or you will earn yourself extra punishment?

Reluctantly Betty stopped resisting me, allowing me to slide her leg to the corner and secure it to the table with the rope. Without glancing up at her private parts, I took hold of her other leg and also secured it. She was now totally tied to the table top and almost unable to move.

I stepped away from the table and admired my handiwork. Then for the first time I focused in on the cavity between her legs. Her vagina appeared soft and puffy. I am not a great expert, but to me she appeared sexually stimulated. In an unplanned moment of boldness I decided to find out. I moved back to the table and slowly ran my hand up her leg, starting from her toes. When I reached her thighs she let out a slow moan. At the top of her legs I gently ran my finger over her vagina. She moaned again, with increased intensity. Betty was indeed wet and very stimulated.

I stepped back and removed the belt from my trousers.

?You will now receive six spanks with my belt. You will count out each one, and thank me for spanking you.? I had learned this one on the web. ?Is that clear??

?Yes, Sir.?

I could not believe how much she sounded like a young teenager again

I delivered the first blow, and her backside jumped into the air, straining the ropes that held her in place. I waited in silence.

?One. Thank you for spanking me, Sir.?

The second blow fell low on her left buttock. Again she grimaced.

?Two?thank you for spanking me, Sir.?

I delivered the final four spanks, trying to spread them evenly over her buttocks, but did not do a great job. Obvious room for improvement.

Betty was covered in sweat and breathing very heavily. She was rotating her buttocks and trying to squeeze her legs together, but could not because of her restraints. Initially I thought it was an effort to dissipate the pain, but then I realised she was actually trying to sexually stimulate herself. She cried out in frustration.

Tentatively I placed my hand on her thigh to gauge her reaction. Betty opened her legs as wide as the ropes would allow her. Her vaginal lips burst open like a blossoming flower. I knew she was crying out for sexual release from all the years of frustration.

Without further delay I slide my hand up to her vagina and penetrated her deeply with three fingers. It instantly ignited the dynamite and Betty came in incredible waves of orgasm that just seemed to go on and on.

When she finally came down from on high I untied the ropes but let her lie on the table. It was a full fifteen minutes before she raised herself. I was in the kitchen making a cup of coffee when she shuffled in, making no attempt to hide her nudity.

?She wrapped her long arms around me, gave me a cuddle, and whispered in my ear, ?I cannot thank you enough. It is truly the most pleasurable sexual experience I have had in my whole life.?

It was my turn to blush. ?Not a problem. Anytime.?

?You mean that??

?What??

?Anytime.?

?I do, I really do.?

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You Want Me To Do What??????????? Part 1??

Relationships between two people can take many forms, but at the end of the day they exist to meet a need. The relationship that Betty and I have meets a need. As relationships go, ours is at the bizarre end of the scale.

Betty and I have been friends since our early teenage years. She is now 42 years of age while I am a 43-year-old male. We were high school lovers, before drifting off to different Universities, but ultimately returning to our home city for employment. We dated a few times on our return, but our lives were headed in different directions and the relationship did not last. Betty got married a year later, however I remained single although had several long-term relationships.

Approximately eight years ago Betty and I bumped into each other at a church fair. We had coffee together and had a great time filling in the gaps of our missing years. She has a teenage daughter, and although Betty was still married I got the distinct impression all was not well. There was sadness in her voice when she spoke of her marriage.

Betty had aged very well (as all women do). She is very tall for a woman, being close to six feet, with long thin legs that seem to go forever. Despite her slender build she has surprisingly broad shoulders. It is no surprise she use to be a very good volleyball player.

For the first year after being reacquainted we would meet for coffee every couple of weeks or so. It was all very innocent, and although I found Betty to be a very attractive woman, she was married and I did not feel I had the right to try to hit on her. Also I was involved in a long-term relationship with Jennifer. Jennifer is a corporate lawyer who is away from the city often, therefore we will frequently go for weeks without dating each other. We are not very close on an emotional level, however we are fond of each other and the sex is great.

