If someone would have said to me that I would love a good spanking when I get older, I would have thought them nuts. I had no idea that my thoughts on this would be changed until I met my now husband. My husband Greg is a very verile 60 year old man. That in itself is not an issue for me but for some, they see a vast age difference. You see I am only 36.

He does have money and his family "just soft placeumed" that I should be classified as a gold digger. WHATEVER. I met him in the dry cleaners of all places on a beautiful Sat. afternoon in April. I was waiting for the girl to get my things and so was he.

We struck up a conversation and he asked me to walk just a few steps for coffee. During our wonderful conversation I made a joke about being spanked and he said he would love to be the one to do it. He had me over for dinner one evening and when I came in a few minutes late he proceeded to pull up my skirt, rub by cheeks and explain that he was going to feel as bad about my spanking as I would.

When he pulled my panties down past my butt and the first whack came I almost cried in pain. The second whack was equally as stinging but I started getting very excited and wet between my legs. This brought another whack when he saw and did not give his consent for me to get excited. All the while his length had grown very hard very fast. I could feel it against my body and I wanted it in me so baddly by the time I recieved my last whack I was begging for him to play me, and I never use that word. But, that is the word I kept using. He rubbed my red soft place with lotion and slipped my panties down to the floor then proceeded to bend me over again to give me just what I had been begging for. Needless to say the next day I was sore all over and every time I sat down I almost had another orgasm just thinking about my spanking.

We have been together for 6 yrs. now and I still get spanked and I still love it.