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against the button fly of my jeans. “You heard me.”
    She got on all fours, her head hanging low and her ass up in the air. I flipped back the filmy floral skirt she was wearing. It fluttered in the breeze. Now bare, the ass that pointed up at me was milky white, smooth and soft. Down lower between her legs her pussy glistened clamshell pink and wet.
    I moved behind her, the coarse fabric of my jeans pressed up against her supple thighs. I stroked a hand across the curve of her ass, loving the feel of that warm soft skin against my work roughened hands.
    “You’ve been naughty haven’t you?”
    She gave a little shudder at my words. “Yes Jake.”
    I didn’t tell her what I was going to do. I wanted an honest reaction. I wanted to see her true response as my palm hit her flesh.
    Smack!
    She cried out—in shock and lust.
    In the moonlight my hand print shone red on her ass. I ran my fingertips across the hot patch of glowing skin and lifted my hand once more. This time she knew what was coming and she tensed in anticipation. My hand came down, swooping through the air to connect with a crack. Again and again I spanked. First in even beats and then erratically so she wouldn’t know when the next slap would come. She rocked back on her knees and lifted her ass up to meet each slap.
    Moans vibrated deep in her throat.
    Her ass shone mottled pink and deep red. It became hot to the touch as her pussy below grew wetter. Without warning I thrust into her. Having opened my jeans and donned a condom while she’d been lost in the pleasure of her spanking.
    She cried out my name over and over. I didn’t even have to touch her clit to make her come. Her pussy was like a vice, clamping down hard on my cock.
    After she’d finished coming I grabbed her hips. Fucked her hard. Harder than I’d ever fucked a woman. She went slack against me. Her elbows buckled and she fell forward, her forehead hitting the blanket. I had to hook my arms around her waist to hold her up.
    “Take it! Take it!” I cried out over and over until my cum filled the condom and I pulled out, collapsing back onto the blanket.
    I was laying flat on the ground, limbs starfish when she crawled on top of me and nestled her face into my neck. I felt wetness and realized she was crying.
    “Did I hurt you?” I felt sick at the thought.
    “Not bad. A good hurt.”
    “You’re crying.” I still didn’t quite believe her—I moved my head and tipped back her chin so I could see her eyes.
    “I know I am. It was just intense. That’s why. Too intense. That’s why I’m crying. Do you understand?”
    I thought back to the pool lounge, the feel of Mr. D inside me and I nodded. “Yeah—I do.”
    When I took her home Mary-Jane thanked me. She looked almost relieved. Her honest thanks and her understanding of what she really wanted made me wonder if I should thank Mr. and Mrs. D.
    I was no longer scared of the intensity of the feelings I’d discovered with them, I was grateful for them. Mary-Jane had shown me. I was grateful to her too.
    I decided that the next time I saw Mr. and Mrs. D I’d ask them for more.
    * * * *
    I went to the house early again, hoping to catch Mrs. D alone. She wasn’t in her robe when she answered the door this time and she looked surprised to see me. I wondered if I’d done the right thing and then she smiled, grabbed my hand and pulled me into the house. She didn’t let go of me once I was inside, instead she wrapped her arms around my waist and laid her head on my chest. She hugged me and let out a loud sigh. When I too sighed she pulled back and looked up at me.
    “Jacob. I’m so glad to see you. I wasn’t sure I’d see you again. You looked rattled when you left us last time.”
    She was wearing a dress that tied up in a bow at her waist. Her hair wasn’t down, but pinned in a loose kind of curly bun. She looked younger. Sweet.
    “I was rattled. I needed to do some thinking.”
    She took my hand and led me out back to the