It was after one of our enjoyable coffee chats that I noticed Betty had left a package on the seat after departing. She had rushed back to work and I had stayed at the caf? to make a couple of phone calls. I collected up the package and noticed it was a couple of magazines. Out of idle curiosity I peeked at the magazine, really just wondering what her reading interests were. I expected to find fashion magazines or something similar, so you can imagine my surprise when I noticed they were porn magazines. After glancing around the caf? to ensure nobody was watching me I briefly slid each magazine out of the paper bag to get a better look at the cover.

To my amazement one magazine was on Bondage & Discipline and the other on Spanking. Good heavens, who would have thought Betty, a sophisticated business woman, married, and a mother, would have such magazines in her possession. Whilst I considered myself to be a broad-minded male, I had never had any exposure to this type of scene. The kinkiest my sex life had been was the use of the odd sex toy, such as a vibrator.

I just could not imagine why Betty would have these magazines in her possession, and began to wonder if she was doing some form of research. I was in two minds what to do with them as I did not want to cause her any embarrassment, but decided I had better return them to her, and I walked past her business on my way back to work anyway.

As it turned out she was not in her office so I left the package on her seat where I hoped it would be away from the prying eyes of her workmates.

To be honest I did not give the matter much more thought until I answered the phone at home that evening. It was Betty.

?Thank you for returning my package, Allan.?

?Not a problem,? I replied, trying to appeared off-handed and give no hint as to the fact I had peeked into the package.

An awkward silence followed as I waited for Betty to say something, and I was just about to ask her how her day had gone when I heard her mumble something to me.

?Pardon?? I enquired

?Did you look in the package?? Betty was almost whispering.

Damn, damn. I had not expected such a bold question from her, thinking she would not want to mention anything more regarding the package. Therefore I had not thought of my response. I hesitate for a moment, then decided to be truthful, as it was a hallmark of our convivial relationship.

?Yes, to be honest, I did notice what was in the bag.?

?Were you shocked?? She was still speaking quietly

?No?.well yes, I guess I was a little. Are they yours??

Hesitation

?Yes, they are.? Finally she responded

Again there was a silence on the phone, and I must admit visions of beautiful Betty getting spanked by her husband, Frank, flashed across my brain. I silently chastised myself for being so perverted. I quickly changed the topic of conversation and nothing more was said that night or when we met for coffee the next week, although I sensed something was preoccupying Betty?s train of thought.

The following week we met for coffee and I was surprised when Betty chose a table at the back of the caf? as we normally sat in a window seat or outside on the sidewalk. Clearly Betty had something on her mind and I strongly sensed she was fighting to find the words to say it. I briefly feared she was going to tell me she no longer felt it was appropriate for us to meet for coffee regularly. I had never asked her if she had mentioned our coffee sessions to her husband, although I suspected she had not.

?Just say it,? I prodded her.

She initially looked surprised, then to my amazement she blushed.

?Am I that transparent, Allan?? she enquired

?In this case, yes.?

A long silence followed, but I resisted the temptation to say any more. I would let her say what she needed to say, in her own good time.

Betty looked around to check no one could hear her, then leant over closely to me.

?What would you say if I asked you to spank me??

I must have misheard. ?If you asked me to do what??

Betty blushed. ?Spank me,? she repeated softly

I had heard right. I was gob smacked. ?Why??

With that one simple word I opened Betty?s emotional floodgates and she recounted to me parts of her intimate private thoughts and life that fixated and astounded me.

She must have spoken non-stop for ten or fifteen minutes, at times tears welled in her eyes.

Betty recounted a tale of an unfulfilling marriage with an ultra conservative, deeply religious husband. They very infrequently had sex, and when they did it was devoid of any foreplay and all over very quickly. She had not had an orgasm in the last decade at least, if not a lot longer.

