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    Charlie’s voice was a sigh, and I didn’t want to disappoint her, so I carried on the story as it might have been. ‘Not immediately. At first I thought she was just trying to make me feel embarrassed for what I’d done, but then she sat down on one of her kitchen chairs, with her legs stuck out, and she told me that if I had any decency at all I’d go over her knee and accept what was coming to me. I couldn’t stop myself. I took my towel off and I bent over her knee. She took hold of me around my waist and stuck her knee up so I showed behind and she spanked me. She spanked me, Charlie, bare bottom, for ten minutes by the kitchen clock, and when she was done she made me do corner-time, you know, with my hands on my head and my red bottom on show to the room.’
    She gave a long sigh and was going to say something else, but a group of people was coming the other way along the pavement. That broke the moment, but only briefly, and after that there was no question of what was going to happen between us. She was strongly turned on and I was no better, both of us touching and even risking the occasional kiss as we ate at the pub, sharing a bottle of wine while we waited for our orders and another over dinner. By the time we’d finished, I was pleasantly tipsy and it was dark, so I let her take my hand as we left the pub. It felt so good, to be led through the warmth of the night by a girl who’d already fucked me and now not only knew one of my darkest secrets, but also seemed to share it.
    We were kissing the moment she’d got the shop door locked behind us, openly now, our tongues entwined and clasped tight in each other’s arms. I let her lead, eager to be made to serve her however she wished, and as we settled onto the big red leather couch among the displays of sex aids and tacky underwear I was telling her how I liked it best. ‘Put me over your knee, please, Charlie, with my blouse undone and my bra turned up. Turn up my skirt and pull down my panties while you tell me what a naughty girl I am, then spank me hard and put me on my knees to lick you, or, if you want to, you can sit on my face. I like that.’
    ‘I bet you do, Juicy Lucy, but what about me? I want it too, and you’re so tall and strong. I bet you spank really hard, and don’t you want to get somebody back, after what Mrs Forbes did to you? Besides, I thought you said the bitches from your office shot you on the bum? Aren’t you bruised? Come on, Lucy, spank me.’
    I hesitated, a bit disappointed but intrigued. It always seems to be me who ends up on the receiving end, and it is what I like, but the temptation was there. I nodded as I decided to play her game. ‘All right, you little slut, if that’s your game, over you go!’
    As I spoke, I grabbed hold of her, to turn her smartly across my knee. She squeaked in alarm, taken at least half by surprise, but didn’t even pretend to resist, quickly wriggling into spanking position across my lap. I took hold of her around the waist, just as Mrs Forbes had done to me a few hours before, and as I pulled up the long loose skirt she was wearing to expose a fleshy little bottom well packed into see-through black panties I started to talk to her. ‘One thing’s for sure, Charlie, and that’s that you deserve this spanking. Let’s see now, for one thing you shouldn’t call me after one of those revolting rubber sex dolls. Juicy Lucy indeed! And for another, I may have been knickerless under my dress the other day, but you appear to be wearing the stock, you bad girl!’
    I began to spank her, slapping hard at her cheeks through the transparent nylon of her panties. She reacted with a deep sigh, sticking her bottom up to the blows and I began to smack harder, until her full cheeks were bouncing crazily with every slap and my palm had begun to sting. Obviously she could take it a lot harder than I could, but I wasn’t about to let her off lightly.
    ‘So it’s like that, is it, you little