me about the last time.”
“I don’t remember too much. I mean about which time was the last.”
“Then how do you know how old you were?”
“There were a couple of times when guys brought me home. After going out. I was at least fifteen.”
“What would happen? Tell me exactly what would happen.”
“Dad was gone a lot. In the military. He wasn’t around too much. A lot of times Mom would tell him if I was bad.”
“Were you really bad?”
“No. I was really good. The only time in my life. Because I was afraid. But Mom was crazy. A wild crazy woman when she drank. An alcoholic. To her, everything I did was bad.”
“So what would she do?”
“Sometimes, after she yelled at me and called me names…she’d tell me Dad was going to wear me out when he got home.”
“And would he?” I slowly slipped my dick into Sheila’s pussy from behind, pushing gently, as I kept questioning her. She pressed her hips back against me, until I was all the way in.
We were so close, wrapped tightly in each other’s arms, discussing things so intimate, making very slow, very wonderful love.
“Yeah. Sometimes.”
“And were you afraid when you knew he was going to spank you?”
“I hated it. Waiting.”
“What would he do? Tell me everything.”
“He’d make me go to my room. He kept the belt in his drawer. He’d get it or sometimes he’d make me go and get it.”
“Did you have a room of your own.”
“No. I shared it with Sylvia.”
“Was she ever in there when he spanked you?”
“One time...maybe...I think. But not usually. I don’t remember too much.”
“Go on.”
“He’d make me take off my dress, or jeans.”
“All your clothes?”
“No. Just my dress or jeans, and my panties.”
“He’d make you take them off?”
“He’d make me pull them down.”
“Then what?”
“He’d make me bend over the bed. Or lay across it.”
“Bend over? How?”
“With my hands on the bed.”
“Did it hurt?”
“Yes. He spanked me pretty hard. Not brutal…not really abusive. I mean, a lot of kids got spanked back then. Pretty common.”
“You told me before it didn’t turn you on. Are you sure?”
“No. I definitely never thought it did. But now that I’ve been thinking back - I mean, it turns me on so much when you do it, even though I’m nervous, and in a way don’t want you to do it. I think there may have been something, some feeling I can’t describe or put my finger on. The memories are vague. My childhood wasn’t good. I couldn’t wait to leave, and I’m sure I’ve suppressed a lot of it. But there may have been something other than my fear, the embarrassment, the sting. Maybe there was some strange, imperceptible attraction. It was about the only attention he ever gave me, and I’m sure that’s a key. He didn’t really seem like a father. He was gone so much. He was a very distant, cold man.”
I kept rocking gently inside Sheila’s pussy, slowly, cupping her breasts in my hand, caressing her nipples, as we continued to talk. It was silky smooth, almost dreamlike, an incredible turn-on - listening, sharing, fantasizing, while I was connected to her, filling her, seemingly a part of her.
“Can you try to remember that last time…that he spanked you.”
“It’s hard to remember which time. I know I came home late a couple of times after a date and got in trouble. There was another time that I wasn’t late, but my Mom came out and threw one of her tantrums. Called me a slut. Screamed and yelled. I was just sitting in the car with a guy in the driveway. Talking. Doing nothing wrong.”
“Did she punish you after you came in the house? Did she spank you?”
“I just don’t remember. Sometimes she did. I was so upset. But I do remember coming in late one night and my Dad was home. I came in the door and he was standing there and I knew what was going to happen.”
“What did happen?”
“His eyes. They were so dark. And hard. He glared at me. And he already had the belt in his hand.”
“Go on.”
“I’ll tell you what I can remember. He told me to go upstairs and then followed me up. He lectured me for a minute or so. He never said much. Then he made me take off my jeans. I had to lie across the bed on my stomach and then he pulled my panties down. He spanked me for a long time. I’m not sure if it was that time…but one time I just lay there for a long time after he finished and left my room.”
My dick was rock hard. As I increased the intensity of the rocking motion…and the thrusts…Sheila began to moan. I felt her shudder. Usually I could last as long as I wanted to…and I usually wanted to drag out the pleasure. But that night…I exploded quickly. God she turned me on.
I don’t know what to say. You said it all. You write really well. OK, the sex is amazing. Wonderful. You do so many things to me that no one else has done. I love it. And when you make me do things. That’s what I love the most. Promise you’ll always make me do things. Make me do everything.
I know you want me to talk about the spankings. When you tell me you’re going to spank me it drives me crazy. And when you pull my panties down before you do it, it makes me even crazier, if that’s possible. God it turns me on. I don’t know if it’s linked in some way to the spankings I got at home …those times when I was a teenager. Maybe. But I just don’t know.
Sheila
Remembering
Down to just about one passion that’s working. Can’t see too well…can’t read much. Can’t hear much either… which is a blessing with chattering, blathering nurses. Head still swims like I’m drunk. My juices haven’t flowed full speed since the damned accident. But that shudder