Betty then went on to tell me that in recent years she had developed an overwhelming desire to be made to strip naked, be spanked, and also to be tied up. The incredible embarrassment Betty was enduring while telling me this was deeply etched on her face. It clearly was taking a lot of courage on her part, as she had no idea how I would react.

Betty told me the feelings were becoming so strong that it was bordering on an obsession. It was a constant theme in her dreams and she woke up most nights hot and frustrated.

?Have you ever been spanked?? I enquired

?My parents spanked me and Kate (her younger sister) a few times when we were very naughty.? Betty did not need any prodding to tell me about her parent?s spanking her. She was obviously relishing the opportunity to finally talk about her obsession that had been bottled up inside her for so long.

In surprising detail she told me how her parents would always punish her and Kate in the evenings after dinner. They would be made to go upstairs into their bedroom and change into their nightshirts, and wait until they were summonsed by their parents. They would then come downstairs, and have to hold their nightshirts up at their waists while being verbally reprimanded by their parents. They would then go over the knee of one or other of their parents, have their panties lowered to their knees, and then receive a damn good hand spanking.

?You were spanked on your bare backside?? I enquired amazed.

Betty nodded.

?How old were you when you were last spanked??

?Seventeen.? Betty did not have to think about it. It was obviously firmly etched on her mind.

?Seventeen! That means you were being spanked when we were dating at high school??

Betty blushed, and nodded affirmatively. I sat back in my chair. This was all too much. My mind was reeling. An awkward silence followed.

Suddenly Betty reached out and squeezed my hand. ?I must go. I have an appointment and am already late.??

I looked up and saw sadness and frustration in her eyes. I badly wanted to say something, but frankly was not sure what. Then in a flash she was gone. I sat looking at her empty chair, desperately trying to make sense of it.

For the next two days Betty?s confession and request was constantly on my mind despite the fact I was deliberately trying to blank it out. I had never been spanked and had never spanked anyone. I had never even desired to spank anyone. I tried to visualise what it would be like to spank Betty. How would I do it? Could I inflict pain on somebody else, particularly a person like Betty of whom I was very fond.

In the evening I jumped onto the web and investigated sites that dealt with spanking and B&D in general. I looked at photos and read letters dealing with all aspects of the subject. I felt somewhat perverted, but was surprised when I felt myself getting erect.

I made up my mind. It was time to step outside my comfort zone. I wanted to do it for Betty. And I must admit the thought of spanking her was becoming increasingly attractive. I wondered whether I would get the opportunity to see her nude body again, which I had last seen as a teenager.

I rang her at work on the Friday morning, three days after her frank confession. She seemed surprised to get my call.

?I will do it.?

There was a stunned silence

?Are you sure?? she enquired, disbelievingly

?Yes?

Further silence

?I do not know what to say, Allan. Are you really sure you want to go through with this??

?I am absolutely sure?. I felt it was time to take the lead. ?Can you be at my house tonight at 7.00pm??

?Tonight. Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh.? She sounded like a young child on the end of the phone. ?Yes I can. I think Frank is out at a meeting anyway.?

I felt a brief twang of guilt. Betty was a married woman, and I had conveniently overlooked that little point when making my decision. But in an instant I rationalised that we were not exactly having an affair, although I was not sure where one would categorise spanking in terms of extra-marital behaviour.

?Great. See you then. Wear a loose dress and no bra or stockings.? I added for shock value, smiling to myself as I heard her splutter on the end of the phone.

?Did you hear me?? I tried to sound like an old pro at this sort of thing. Strong and assertive. A regular, everyday Dom. Amazing what you can learn with a couple of late nights studying on the web.

?Yes Sir!? she responded playfully, laughing to break the tension.

I hung up, my heart pounding in my chest. Was this really happening to me?

