Sessions With Spanker
As I walked into the kitchen, Deb was stirring batter for a cake. She puckered up for a smooch. “A friend of mine, Spanker, is coming over after supper.” “Spanker?” She sounded suspicious. “Is he one of your porn friends?” “Yes, a good friend. We message each other a lot. He and I think much alike.” “Oh that doesn’t sound good. What are you two going to do this evening? What kind of fantasies have you been cooking up?” “You,” I said simply. “Me?” “Sure. You’ve been working hard all...