At 7.00pm sharp the doorbell rang. I opened the door to come face to face with an angel. A very tall angel, but an angel none the less. We stared at each other, both of us clearly embarrassed by the occasion

?You look beautiful,? I complimented Betty, trying to break the obvious tension. I then awkwardly led her into the lounge and poured us both a large glass of champagne. We both tried to make casual conversation but it was not working. I could only imagine how this felt for Betty. She had obsessed about spanking and being tied up for so long, and now the opportunity to actually experience it was upon her. No doubt she was fretting about whether the actual experience would live up to her fantasies. I decided to wait no longer. I took the empty wine glass from her hand and moved her to the centre of the lounge.

I stared into Betty?s piercing blue eyes. We were both around the same height at 6 feet. I was again reminded of how tall and elegant she was. I felt privileged that she had chosen me to help her fulfil her fantasies.

?Lift up your dress.? I tried to sound confident despite the lump in my throat.

Slowly Betty gathered up the hem of her full-length skirt and raised it to knee height. She was clearly nervous, but I could also see a look of excitement in her eyes.

?Higher.? It was a gentle command, which I backed up with hand gestures, moving the palm of my hand upwards.

She raised it to mid-thigh height. I continued to gesture and she raised it until the crotch of her panties was just visible. I held my hand up to tell her to stop. My eyes soaked up the shapely long legs that seemed to go on forever. Despite the fact Betty was now 42 years of age she was as desirable as she had been as a teenager. I blatantly stared at the crotch of her panties, and then looked up into her eyes. For a moment she looked back at me, then lowered her eyes to the floor. To me it seemed a simple, but incredibly powerful gesture of submission.

?Turn around.? She obeyed immediately.

?Lift your dress so that I can see what a bottom looks like that is about to be spanked.?

Betty audibly sighed, and obeyed my command. She was wearing simple white nylon panties with ?I am a naughty girl? embroidered across the back. Nice touch, I thought to myself, and could not help smiling. Her buttocks were firm and inviting. She may have put on a couple of pounds, but if anything that made her more inviting.

?Face me again,? and as she obeyed I gestured for her to lower her dress.

I took a deep breath. I was about to find out how far Betty was prepared to go with this game. I was amazed how exciting it was, and I was beginning to relax and feel more confident.

?Take off your panties and hand them to me.?

She was clearly humiliated by this request but did not hesitate to obey. As gracefully as she could she reached up under her dress and removed her panties. She crunched them into a ball and then handed them to me.

?Are you wearing a bra??

?No, Sir,? she responded with a mischievous grin. ?Just like you requested.?

?Good girl. Unbutton your top.?

Starting at the bottom button she worked her way up. Her fingers fumbled and I could see them twitching nervously. This was obviously a gut-wrenching exercise for her. When she finished the last button she nervously held the top together with her hands.

?Has anyone else except your husband seen your bosom since you were married.?

?No,? she responded indignantly.

She knew what was coming next, and I gazed into her eyes, enjoying the moment.

?Take your top off.?? The sense of power was intoxicating.

Betty hesitated for a moment, took a deep breath, then removed her top and handed it to me. Much to my surprise she did not try to hide her breasts. I was surprised at how well endowed she was. Despite being tall and relatively thin her breasts were surprisingly full, with large nipples that were growing erect before my eyes. It was truly a magical moment for me, and I took my time soaking up the sight.

?Turn around and open your legs slightly.?

Betty turned her back to me and opened her legs slightly until they were just a little more than shoulder width apart. I could have humiliated her more by getting her to open her legs a lot wider, but decided not to at this early stage. I wanted to increase the intensity gradually. At the moment I just wanted her to feel embarrassed. A lady does not stand before a gentleman with her legs open in this manner.

?Now lift your skirt up again, and this time right up to your waist. I want to see that firm little naked backside of yours.?

Betty did not even hesitate. She raised her full-length skirt until it was gathered around her waist. Her naked buttocks were another truly wonderful sight and I could not believe the owner had actually asked me to spank them. I must be in heaven.

?Face me again.?

Silently she turned. I noticed she was breathing more deeply, causing her breasts to swell up and down invitingly. Using only hand gestures, I indicated for her to raise her skirt at the front. I kept gesturing until the dress was at the top of her thighs, just hiding her pelvic area, then indicated for her to stop. I wanted to capture this memory, like a snapshot, so as to be able to relive it again in the future.

Before me was a gorgeous, 6 foot tall, mature and married woman, her full breasts totally exposed, her skirt bunched up in front of her pelvis revealing long slim legs. And the most exciting thing was that I was shortly going to ask her to expose her pubic region to me, and I had no doubts now that she would willingly comply, despite the intense embarrassment I was sure it would cause her.

I stared into Betty?s eyes, and they appeared to be wild with a mixture of trepidation and excitement.

?Happy?? I asked her quietly, seeking feedback that the reality was meeting the fantasized expectation.

?Delirious? she responded with a small embarrassed smile. ?I am so nervous I can hardly breath. I cannot believe this is happening to me. I cannot believe I am undressing in front of you.? She was like a breathless excited child on her birthday.

?Are you really going to spank me??

?You better believe it. Your little bottom is going to be bright red before the evening is out.?

The sensations overwhelmed Betty, and she placed her fist in her mouth in an attempt to bring her emotions back under control.

I gave her a moment to recover

?Shall we continue?? I enquired

?I guess so? Her contrasting emotions were so evident

?You guess so? You do not seem very sure. Do you want me to continue or not??

Betty inhaled deeply. ?Please continue.?

Oh boy. Here we go. For a brief moment I feared Betty might have pulled the plug.

?Lift you skirt up to your waist.?

Betty slowly slid the skirt up above her pubic region, exposing a neatly trimmed but dense triangle of jet black tightly curled pubic hair. It was a sight to behold and I actually felt privileged she was allowing me to gaze upon it.

I would have liked to have kept her like that forever as I think I would never tire of the sight, but I owed it to Betty to move on.

I sat down on a small wooden chair I had placed in my lounge especially. Betty watched my every movement. I beckoned with my finger for her to come and stand beside me. She lowered her dress then took the few small steps necessary to be standing in front of me.

Betty stared down at me from her great height, wide-eyed, and with her hand in front of her mouth, as if trying to suppress her anxiety.

?Over my knee, madam.? The voice of the experienced Dom. If only she knew I was probably almost as anxious as she was.

In an almost graceful manner she lowered herself over my lap, wriggling about to get herself comfortable. In doing so she pressed down on my manhood, causing it to stiffen noticeably.

?How is Betty going to be spanked?? I enquired of my upturned guest.

Betty was thrown by the question and had to think about it for a moment.

?On her bare bottom??

?Correct first time.?

Betty noticeably tensed on my knee. With that I gathered up her skirt and slowly worked it up her long legs, over her clenched buttocks, and threw it over her back. I took a moment to further admire the view. Even though her legs were held tightly together I got an inviting peek at a small part of her vaginal lips. Very erotic.

Then I commenced her spanking. I had no idea how hard I should smack her so deliberately started off fairly lightly and gradually increased the intensity. I must admit the feeling of power and being in control was overwhelming and I no longer harboured any doubts about my ability to smack a female. With no hesitation I administered a damn good spanking (even if I do say so) until her buttocks were bright red. Betty was breathing in sobs of air. I hoped she was enjoying it, in her own sort of way.

?Get up and go and stand in the corner. And be sure to show me that well tanned little rear end of yours.?

Betty took a moment to unravel herself from my lap, and once upright ran her hands over her buttocks. She was grinning between her sobs.

?Thank you. That was delicious,? she complimented me.

?A pleasure. But tonight?s punishment is not over. Now get in that corner before you get into further trouble,? I chided her mischievously.

Betty waddled like a duck over to the corner, her hands still rubbing her buttocks. Without prompting she pulled up her dress, exposing a portion of her buttocks.

?Higher my dear. I want to see everything.?

Betty bunched her skirt high up her waist, fully exposing my handiwork.

I left her standing there for over ten minutes while I poured myself another glass of wine. So far, so good. I felt satisfied with my efforts to date. Not bad for a novice.

?Come here,? I summoned Betty to the dining room.

I had cleared the dining room table and moved the chairs out of the way.

?Drop your skirt on the floor.?

She obeyed. Even though I had seen all the private parts of her anatomy, it was still great to see this tall graceful creature totally nude. I deliberately surveyed her from head to toe, causing her to blush more fully.

?Lie on the table, face down?

?What?? She looked at me, genuinely surprised and confused.

I repeated my command.

As gracefully as she could she clambered onto the table and lay down prone. My dining table is 6 feet in length so Betty stretched from one end to the other. I then produced four lengths of rope that I had cut to length in preparation. Firstly I took each of her hands and fastened them to two of the table legs. I then took hold of one of her legs and tried to slide it to the corner of the table. Betty resisted, and I realised she was embarrassed as it would afford me an eyeful of her delicious vagina.

?Open up young lady, or you will earn yourself extra punishment?

Reluctantly Betty stopped resisting me, allowing me to slide her leg to the corner and secure it to the table with the rope. Without glancing up at her private parts, I took hold of her other leg and also secured it. She was now totally tied to the table top and almost unable to move.

I stepped away from the table and admired my handiwork. Then for the first time I focused in on the cavity between her legs. Her vagina appeared soft and puffy. I am not a great expert, but to me she appeared sexually stimulated. In an unplanned moment of boldness I decided to find out. I moved back to the table and slowly ran my hand up her leg, starting from her toes. When I reached her thighs she let out a slow moan. At the top of her legs I gently ran my finger over her vagina. She moaned again, with increased intensity. Betty was indeed wet and very stimulated.

I stepped back and removed the belt from my trousers.

?You will now receive six spanks with my belt. You will count out each one, and thank me for spanking you.? I had learned this one on the web. ?Is that clear??

?Yes, Sir.?

I could not believe how much she sounded like a young teenager again

I delivered the first blow, and her backside jumped into the air, straining the ropes that held her in place. I waited in silence.

?One. Thank you for spanking me, Sir.?

The second blow fell low on her left buttock. Again she grimaced.

?Two?thank you for spanking me, Sir.?

I delivered the final four spanks, trying to spread them evenly over her buttocks, but did not do a great job. Obvious room for improvement.

Betty was covered in sweat and breathing very heavily. She was rotating her buttocks and trying to squeeze her legs together, but could not because of her restraints. Initially I thought it was an effort to dissipate the pain, but then I realised she was actually trying to sexually stimulate herself. She cried out in frustration.

Tentatively I placed my hand on her thigh to gauge her reaction. Betty opened her legs as wide as the ropes would allow her. Her vaginal lips burst open like a blossoming flower. I knew she was crying out for sexual release from all the years of frustration.

Without further delay I slide my hand up to her vagina and penetrated her deeply with three fingers. It instantly ignited the dynamite and Betty came in incredible waves of orgasm that just seemed to go on and on.

When she finally came down from on high I untied the ropes but let her lie on the table. It was a full fifteen minutes before she raised herself. I was in the kitchen making a cup of coffee when she shuffled in, making no attempt to hide her nudity.

?She wrapped her long arms around me, gave me a cuddle, and whispered in my ear, ?I cannot thank you enough. It is truly the most pleasurable sexual experience I have had in my whole life.?

It was my turn to blush. ?Not a problem. Anytime.?

?You mean that??

?What??

?Anytime.?

?I do, I really do.?

?

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After Jessie’s and Jill’s request to be more open with the family I began to notice a few chances around the farm. I noticed how lightly the girls had begun to dress. They would walk around the house in light clothing which revealed a lot of their beautiful skin. Obviously trying to catch my attention, I think it excited them to prance around the house trying to impress a boy, and it certainly excited me! Those occasions usually turned out to them unzipping my pants and playing with me. They...

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The faucet poured water into my hands which I splashed onto my face. It was a fresh feeling, having just woken up. I stood only in my boxer briefs and a t-shit and felt like I was at home. I was standing in the new bathroom which I had just finished the day before. The girls loved it and I felt great to be able to make them happy in another way, other than tantalizing them with my cock. I stepped out and walked to the kitchen for breakfast. Jill was standing by the stove preparing tea and I...

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I got dressed and walked down the street as Let had told me at the train station. I walked out of town until I came to the outskirts of the ranch. There was a wooden fence and a gate which read ‘Day-Sea ranch’. I needed to walk about a kilometer up a dirt road from the fence until I reached the farm’s buildings. As I approached, I saw a farmhouse. I noticed its age. It must have been built sometime during the 1800s. The farmhouse was on top of a hill, which made me a little tired after hauling...

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A few hours later I woke up. I could hear birds chirping and other animals from outside as a beautiful sunshine was shining into my small house. It was not the only beauty I could see. Jill’s head was lying on my chest and her arms across my stomach. She had a great smell and I brushed her hair with my hands. Last night was fantastic. First my visit to Ménage, then seeing Mrs. Day-Sea masturbate, and popping Jill’s cherry. I had her crying, moaning, grunting, screaming, and cumming in a...

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I opened the door to my cottage and took out the bundle of cash I had been given by Mr. Wayland. I rolled away the carpet on the floor and opened the hatch down to my personal safe. It was a brand new one that Mr. Wayland had given me as a present after I had finished the nursery. He claimed that he was forced to give me a place to protect my valuables and money that I had earned. I enjoyed the loud slam the safe made when I closed it shut. I sure did not want to get my toe stuck in-between...

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During the days after my arrival, I got better acquainted with my new household, learning about the Day-Sea’s routines and getting used to the farm. The girls took very good care of me and helped me with anything I needed or wondered about. The girls found a way for me to repay them too, which I thought was more of a treat than a debt. After they returned from their long working hours I would find them at their usual resting areas. The first one who had free time was Jill. All of the girls...

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I received an education when my husband and I began dating that has taken me and our sexual relationship to a different level and knocked out some old myths for me. I enjoyed watching X-rated movies with him and thoroughly enjoyed the rewards afterwards and I have a few toys in my collection that get occasional use, but had no idea of the adventure I was about to encounter. I had always thought of myself as being a little on the wild side, but I have since figured out my idea of wild was really...

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I opened the door to my cottage and took out the bundle of cash I had been given by Mr. Wayland. I rolled away the carpet on the floor and opened the hatch down to my personal safe. It was a brand new one that Mr. Wayland had given me as a present after I had finished the nursery. He claimed that he was forced to give me a place to protect my valuables and money that I had earned. I enjoyed the loud slam the safe made when I closed it shut. I sure did not want to get my toe stuck in-between the...

Youngsville Part 8

After Jessie’s and Jill’s request to be more open with the family I began to notice a few chances around the farm. I noticed how lightly the girls had begun to dress. They would walk around the house in light clothing which revealed a lot of their beautiful skin. Obviously trying to catch my attention, I think it excited them to prance around the house trying to impress a boy, and it certainly excited me! Those occasions usually turned out to them unzipping my pants and playing with me. They...

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The faucet poured water into my hands which I splashed onto my face. It was a fresh feeling, having just woken up. I stood only in my boxer briefs and a t-shit and felt like I was at home. I was standing in the new bathroom which I had just finished the day before. The girls loved it and I felt great to be able to make them happy in another way, other than tantalizing them with my cock. I stepped out and walked to the kitchen for breakfast. Jill was standing by the stove preparing tea and I...

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A few hours later I woke up. I could hear birds chirping and other animals from outside as a beautiful sunshine was shining into my small house. It was not the only beauty I could see. Jill’s head was lying on my chest and her arms across my stomach. She had a great smell and I brushed her hair with my hands. Last night was fantastic. First my visit to Ménage, then seeing Mrs. Day-Sea masturbate, and popping Jill's cherry. I had her crying, moaning, grunting, screaming, and cumming in a...

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